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Brooke Davis, famous fashion designer and owner/founder of the nationally known Clothes over Bros, had everything a person could ever wish for, even at the young age of 23. Her name was known far and wide. Her designs were recognized and loved by many. The young woman was gorgeous and had more money than she even knew what to do with. Simply put, Brooke Davis could rule the world. However, as the fashionista sat in her amazing city view penthouse in upscale New York, she couldn't help but feel any more miserable.

The brunette lounged, stretched across her luxury couch with a glass of fine red wine. The open bottle sat half empty on the coffee table next to her. She was dressed in her comfiest pjs and wrapped in a plush blanket. Her eyes ventured through the photo album sitting on her lap, mourning the lack of warmth and happiness present in the photos of her past. Her eyes teared up as she looked over the still frames of her friends, the people she once considered family. It had been years since she had felt that close to anyone. Looking back, it probably all started when her other half had ran off in the middle of the night, right after their graduation...

Flashback

It had only been a few days since everyone had graduated from high school. All of our friendships had been on thin ice lately. Nathan and Haley had been arguing but had quickly made up once Haley's water broke just the day after graduation. Lucas and Brooke themselves were tense around each other, but were working through it as they had officially decided to get back together. To help things keep sailing smoothly, Lucas had avoided Peyton at all times. Brooke was still hell bent on cutting the blonde out of her life and was doing great, seeing as how she hadn't seen her since the ceremony. Even though each had been dealing with their own problems, they had pulled together and sat in tense silence as they awaited the birth of James Lucas Scott. Only one was missing.

Nathan couldn't believe it at the time that Peyton wouldn't come to meet his son. He honestly figured maybe she hadn't heard about it, seeing as how her father had returned the day after graduation. Assuming since no one else had been willing to see the blonde, he took it upon himself to go retrieve her. She was after all one of his closest friends. He had been puzzled though when he got to her house to see her father gone. He had only been there for one day. He usually made it a point to at least stay for a few days. Nathan was even more confused though when no one answered the door and why it was locked to begin with.

He looked back to double check that, yes, the Comet was still sitting in the driveway. Knowing that while he had been distant from the blonde recently, they hadn't been fighting so he saw no reason why she would refuse to open the door. Giving up after ten minutes, he returned to the hospital. The group had been surprised that he had returned without one skinny blonde in tow. And while even she has no idea why, this only seemed to infuriate the brunette girl further. Even Brooke thought that Peyton should have stepped up and showed up to celebrate the baby's arrival, no matter what was going on with the rest of them.

Before she knew it, her uncharacteristic rage drove her straight back over to her ex best friend's home. Not even bothering with the door, she took out her key and swung the door opened. She ignored the rest of the house, knowing it'd be empty, and marched up the stairs to the red bedroom.

"PEYTON! PEYTON YOU GET YOUR BONEY LITTLE ASS OUT HERE NOW!" She came to a stop in the middle of the room, next to the foot of the bed. She glared around the room and then moved to yank the red comforter from the bed. "PEYTON!" She threw the comforter down, screaming in anger as she saw the empty bed. Glancing around again, she stomped towards the bathroom door that was cracked open. She slammed the door open, "Peyton, so help me god. You are going to the fucking hospital to see that little boy. You can go back to being a crybaby back stabbing bitch after you are there for your friends!" She finished her rant, searching the dark and empty bathroom. At a loss, and starting to feel her rage settle down to frustration with just a tinge of rising fear, she walked once more to the middle of the room. She let out a rush of air and went to step forward, stopping when a crinkling sound reached her ears.

Looking down, the brunette saw a crumbled piece of paper under he shoe. Reaching down and picking it up, she sat it on the blonde's computer desk and did her best to straighten it before letting her eyes settle on its contents. What she say made her eyes widen in alarm. There was a black and white sketch of Haley, Nathan, Lucas, and herself at the forefront of the bottom of the page. They were each coupled off and looked extremely happy. Further away, in the background and shadows, stood a curly haired silhouette. Brooke could only assume it was meant to be Peyton herself. She was distanced from the others and had her back turned towards them, but was looking over her hunched shoulders to see them behind her. She had her arms wrapped around herself, looking like the very picture of despair. The top of the page read in scratchy font, "no reason to stay is one very good reason to leave."

Brooke felt the very air leave her lungs in a painful rush. In a sudden panic, she jumped into action, springing towards the closet. She checked and saw that the duffel bag the blonde kept for cheerleading trips was gone. She tripped in her rush to reach the dresser drawer. Pulling it out violently, she didn't even react when she yanked it completely out of the dresser and spilled its contents onto the floor. Ignoring the broken drawer that was laid out on the floor, she threw the clothes around, searching for her friend's favorite pair of jeans. She started to hyperventilate as she realized that they too were gone. As a last ditch effort, she moved to the bottom of the bedside, kneeling on the ground to glance under it. The fear she felt took over as she saw the guitar case that few knew were there was also missing.

