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Essentially they were normal, average, everyday, denim jeans. I mean when you look at them, there's no difference between them and the dozens of pants hanging in my closet. But the second we all tried them on, and they fit each of us like a glove, we knew that there was something different about them.

That fate, destiny, god and the universe all came together to bring us a pair of magical threads that would keep us together even when we were apart. So now, I'm sure you're laughing, thinking I'm ridiculous and debating whether to call a psychiatrist first or Oprah. Because I'm telling you a story about magical pants, with weird other worldly powers. I know, if it was me I'd think it was ridiculous too.

But bear with me please, read the story of the most amazing summer each of us could've hoped for. And what's more is that we had the most amazing summer, each of us on our own, but still connected to our sisters.

Best friends, they take trips with out each other all the time right? They go away for summers at a time and come back for school as if there was no time apart at all. Well not us, we've never spent a summer apart. Actually we've never spent any significant time apart. It's always been the four of us, since we were born.

But woah, how ahead of myself am I getting here? I'm sure you're all confused out of you're minds and wondering when the hell my babbling is gonna stop. So let me start at the beginning. Just so you know a little background of what I'm talking about.

It started with a prenatal aerobics class. A group of sweaty, pregnant women all crammed in a small dance studio run by a woman named Gilda(the dance studio, named appropriately after herself). Thus, was the beginning of the Octobers, I'm talking about our mothers people, keep up. 4 women who had nothing in common except their due dates, and the fact that they knew prenatal aerobics was a bunch of bull.

They began hanging out all the time, I mean they were pregnant for god sakes, what else could they do? Especially since 3 out of 4 of them had never had kids before. (Haley's mom was kind of the expert, having 3 daughters previously).

Rachel was born first, in the first week of October. Her mother swears up and down that the 19 hours of labor Rachel put her through was a sign of things to come. Boy was she right. 3 days later, Peyton made her gloomy entrance into the world, emitting the most shrill cry anyone's ever heard, the Doctors didn't even bother spanking her little baby butt because they were afraid she'd wail again. It wouldn't be me if I let them get too far ahead in life, so just one day later I came out in full diva effect, kicking, screaming and still managing to look cute. And 5 days after me, Haley was born. Our baby. And we were inseparable ever since.

At first it was because our mothers hung out constantly and we were thrown in a play pen together, while they drank coffee and complained about motherhood, their inattentive husbands, how dirty the house was and everything else under the sun. But gradually (and I'm talking by age three) they started to grow apart, we however never did.

Me, Rachel, Peyton and Haley have been there for each other through thick and thin. Small problems to major crisis'.

There was one time, a girl kept making fun of Haley, (probably because tutor girl wouldn't give her the answers to a test) and she just wouldn't leave my Haley alone. So Rachel beat her up. I started a rumor that she was a lesbian. And Peyton (who was dating uuber hottie Nathan Scott at the time) made every single basketball player at Tree Hill high find her repulsive. How? Even I'm not sure.

And the time Rachel got caught cheating on an exam, in the worst possible way. She stole the key to a math final in the ninth grade. The principal threatened to expel her. Boy did we have to do some major damage control. Haley promised to tutor Rachel 5 days a week, I told him it would never happen again (as student council president and cheer captain my word kinda means a lot and I don't give it away very easy) and Peyton drew him this kick ass "Keep Out" sign.

Or when my parents divorced when I was seven. But even before my parents divorce, when I needed a place to crash because I couldn't sleep with the drunken arguments, and the sound of breaking glass. I had a pretty screwed up childhood, but we all kinda did. Which brings me to my next tragedy…

Peyton's mom. She died when we were 11, she died in a car crash. A drunk driver ran a red light and slammed into the driver's side of the car. She spent 6 days in a coma before the good lord took her away.

Like I said through thick and thin. Rain or shine. We were there for each other and partially because we were always there (in the same place I mean). I mean when I say inseparable I mean inseparable. We were practically glued to the hip. No really though, one time me and Peyton got super glued together during an ill-fated arts and crafts experiment in the third grade. It was painful and I swore off Elmer's forever.

We're as different from each other as you can be. But together it seems like we form one single person, instead of four different ones.

Sweet, beautiful Haley.

Angry, repressed rebel/artist, Peyton

Rachel, Sexy and out going.

And me. Brooke Davis, as previously established I'm student council president and cheerleading captain, along with being flawlessly gorgeous and completely modest. But also the narrator of this wonderful tale. One about sadness and joy. Love and heart break. It's gonna make you laugh, and maybe even cry but in the end you'll see why this summer was different. And how each of us, learned something about ourselves, by being away from each other.

And I can give you the Brooke Davis guarantee that after finishing the beautiful story, you'll realize that the pants that I talk so highly off, really are special. And special in the sense that they kept us together, when it felt like everything we believed in and held on to was being ripped away from us.

There comes a time, where you have to leave the people you love most behind, and not look back. Be it, just for the summer, but behind nonetheless. And evidently this was our summer, it would be an incredible, whirlwind of life changing events, and we didn't even know it yet.

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Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, or the series Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. If I make up any characters I own…I'll let you guys know!!