Rewrite of Honey Grove. The BL Version. Yay.
Disclaimer- Yeah, I'm Mark Schwann. What now suckers?
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Waking up with two girls in your bed. Every teenage guy's dream, right? That's lie number one.
"Brooke?" He whispers, and it echoes through the house. It's late, 2:06 actually. The entire house is dark and he wonders how, after everything that's happened, she isn't afraid of being alone in the blackness. He hears a thump from upstairs and climbs the stair two by two, creeping into his mother's empty room. He hears the noise again from her closet.
"Brooke? Crazy girl what are you doing?" He whispers with disbelief.
"Your mom has really nice shoes." She says. "It's funny because it's not something you'd expect from Karen. She's seems like that sensible shoe kind of woman, running the café and all-" She's rambling now and her cuts her off.
"Brooke."
"What?"
"You're sitting in my mom's closet inspecting her shoes."
"I can't sleep."
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He takes her back to his bed and she grabs his hand when the tree branches smack against the house. They look like a couple again, which is funny considering Peyton is sleeping in the next room. When the step into his room, the moonlight hits her back and he can see the outline of her bruises. She doesn't wear tank tops anymore, except for tonight when she ran out of clothes to sleep in.
"Night." He whispers, as he climbs in next to her, trying not to wake Peyton.
"Night." She rasps resting her head against his shoulder and shutting her eyes, letting the images from that night cloud her mind.
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Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath
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The next morning Skills insinuates a threesome between Lucas, Brooke, and Peyton. And Lucas wishes that the problems they have are that simple.