The reality of the situation finally hit her. Peyton was gone. P. Sawyer, her Peyton, was gone. And she had no idea where or even when. She almost even wondered why, but in light of recent events and seeing as how her ex best friend had a terrible way of dealing with things, she really didn't have to. She shook her head in denial and collapsed back onto the bed. She stared at the paper in her hand and slowly felt herself break. Tears covered her face as she broke. This was her fault. She had always been Peyton's last leg to stand on, and taking that away from her, it's had been the last straw. She had driven Peyton away. This was her fault. This was her fault for making such a huge deal out of a stupid boy. She should have been stronger than this. They should have been stronger.

And just like that, all the hate she felt for herself at that moment spread to the rest of her friends. Lucas for coming between them, for driving in that damn wedge that started this whole mess. Haley for always being miss righteous and telling everyone to follow their hearts. Your heart only lead you to pain. Following those damn hearts got them into this mess. Nathan for not being there. Brooke knew, that next to her, he was Peyton's best friend. She managed to pull through for him the whole time him and Haley were fighting. Why couldn't he do the same. But then again, she wasn't much better. So after crying in the loss of her friend and hatred for herself and the others, she made a decision. She'd wait for Peyton. She'd wait for her to come back and when she did, because Brooke was certain she would, she would forgive her and they'd put this all to rest. It would be behind them and they'd get back to the way they used to be.

But that day never came. Brooke had returned to the hospital eventually to share the news. Everyone had been shocked and tried to pull together and look for her. Too much time had passed too quickly though and before they knew it, it was time for everyone to venture their own separate ways for college. Nathan and Haley went off to Duke with their son. Both were haunted by guilt for failing their friend and their relationship with their missing friend's ex BFF had grown tense. The brunette had become obsessed with waiting for the blonde to return, and then with trying to find her. She put everything else on the back burner, including her relationship, which he

Ad ultimately ended. Lucas and Brooke both were hurting tremendously over the blonde's departure and both were in horrible denial.

Lucas didn't want to upset Brooke by letting her know how much he really had cared for the blonde. Brooke had been tense and took even the smallest of words towards the blonde as being offensive. Many times she had snapped at Lucas, desperate to defend her missing friend I. Any way she could, any time she even thought he may be saying something negative towards her. And in her eyes, everyone else was negative towards her. Nobody was good enough for the blonde, not even Brooke herself. But she'd spend all the time in the world making that up to her old friend once she returned.

It had taken Brooke a year to realize why she felt so intensely about Peyton's absence and another year to accept that reason. She was in love with her. Brooke had thought it out, every scenario, every moment, every action. It all made sense. And as the years passed and her friends drifted off, it became easier to see. It had always been Brooke and Peyton. Them against the world. That's how it should have stayed. So one night when she was sitting alone in her New York apartment two years ago, she took it in. She, Brooke Davis, was in love with Peyton Sawyer. And she promised herself then and there, that once her friend returned, she'd shower her in that love. Even if the blonde only wanted to be friends, or even decided to hate her, she'd still give all her love to the blonde.

END FLASHBACK

Running her fingertips softly over a picture of the love of her life's face, she sobbed openly. Those words still held true. She loved Peyton Sawyer and would give her everything in the world if given the chance. She could only hope that she'd get that opportunity. She'd wait forever for the blonde if she had to. The brunette jumped when her phone rang, startling her from her thoughts. Quickly clearing her throat and swiping at her face, she answered the unknown number sounding raspier than normal.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this a miss Brooke Davis?"

"Yes, it is."

"Miss Davis, we have your friend, Peyton Sawyer, here at 's hospital. She was in a bad car accident and you were her emergency contact and next of kin. We tried contacting her father but were unable to reach him. It seems it may have been awhile since has updated her information."

I was frozen in my spot, dazed by the news. The words 'Peyton, accident, and hospital' all rang in my ears. All I could get out was a shaky, "Peyton."

"Yes, this is the right number, correct? Is there someone else I should have contacted?"

I panicked at the thought of her hanging up on me, I couldn't lose her! This was my chance to get Peyton back! "Um, no! I'm the right person! We've been together all our lives. I'm just shocked to hear this."

"Yes, well I do apologize. I know it's difficult to hear over the phone. However, we do need you to come down here. is in a bad way and should really have someone here to support her. Plus there will be medical decisions that need to be made..." She trailed off at the end.

I squinted at the phone, catching that little detail. "Medical decisions? Shouldn't Peyton make those herself?"

"Yes, well, , your friend isn't in the correct...state, to be able to make independent decisions."

"What? What does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot give that information over the phone. Just please get here as soon as you can. Our address is 2149 E. Clark St. Phoenix, Arizona."

"O-okay. I'll be there by tomorrow night." I let out in a shaky voice. I barely heard her wish me a goodnight as I hung up the phone and took it all in. Peyton was back. I was finally getting my second chance with her. But she was hurt, and I had no idea how bad. She needed me, that much I did know. And I'll be damned if I'm not there for her.

I jumped back on my phone, telling Millicent all that I would need. Being the amazing assistant that she is, she informed me that I had a flight in just four hours down to Phoenix and she already had a game plan to fend off the paparazzi and my mother. Hanging up the phone once more, I got busy packing. I was going to get my girl. "I'm coming P. Sawyer. Just hang in there for me baby."