Breyton femmeslash - The Beginning (Season One)
Don't Think I'll Confess..
I'm five years old; a curly blonde haired girl bounces up to me and offers me a hesitant smile. She asks me if I want to be her friend and offers me a pink crayon. As I take the crayon she takes my free hand and pulls me towards the drawing table, babbling about flowers and rabbits. She's Peyton and I'm Brooke.
We ride our bikes down the street, she streams ahead of me, legs pumping faster than I dare to go until she realises I'm not with her and she stops. Waits for me until I catch up; we walked the rest of the way, her hand in mine.
We enter the high school. Peyton and Brooke, Brooke and Peyton. A blonde boy knocks past me and Peyton scowls at him, linking arms with me. I grin and she grins back. We're sitting in the quad, Peyton's drawing and I'm trying to distract her. The blonde boy is at the next table; he stares at Peyton, as if she's the prettiest thing he's ever seen but she doesn't notice. I pull her close to me and glare at him. He looks surprised but looks away.
We're fifteen. She kisses me quickly, pulls away after a second and laughs. Falls into the cushions on the floor amid the other girls, I giggle with her. Brushing away the impulse that's telling me to kiss her again. Bevin spins the bottle again.
Nathan Scott appears. He's the boy with it all. Looks, talent and now, my best friend. She falls for him. He falls for her. It's all I can do not to growl when he touches her. Which he does, often. Ignoring Tim's hopeful eyes, I watch as he kisses her and something inside me aches, I take another gulp from my cup.
She's putting me to bed; the room is spinning with her in the middle. I'm giggling stupidly but I can't stop. As she goes to leave, I hold her arm, drunkenly pulling her towards me; she hesitates for a second but lets me lean into her. As I kiss her she stills but doesn't pull away. We're sixteen years old.
We do everything together. My parent's don't notice that Peyton Sawyer stays over an awful lot. We spend the night curled in front of the TV until I'll feel her hand in mine, her fingers curling around my own. I lean down slightly and rest my head against her hair and resist the urge to kiss her in the 'family' room. The film ends and I tug her up to my room, pushing her against walls playfully as we walk. Once in the room, she's mine. Fully mine. She moans as I nip her lips, her hands running along my back, as I slowly push her onto the bed.
Lucas Scott comes out of nowhere and all of a sudden she can't come over when she says she will. She walks out of cheer practice without looking back – and there he is again, watching her as she storms away. She blows me off more and more, for him I know. I walk into her room to find her lying on the bed. She's been crying but she brushes off my hand. I can't do this anymore, Brooke. I remember watching her lips move, she bites her lower lip and won't look me in the eye. We're still gonna be friends, though. She promises.
If I can't have her, I'll have him. He's using me. I'm something disposable; she's something he'd keep. She knocks on his door and I can hear her talking to him, she flinches when I enter the room. Her eyes show she's hurting and I feel victorious for a moment until I realise who she is, what she is to me. I try to reach for her but she moves and gives me a shaky smile and leaves. Lucas doesn't look me in the eye for the rest of the night.
They're together. I watch as she leans in and kisses him. My heart feels like it's been burnt. We reach the hospital; she's holding his hand but drops it as we enter. Bitch. I feel like screaming. Her and Him; Peyton and Lucas, together. No longer Peyton and Brooke, Brooke and Peyton.
Nicki and Peyton are fighting. Nicki's pulled off her, both still kicking out. I watch as Nicki smiles grimly, lets the whole world know that Lucas and her had sex. Peyton's face falls. She doesn't believe it. Lucas, her Lucas, wouldn't do that to her but he has. I follow her as she pushes past him, watch her as she gets into her car and drives off into the night. She's not asleep as I let myself into her room. Truce. I wake in the early morning to find I've shifted over to her, wrapping myself around her in my sleep. I rest on my elbow and trace the contours of her face with my fingertip. She opens her eyes and stares at me until I lean down and kiss her.
She's Peyton and I'm Brooke.