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Heya I promised this a loooonnnggg time ago. Don't know what will come of it, so let me know what you guys think.

This is part 2 of my story If I could take you away. This is the story told through Brooke's point of view.

If I Could Take You Away Part 2

Chapter 1

How do people see you? Are you the type of person to fill the mold of what everyone wants you to be? I feel this way a lot of the time. People just see me as this party girl who is just coasting through life without a care in the world. Everyone thinks that everything comes so easy for me. Like I don't even have to work at things and everything always seems to work it self out. People think that I have the best friends and boyfriend a girl could ask for. Not to mention the fact that they think I'm breathtakingly gorgeous. Well at least that's what everyone tells me…

Whenever I enter a room everyone will watch me. It's like those lame old movies where the popular girl would walk down the halls and everything would go into slow motion. It was like that only really my life. With eyes of jealously people will stare at me. The envy that can be seen gives me some sort of high or confidence that cannot be explained. It was nice knowing that people wanted to be you. The problem with people seeing you like this is that everyone just expects you to be okay. No one ever takes the time to check and see how you're doing because they think you have this amazing life and nothing could possibly be wrong.

Sometimes I wish that I could tell people how I really was doing instead of putting on this persona that I didn't even really know anymore. Sure that used to be me, but I feel like I want to make a change. I feel like something is missing from my life, but I just cant put my finger on it. I've had this hole that no matter what I try to fill it with, whether it be boys, friends, cheerleading, or partying. Nothing seems to make it go away. I want to ask for help, but all I feel that I'm going to get is people saying that I have everything a girl could ask for. What more could you need?

Sometimes I wish I were more like other girls. Being the queen bee was not an easy job. Especially since I no longer wished for this. I know I am capable of so much more than this. I want to figure out what is missing from my life. I need to before my "acting" becomes a permanent part of my life. I'll do it for only just a little longer. I'm making a promise to myself at this instant that as soon as I figure out what is missing I will let myself be who I am and stop all of this pretending. If I keep a smile on my face a little longer I can continue to fool anyone, even my boyfriend or best friend, who think they know me the best. Either no one pays enough attention or they don't care enough to try, and until I figure out what it is that my life is missing I will just have to continue being who I was.

Leaning against the wall on the stairs is where I now found myself. I felt my mind going in and out of consciousness. The blackness was beginning to take over parts of my memory. Where was I again? Who did I come with?Brooke, you have to stop doing this to yourself! I screamed at myself, but I doubt even my brain was going to be able to recall this in a few minutes. I started beginning not to feel very well. The party was loud. The music was pounding in my ears. The bass must have been shaking the house. There were people everywhere, not that I could see them. It was hard enough to open them for more than a few seconds then to actually see who was around.

The sickness in my stomach that I was feeling was finally getting to the point where it could not be ignored anymore. I could barley keep my eyes open and I wasn't too sure that I would be able to make it up the stairs. I sure wouldn't trust myself doing it. I felt someone come and sit beside me. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy. I didn't want to open them. Maybe it was Lucas and he had come to take care of me and bring me home? I asked myself. Oh wait, I forgot… of course he had to go off and help Hailey with something. I was never good enough for him. It was either Peyton or Hailey…. Never Brooke. Interrupting me from my mind rant the person beside me had decided to speak up.

"Brooke, are you alright?" The voice said. I knew the voice very well. It was a good feeling knowing at least one person that was close to me was making sure that I was okay. My best friend Rachel was sitting next to me. She was also my roommate and she seemed to be keeping a close eye on me lately. I wasn't too sure what was up, but something was different. At that moment I remembered the sick feeling in my stomach and it came at me all at once. I opened my eyes are much as I could. I felt like there were weights pulling back down at my eyelids forcing to close, but I fought the urge and answered the question that had been asked.

"Umm… Yeah… I'm alright," I said quietly trying to get my thoughts together. I felt my eyes close again. I fought to open them, but it was no use. She nudged me lightly, but I couldn't open my eyes.

"Where is Lucas? Shouldn't he be taking care of you?" She said and sounded a bit pissed off about it. I don't really see why she would care that much about it in the first place.

"Umm… he had to go and help Haley with something, so he left a while ago" I slurred. My thinking abilities were deteriorating rapidly and if I didn't say something soon then I would most likely being throwing up on one of my good friends and I was sure that would not be appreciated.

"Rachel… I don't feel so well." I said as I moved my head onto her shoulder. It was getting hard to hold myself upright. Let alone keep my head up. She didn't seem to waste anytime in slipping her one arm behind my neck and the other around my waist and slowly pulled me up so we were both standing. She pulled me up the stairs and it felt like they were never going to the end. I was holding back the vomit with everything that I had left in me. As soon as we got to the bathroom I opened my eyes enough to find the toilet and dove to it. I let everything go inside of me and expelled everything that was possible to be in my stomach from my body.

Rachel came up behind me and rubbed my back and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, so that I didn't get anything in my hair. She was a real lifesaver I would never have guessed that should would become this good of a friend by the way that we started out. Her trying to take Lucas and everything, but now that that was over we couldn't be closer.

