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"I'm home you big slut!" the red head yelled dropping her shopping bags on the floor while removing her Coach flip flops only to be replace with Ugg fuzzy slippers.
"In the kitchen bitch!" the inhabitant of the penthouse New York apartment yelled back, clicking away at her laptop with her newly manicured nails.
The redhead immediately entered the room heading straight for the freezer to pull out a pint of ice cream, after grabbing a spoon from the appointed drawer. She hopped onto the marble counters and shoved a big spoonful in her mouth. Her friend turned to her with a perfect arc of an eyebrow raised.
"What?" the culprit asked.
"Tough day bestest bitch?" she questioned as she checked her email for any news from her international correspondents.
"The worst Brookie Cookie!" Rachel whined as Brooke winced. She didn't even know why she asked, it was more of a rhetorical question, which Rachel turned around on her. "I was at Fendi and I went for the last piece of their new line and right when I was about to grab it, some redneck bitch in a Disneyland tee shirt grabbed it. Why was she even wearing a Disneyland shirt anyways? This is NEW YORK, not California," Rachel rambled.
"You know I can get you the purse if you want," Brooke said as she typed up a response to Irene Marie concerning her South Beach models.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You know, I know you're a big superstar and all with your lines but I've think you've forgotten the thrill of the hunt. Been a bit dull lately, not worth of the best slut title anymore."
Brooke shook her head. "It's different when you have a business to run."
"Or when you're still hung up on your ex-boyfriend who you haven't seen in 4 years," Rachel countered with her usual teasing tone.
"Don't start that again Rach," Brooke said with a tired look while shutting her laptop and getting up from her chair. "And stop eating that ice cream, or you won't fit in your outfits for the upcoming show unless you get lipo… again," she finished leaving the room angrily. Rachel just gave the finger to her back before shoving another spoonful of Chunky Monkey in her mouth.
Brooke hated Rachel and loved her at the same time. Since the end of high school, they had become inseparable and were currently living the life in a penthouse New York apartment. Their friendship had hit several rough patches throughout the years, due to arguments about Rachel's future and what she was doing with her life and about Brooke's work taking her life over. In reality the arguments were more causes of two best friends wanting to look out for each other.
Rachel appeared in the living room where Brooke had taken a seat on their unbelievably comfortable couch. "Are you done bitching?" Rachel asked casually plopping down next to her.
"I don't know are you?" Brooke shot back with a glare yet a smile on her face. It was something so typical in their relationship that they seemed to have developed a way of pushing aside their arguments.
"I guess, so what are you doing today?" Rachel asked playing with her nails.
"I have to go the studio for a little to try and figure out things to do with the new fall line and then make a few calls to some of the companies sponsoring fashion week in New York, then I'm free," Brooke replied.
"Good that gives you the night to pack," Rachel said with a smile.
"Pack? For what? Rachel fashion week is in three months and I have yet to finish up the new Clothes over Bros line for the season. We can't go on your sporadic trips like we used to be able to do," Brooke shot back feeling way too responsible for her taste.
"It's not a sporadic trip, we have to go back to One Tree Hill… it's been planned for four years," Rachel said back with an 'I told you so' expression.
"Oh yea… well I guess I can make time to see my Tutor Girl and Boytoy again," Brooke said immediately lightening up.
"Also your Broody and Goldilocks," Rachel added with a smirk.
Brooke playfully glared at her best friend. "Just love reminding me of the good times don't you slut?"
"That's what I'm here for whore, now go get your fat millionaire ass off my couch and get to work, earn mama some Fendi's," Rachel replied kicking Brooke away as she rolled her eyes at the fact that Rachel had just contradicted herself from their earlier argument.
Brooke stuck her tongue out at Rachel but left anyways, knowing she had to get some work done at the studio. Brooke was now a successful clothing line designer for Clothes over Bros. She had taken the internship with Victoria Secret and gained a lot from her experiences, and to this day her connections that she made with that job still aided in her current pursuit of her dreams.
Clothes Over Bros was now everywhere, her clothes being seen anywhere from the Red Carpet, or in a typical teenage girl's closet. Her reason for her success was the wide variety of clothes she specialized in. Along with a casual line, suiting to an everyday girl's needs, she created a couture line which the stars loved to sport.
Another thing that set Clothes Over Bros apart from the rest of the lines out in the vicious and ever changing fashion world was her choice of runway models. Instead of stick figure models, she focused more on what they brought, therefore she had plus size models along with the typical models and everywhere in between. Her current leading model was none other than her best friend Rachel Gatina.
