It was two o' clock in the morning, but Brooke Davis was still awake- sitting on the couch, staring at the front door, waiting for Haley. She told herself that Haley was fine. She and Nathan had in all likelihood gotten back together and were out somewhere hooking up to seal the deal. She had no reason to be so worried. She had no reason to wait up all night for this girl who she wouldn't have given the time of day a few months ago.
But something felt off about that stormy night, and she was quite sure she wouldn't be able to fall asleep even if she tried.
It was pouring outside, and the wind was howling so loudly she had to drown it out with one of Haley's crappy Enya CDs. Even the color of the sky was off, an eerie kind of greenish grey color.
Eventually the storm calmed, and Brooke laid her head down on a pillow. She closed her eyes and tried to think peaceful thoughts: the coming up Victoria's Secret blowout sale, cute boys, low fat chocolate frozen yogurt with rainbow sprinkles. Nothing worked. Then she started thinking about Haley.
She knew if Haley were there she'd probably talk about how much she loved thunder storms. She'd tell the same story for the umpteenth time about how her mother used to take her and her sisters for rides in their van so they could "chase down the storm," but Brooke wouldn't care because Haley's face would light up as she recalled the details. Haley was always her most beautiful when she was smiling.
That was when she got the phone call. The phone call that would change her life forever.