"Brooke, I'm going to go and ask Peyton if she can give us a ride home okay?" Rachel said. I really didn't want her to leave me. I already felt a lot better, but she was probably right that it was time to go home. I tried to look up at her to acknowledge what she had said, but I was wrong and I had more in me. My head was back in the toilet as she said, "I will be right back Brooke. I promise, don't go anywhere." By the time I was done hurling and looked back for her she was already gone. Rachel was making me feel a little better, but as soon as she wasn't with me all of my sickness came back to me. It wasn't long after that my head was back in the toilet. Brooke Penelope Davis! Why do you do this to yourself? Every time… After what seemed like a long time… maybe I had passed out or something Rachel was back in the bathroom with me. She took my arm and put it around her neck, slipped her arm around my waist and pulled me to my feet.

"Peyton is giving us a ride home. Only one rule though… no puking in her car. Are you finished, or do you think you can at least hold on until we get home.

"Okay," Was all I managed to get out. Both Rachel and Peyton were on either side of me bringing me down the stairs and out the door to Peyton's car. The back door was opened and someone… I'm assuming Rachel helped me get in and I curled up to the leather seats. Rachel reached over me and put my seatbelt on. She then climbed in beside me, which surprised me a lot. I would have expected her to sit in the front with Peyton and make fun of my drunkenness. As she climbed in she took a hold of me and pulled me into her. At first it felt weird, but I was starting to feel cold and she was very warm. I fell into the shape of her body stealing all the warmth I could… some friend I was.

I felt her warm hand move across my face. This was oddly comforting and I wanted her to keep doing it, unfortunately a few moments later she moved her hand from my face and moved my hair from my face. I couldn't tell if she was trying to cover that she was just caressing my face, or that I was very drunk and wasn't thinking straight. She was defiantly just fixing my hair. When you drunk everything moves in slow motion. Maybe it wasn't as long as it seemed. Peyton had finally gotten into the driver's seat and we were on our way to our house.

I moved myself closer to her. My head was resting on her shoulder in the crook of her neck. I felt so comfortable more comfortable that I am even with Lucas. The way that she held me just felt different. Something I haven't felt before. I got lost in my thoughts as we drove through the silent town. Nothing but the sound of the engine could be heard. The flashes from the lamps outside were the only light that hit my face. I tried to open my eyes a few times. Every time I opened them slightly Rachel was staring at me. I knew that she couldn't see that my eyes were open because of the way she was looking at me. It reminded me of how Lucas used to look at me. Hearing myself say that shot a lightning bolt of pain straight through my heart. He had been pulling away from me for some time now. I was just too afraid to actually let myself see it. I don't think that I can go through loosing him again I thought to myself. Wait a minute? Why was Rachel looking at me reminding me of Lucas? This felt very silly to me. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. Maybe I was seeing things. I could still feel Rachel's hand lightly stroking my face. It was like she was trying to comfort me. We took the final turn into our driveway and I could still feel Rachel's eyes on me, as Peyton put the car in park.

"What?" I heard Rachel say. She seemed very serious. Like she was trying to show that there was nothing going on.

"Sorry. Do you need any help getting her to bed?" Peyton said as she got out of the car.

"Umm I think I will be fine getting her in, but you could help to get her out of the car. She's kind of passed out in my lap." Rachel joked. I could hear the smart-ass tone in her voice. Peyton came around an opened my door. She took my arm and pulled me up to my feet in the driveway. I heard Rachel stumble out behind me.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Peyton said trying to hold in her laugh.

"Yeah I'm sure." Rachel snapped as she grabbed me from her at once and began to walk inside. Peyton then got back in her car and began to drive away. Rachel pulled me up to the front door and opened it. Rachel's hand slipped around my waist again and put my arms around her neck as we went up the stairs. It was like she thought I would fall at any moment. Rachel brought me to the bathroom where I used some mouthwash to get the vomit taste out of my mouth. As I did that Rachel left me in there. I opened my eyes with all of the strength that I could muster. As I looked in the mirror I saw how horrible I looked. There were dark circles under my eyes and my hair was a mess. My make up was smeared across my face. I wanted to take a shower so bad, but my body screamed at me for sleep. I couldn't even get the strength up to actually brush my teeth.

Rachel came back a few moments later and brought me to our bedroom and set me down on the bed. She went over to my dresser and pulled some comfy clothes to sleep in. she pulled my shirt over my head and put on one of my big comfy t-shirts that I always slept in. she guided me down to my pillow. I could already feel sleep pulling at me. I felt her take off my pants and replace them with sweatpants. She then pulled the covers over me and I turned to my side. I felt her hand again on my face. The softness of her hand gave me a quick shiver and I pulled the blankets closer to me as she pushed my hair once again behind my ear. I finally gave into sleep and allowed it my full attention and fell into the dream world.

I awoke from the light shinning in through the blinds. I didn't want to wake up. All the heat that was trapped under the covers with me and I wasn't ready to let it go. I turned over and looked over a Rachel. She was mumbling to herself, but I couldn't make out what it was that she way saying. I slowly got up and rubbed my eyes. I looked down at the alarm clock only to see that it was 7:42. We were going to be late for school for sure. I walked around to Rachel's bed.

"Rachel…Rachel…RACHEL get up!" I yelled. She slowly opened my eyes her groaned and rolled her eyes. I could tell she still was craving more sleep, like I was as well. She didn't get up, so I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her.

"What do you want Brooke? You know I was having a really good dream." Rachel whined into her pillow. She then turned around and sat up looking at me.

"Were going to be late for school if you don't get out of bed" I said. With that I jumped of Rachel's bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for my day.

There you have it. Let me know if you guys think it's worth continuing.