Brooke Davis pushed the limits of the modeling world, and as her fame rose, so did Rachel's. Rachel now had several offers to transfer into clothing lines that rivaled Brooke, but she always declined, being seen only on the runways of Clothes Over Bros as well as sister companies that Brooke made allies with, such as Victoria Secret, Hetherette, and Juicy Couture.
They were living the life they always dreamed of… but of course nothing was ever perfect. Brooke's heart still lay in the small town that they both hadn't had contact with since their last night in the river court, after that the two of them left with only a note being left for their friends.
Goodbyes are too sad.
See you all in 5 years.
Love,
The Bitch and The Slut
Not knowing how much more it hurt their friends at One Tree Hill.
"She's doing really well now isn't she?" Haley asked coming up behind her husband who was currently reading the latest article about Brooke Davis the owner of the triumphant apparel company Clothes Over Bros.
"Yea, says here she's broken the record for the fastest rising couture company making a gross profit of 67 million dollars a season," Nathan replied solemnly.
"Do you think she'll remember to come back, or even care to anymore?" Haley wondered.
"She didn't care enough to say goodbye, so I don't know Hales," Nathan replied.
Haley nodded sadly, having to agree with Nathan. "Luke tried pretending like he didn't care, but when she left I could tell he did, it tore him up inside and it pushed him even closer to Peyton."
"They're happy together," Nathan said with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess so," Haley replied not as surely. She knew her best friend, and it seemed like Lucas used Peyton as more of a security blanket instead of anything else, but Lucas said he was happy, so she believed it, for now.
The married couple kept close tags on Brooke, and inadvertently Rachel. The day they had first seen Brooke's name on one of Haley's fashion magazines was two years ago, they immediately rushed to tell the rest of their friends that they still had a way of contacting, which was basically everyone minus Brooke, Rachel, and Chase.
From then on, Haley and Nathan kept an eye out for any personal news she would reveal, anything about her life that would give them some kind of clue as to who her new friends were or where she lived or even anyone from her past that she kept in touch with, but she kept all of her interviews strictly professional.
When Peyton had seen the news, she had made some bitter comment about how all Brooke had to do was abandon her friends for her chance to fame as Lucas kept quiet. It was obvious that Peyton was just jealous her once best friend whom she backstabbed time and time again was now on her way to fame, while she was still stuck owning a music store back at One Tree Hill, submitting her drawings to magazines only to have them sent back.
Every now and then though, Haley would catch Lucas quickly closing up an internet window with what looked to be Brooke's name laid out across the top of the screen, though he denied it.
"Luke I'm home!" Peyton yelled as she set down her black messenger bag and shut the door behind her.
"I'm in the computer room!" Lucas yelled back quickly shutting the website he was currently looking at.
Peyton walked into the room with a big smile on her face, happy to see her boyfriend of 5 long happy years there waiting for her. "Hey," she said leaving over as Lucas tilted his head up to give her a kiss on the lips.
"How was work?" he asked with a smile pulling her into his lap.
"The usual, idiot people not knowing their music what so ever; I had a girl come in today asking if I carried Hilary Duff. It took all I had not to laugh in her face," Peyton replied running her hand atop Lucas's shaved hair. "How was your writing?" Peyton asked.
Lucas sighed and buried his face in Peyton's hair, inhaling her scent. "Frustrating," he mumbled.
"Writers block still?" Peyton asked closing her eyes and cherishing the moment of feeling Lucas's arms around her.
"Yeah, I'm about to just give up on this book altogether," Lucas replied referring to his work that he started in high school, refined after graduating with an English major from University of North Carolina, and was still not complete, and his editor agreed with him. As a side job, he worked as assistant coach for the One Tree Hill Ravens, sidekick to his brother who was head honcho.
He and Peyton now lived together at an apartment in One Tree Hill, and had since he graduated from college and his mom had moved to the city to open her own restaurant, taking Lily and Deb with her.
The two women had gained almost enough money from Tric and the Coffee Shoppe to open a big business in Manhattan, but still needed the income of another partner for them to be open a restaurant and rent an apartment in the city.
The two had posted ads in New York looking for anyone interested in being a part of their business and they waited for a month with no response. Just when they were about to give up hope, the two received a package at Tric, from a P.O. box number they didn't recognize.
One Year Prior…
It was a slow night at the club. Ever since the kids had graduated from high school, it wasn't the same at Tric and no one took the initiative to gather up live entertainment. It was around the holidays, and most people wanted to be with their families not at a Tric. Lucas, Haley, Peyton, Nathan, Skillz, Bevin, and Mouth were there though, having a little reunion of their own during Winter Break.
"Hey mom this was at the door addressed to you and Deb," Lucas said giving his mom a large envelope marked express before taking a seat on the bar stool next to Peyton giving her a kiss on the cheek and taking her hand. She smiled happily.
