Peyton was acutely aware of someone on the stairs as she tweaked the shading of her newest drawing project. But her awareness was suddenly magnified.
"Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer!!" the blonde almost toppled off of her bed, grabbing her pillow after she regained her balance and throwing it over the sketchbook in her lap.
"Brooke, go away!!!" Brooke froze on the landing.
"Why?" then she paused. "Are you naked?!" Peyton smiled.
"…Yes," she lied. Brooke cocked her head to the side.
"But you have your sketchbook in your lap-"
"It's for your birthday go away!"
"Wait… So, you're drawing me a naked picture of you for my birthday?" the brunette started laughing, doubling over, and Peyton couldn't resist a smile. Still, she rolled her eyes.
"Brooke-"
"No, no, don't get me wrong, Peyton. I mean, I'm flattered but I don't know how I'm going to explain this to my parents." Now Brooke was laughing hard enough to fall onto the floor, making Peyton laugh, and the blonde successfully stashed her sketchbook in her nightstand.
"Get in here," she demanded. The brunette recovered instantly and bounded into the room, leaping onto Peyton's bed.
"Are you excited?!" she asked, snuggling up to Peyton. Said girl leaned slightly away, eyeing the brunette next to her.
"Not as much as you…" she said. Brooke grinned and pushed Peyton gently.
"Shut up," she said. "So, where are you taking me?" The brunette gazed at Peyton with huge, expecting eyes.
"Today..? Brooke, your birthday is 3 days from now-"
"Exactly! We need to cram in all the fun we can! So where are we going?" Peyton thought for a moment.
"Wanna go to the mall? I can steal you something." Brooke's eyes lit up.
"I so love you," she said, her voice returning to it's normal, husky tone. She slid off the bed and headed out the door. She was down Peyton's stairs in seconds.
"Calm down, Cheerie," Peyton called, rolling off her bed. She followed Brooke out to her car.
"You know Luke calls me that," Brooke said, climbing into Peyton's Comet. Peyton smirked.
"…Wonder why."