Alright, so this is a story that I already published on another account, but I of course forgot the password and email to it, so I decided that I'd upload it on here, and then finally try to finish it. For those of you who've already read it up until chapter five, mind giving me some ideas as to where you'd like me to go with the story? I'm having a bit of writers block. So, sorry really :(( I love you guys who support my stuff :).

Ch.1 A Twist In My Story

It seems like I've always been on my own. Ever since I was young I was forced to make my own decisions, rational or irrational, I had to make them. Peyton Sawyer-she's my best friend, or was at least. I found that she was always the one person I could fall on, and when she needed to, she could fall on me. As we got older we depended more on each other, spending every second we could together. When her mother died, I saw her start to fall apart; it killed me to see her eyes full of sorrow and remorse. That day I made a promise, I swore to her that she would never feel this broken again and I would make sure of that. That night, we sat together on the bench under the bridge till morning with my arms around her reassuring her that things were going to be ok. Peyton seemed to build a thick wall around her heart, but she let me in. I think a lot about how much that meant to me, her opening up to me so much. I knew I was the only one with enough power to break her and I would never take advantage of that.

It's been about nine years from that night. I have one question running through my mind, how the hell did we land here? How is it that those two innocent girls seemed to have disappeared completely? I pick up a box of old photos as chills run down my spine from seeing a picture of me and Peyton. A realization has just hit me, I miss her. Lately I've been thinking so much about her, it's so natural that it's almost a bit weird. Here's where the irrational decision sets in, I walk straight out the front door and hop into my car. Before where I was going could even connect with my brain I pulled into Peyton's driveway. It's late, I don't want to wake her father, so I let my feet drag me to her window as I nervously tap on the clear glass letting the sound echo through her room.

What was I thinking? This was crazy right? After weeks of not talking I can't just show up at her window expecting her to take me in open arms. I try to tip-toe quickly away from her window after I realize this was insane. The flashback of the day everything fell apart ran through my mind.

"Brooke what the hell is your problem?" Peyton asked as she crossed her arms, that meant she was really ticked about something.

Brooke played dumb, she knew what she meant but she wouldn't admit that she knew she was the one doing wrong "What are you talking about?"

Peyton did the thing where she rolls her tongue in her mouth, this just pissed her off even more. "You've been avoiding me for days! Now all of a sudden you start acting like a bitch too? What's going on?"

She felt her heart drop a thousand feet hearing how upset Peyton was with her, she didn't mean to avoid her best friend but the feelings she had wouldn't let it be any other way. It was either tell Peyton how much she meant to her, really meant. Or keep her distance so she wouldn't figure it out. Which either one could turn out completely bad. "I'm sorry Peyton, I have to go." Brooke turned and ran off with tears in her eyes leaving Peyton in the dust with no explanation.

Before I could get out of Peyton's yard I heard the window slam open and my name being called out curiously. Shit was all I could think as I nervously and slowly wound my self around to face what I had avoided for so long. All the words I had planned on saying to Peyton from earlier had slipped out of my mind at that very moment, I was left speechless. "Hey" was the word that ran out of my mouth at the very last second of getting my brain to process. Hey? Oh my god Brooke Davis, you came to her house in the middle of the night waking her up and all you could say was "hey"??? I slapped myself mentally for sounding so dumb and out of place. I bit my lip as she glared at me, It feels like my stomach has been kicked repeatedly as I wait for her reply, and that's not a pleasant feeling. Peyton spoke out from her window as she let out a sigh "Brooke….what are you doing here?" I ran my fingers through my hair anxious to just get out all emotions that ran through my body that very second "I-I just…miss you Peyton" I stutter to speak "I needed to talk to you…"

Why should she let me talk? She doesn't owe me a second of her time, yet here I am asking for it. "Do you remember you were the one who walked out on me Brooke? You left. Not me." She spoke with such cruelty but with truth. I open my mouth to speak but nothing came out, I closed it. Peyton scoffed and shook her head "See you don't even have a good reason do you? This is a waste of time." As she started to pull away from the edge of the window I spoke up before she could close it "I do have a reason…I'm just not sure you want to hear it." I looked to the ground "And Peyton this is not a waste of time…you aren't a waste of time." I spoke lightly and I'm sure she could sense the nervousness in my voice.

Are you really going to tell Peyton Sawyer how you really feel about her ? I shudder as I think about how she could react if I tell her. This could ruin everything I'm trying so hard to get back. I'm going to lie. I'll just push these feelings to the very back of my heart just so I can keep my best friend. Peyton's facial expression went from annoyed to sympathetic and confused as soon as she heard me speak "What's your reason Davis?" A small smile began to curve on my face as I heard her refer to me with a nick name; this must mean she's already starting to forgive me. "I just felt insecure about the whole Lucas situation…that's all. I didn't mean for it too tear us apart." There it was, the first blaint lie I blurted out. I wasn't proud of myself, but it just seemed like the best thing to do at the moment.

Peyton's eyes widened with a bit of disbelief "Is that all this was about…Brooke you could have just told me." I looked her in her eyes, they were so easy to get lost in, but I stopped my self from getting locked in the gaze and replied "I know, and I'm sorry I didn't. That's why I'm here tonight, right now."

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