It's been ten years since I stepped foot in Tree Hill, North Carolina. I got out of here at 18 and I never planned on coming back, but I figure I owe it to Whitey to pay my last respects. He was always like a second father to me throughout high school and I can honestly say that I missed him while I was gone.

"You don't write, you don't call…" I turned around as the voice sliced through my thoughts, brining me back to reality. I leaned my back against my car and raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see your skinny blonde ass around here again" She rolled her eyes as me, her eyes held a deadly glare to them.

"I was always one for surprises." I shrugged my shoulders as I looked towards her. She slowly sauntered towards me, hands firmly crossed over her chest, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaped at me suddenly, flinging her arms around my neck.

"God I missed you P. Sawyer" I laughed as I hugged her back.

"Same here B. Davis" I remained smiling as we pulled apart. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them tightly in excitement.

"It's been soo lo…" she stopped mid sentence and pulled my left hand towards her. "Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer how could you not tell me…who is he…wait, it is still Sawyer right…you didn't just not invite me…right?" Brooke looked up at me with sad eyes. We hadn't spoken since I left Tree Hill…and leaving this place meant leaving Brooke behind too. I could never forget her though…she was still my best friend.

"No don't worry…my best friend has to be at my wedding" the smile returned to her face and she hugged me tightly again.

"Okay, so who is he…" she asked with a devilish gleam in her eye…one that let me know she wanted details.

"Well he's coming up right behind you now." I pointed to a man walking across the street towards us. Brooke spun and around and stepped back so that she was by my side.

"Nice catch Sawyer" she looked back and nodded in approval. I bit my bottom lip as he got closer to us. He came up to me and leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Hey babe, who's this?" he looked towards Brooke and her smile quickly became false.

"Hun this is Brooke, my best friend since elementary school. Brooke this is Stan"

"Hi" she said smugly. "It was nice meeting you but I have to get going, you don't mind if I steal blondie for a little while, do you" she smiled as she linked arms with me and began pulling me away, not waiting for a response. Stan frowned slightly but waved us on. "Thanks…bye"

"Bye" I called over my shoulder as Brooke dragged me across the street. She pulled me through one of the open business doors and immediately turned to face me.

"I don't like him." She informed me bluntly as she spun around on her heel and found an empty table. I frowned and was about to respond until I noticed where I was…the café. The place hadn't changed one bit…it was comforting. I slowly made my over to the table Brooke was waiting at and sat across from her.

"Why not" I asked her and in response she rolled her eyes.

"Because he's a self centered jerk." My face held shock as I glanced up at her.

"Brooke…you don't even know him." I countered in disbelief.

"Don't you dare defend him Peyton…I'm not blind and neither are you. He was so checking me out back there…a simple smile and hand shake would have been sufficient from. He didn't need to eye me like he was memorizing details and you know that's what he was doing because I saw the look in your eye when he did it. You're marrying a guy who still checks out other women…are you crazy…that's like asking for trouble Peyton."

"Brooke…I think your looking way to far into this. So he looked at you a little longer then necessary…your sexy as hell what do you expect." I joked as I rolled my eyes and forced a laugh. It was nasty habit he had, looking at other woman…I had learned to ignore it over the last two years…that didn't make it hurt any less though.

"I just don't like it and I don't wanna see you get hurt." She reached for my hand across the table and smiled sympathetically at me.

"Your hearts in the right place Brooke…but its fine really…I trust him." I know she saw the flash of pain in my eyes because I saw it in hers…she was my best friend…I didn't have to tell her everything she just knew.

"As long as your happy…that's all I want" she looked at me…waiting…hoping I would say something…but like I said, she's my best friend…she knew better then to expect the truth.