Disclaimer: Once again I'm here to say I don't own anything but the laptop.

Warning: Femslash if you don't like it don't read it. There's nothing wrong with it but if you think there is let direct you to some Story of the Year lyrics "Is This My Fate?" He Asked Them.

My Girl

By: Musical Schizophrenia

I could hear the tears in her voice when Peyton called me. I didn't realize until Luke tried to hook up with me that I was in love with her. That was three years ago and here we are again except this time I'm a multi-millionaire with everything I dreamed of in high school and I'm near as unhappy as her.

Now there are only three things I dream about, Peyton, having a family, and going home to Tree Hill. Yes things are good for me but it's just not fun anymore. When I started Clothes Over Bro's we were seniors in high school I was designing clothes on my terms. Peyton and I have been best friends since we were kids. Her mom died when we were nine and she became the P. Sawyer that I love.

Over the last three years every time I speak to Peyton I fall a little more in love with my Missy Blonde Girl. It's funny really as I think about Peyton I remember that jerk-off Felix and wonder at how wrong he was when he spray painted 'DYKE' on Peyton's locker. I'm the one who turned out to be the dyke as he so nicely put it. I wonder how Anna is and if she's okay with whom she is. I've long since realized that my dislike of Anna was really jealousy of her and Peyton's relationship. I saw how she looked at Peyton and I immediately thought 'mine stay away.'

She's my best friend and the love of my life and she doesn't even know it. I know she wouldn't turn her back on me because of how I feel but I'm still scared to let her know all the same.

"I guess I miss all of it. Does that make any sense?" Peyton asked me trying to keep her voice strong.

"Yeah it makes all the sense in the world, Peyton. Four years ago it all seemed of clear didn't it? Conquer the world, save the world, live happily ever after." I replied.

"Are you happy Brooke?"

"Sometimes, not always. Are you?" I answered quickly.

"No." she gasped choking on her tears.

"Okay then let me ask you something, what is going to make you happy? Is it how you look, or the car you drive, or the people you know? Is it money or celebrity or power or accomplishments, because I have all of those things and I don't think it's enough."

"Well then what is?"

"Love I think. And that love can be for a boy or a girl or a place or a way of life or even for a family but where you find it is up to you. So where are you gonna find that love Peyton?"

"I think I need to go home." She told me.

"Yeah I was hoping you would say that."

Just like that I knew I had my chance, my window as small as it may be. I could get the girl, my girl.