"What's that Karen?" Deb asked curiously not remembering Karen telling her that she had ordered anything.
"I don't know. I don't even know who it's from the return address in a P.O. box from New York," replied Karen with her forehead wrinkled.
"Just open it Karen, it might be a Christmas gift or something," Haley said eagerly, she loved mysteries.
"Hopefully it's not a deadly virus," Bevin added earning a glare from half the group.
"What?" she asked innocently as Skillz just laughed, after all he was used to it.
"Got yourself a keeper man," Mouth added causing the rest of the group to laugh.
"Yeah I know how it feels," joked Nathan only to be met with Haley's glare. "I mean. I love you?" he said.
"Better," she said with a smile before kissing her husband.
"Open it!" Lucas exclaimed, he too was rather curious.
Karen ripped it open and pulled out two keys attached to two separate key chains, causing the rest of the group to look even more confused. She handed to keys to Deb before pulling out a piece of paper from the envelope. Seeing it was a letter, she began reading it aloud.
Dear Karen and Deb,
I know this is a month overdue, and I would've sent this package as soon as I had read your request in classifieds, but I wanted to find you the perfect places as well as save it as a Holiday gift to you both, as well as your families. So in case you're wondering, yes this is an answer for your plea and hopefully I'm not too late.
Inside this envelope are two keys, one with a house key chain, and one with a pan keychain. Attached to the house key chain is the key to your new apartment located in Manhattan, close to the businesses but far the extremely congested areas. The 2nd key with the pan keychain is for your new restaurant space, which is located nearby the Broadway area. The exact locations are specified in the attached deeds that are to be signed by you, Karen, and cosigned by Deb. Everything else has been taken care of. Also this envelope contains a money order of 150,000 dollars which should be enough to hold you over for the first few months while your restaurant is still building up.
You two may be a bit skeptical about this whole thing, and want to repay me somehow but please trust me and accept this gift. Please don't think of this as a charity to you and Deb, instead it's a thank you. Thank you two for being the people you are and thank you for the comfort you provide to everyone around you. I'm forever grateful.
Now you may try and figure who exactly I am, and what you two have done for me that caused this out of the blue gift, but please as a return for this gift I think it's best you two leave things as they are. If you have any problems with anything financial wise feel free to send a letter to this P.O. box, which will be your only way of contacting me. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, but have no doubt you two will pull this off. At the risk of revealing my identity, say hello to everyone at One Tree Hill for me.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
The group as a whole was stunned. Karen had tears in here eyes she tried suppressing but Deb didn't even try. "This person is a saint," Karen managed to choke out.
"Who could it be?" Nathan wondered asking them all. "Who would actually care to do this?"
For a second Lucas thought maybe, just maybe it could be her… but he doubted she would be bothered enough to do this, she didn't even worry enough to say goodbye.
"Let's just respect their wishes, but thank our lucky stars," Karen replied. And the rest of the night was spent in somber contemplation.
Lucas missed them for sure, but he heard from them often and it wasn't like he was alone in One Tree Hill. He had his wonderful girlfriend after all, and with that he was content. "I'm going to go make dinner, any requests?" he asked Peyton as she got up from his lap.
"Nah, anything's good, as long as there's dessert," she said attempting to flirt. Lucas smiled back, "Make sure to save some room," he said before leaving the room.
"Oh by the way, don't forget to clear your schedule for tomorrow," Peyton called out.
"Why?" Lucas asked.
"It's that reunion thing at the River Court remember? You're the one who planned it," Peyton replied.
"Okay we're not gonna do this we're not gonna get sad nothings gonna change now. We'll all be friends forever I know it," Brooke said.
"Look in four years we're gonna meet right back here, you know done with college or where ever we go right?" Lucas added.
"Oh that thing," he replied a little put out. He had forgotten about that. "I didn't think we actually established a date to meet back there," he said.
"It's 4 years from that party Rachel threw, which is tomorrow," Peyton replied not being able to say Rachel loudly enough, knowing her current relation with Brooke, who they didn't mention at all.
"Do you think they'll show?" Lucas asked more to himself than Peyton, but she undoubtedly heard.
"Who cares?" she replied with a tone of malice. "Not us," she answered herself walking out to go and sketch something.
"Right," Lucas said to silence, "Not us…"
Long way from home,
Lost by an echo, I'd never have known
I've got pictures to prove I was there,
But you don't care
Here's me overseas, across a pond by the Dover peaks
I've smuggled myself into new nationalities, you think you'd be proud of me
There's room to believe
out of sight,
out of mind,
out of reach
Start over is no way to begin.
There it is! review please!