Well, I finally made up my mind to write something. Some of my favorite authors made me want to post, you know who you are, I harass you enough. Please be gentle it's my first time (that's what she said). Anyway I don't own any of the characters, but if I did I would keep them in my pocket for my own personal use. Please review, I'd like to know how I did. Thanks.
Til Death Us Part…Maybe
"Peyton, have you lost your fucking mind?" Brooke yelled at her as soon she had stopped the car at the red light on the deserted street.
"Me? This is my fault?" she asked back in a disbelieving tone.
"I cannot believe you just fucking said that to her", she turned toward the blonde with accusing eyes putting the car in park.
"Brooke, why are you jumping down my throat? Your mom is a bitch!" the green eyed beauty locked eyes with the furious pair of brown that stared at her.
"How would you like it if I told your dad that we had been fucking each other for the past 8 years as you so delicately put it" the infuriated brunette ran a hand through her hair trying to calm herself down.
"We haven't been just fucking for the past 8 years Brooke, but he already knows" she said, throwing an accusing look right back at her girlfriend. She hated that one of the only arguments that they consistently had, had to do with Brooke's mother and if they should tell her they were dating or not.
"Peyton, please, why do you always have to bring this shit up?" she sighed exasperated.
"Again, this is my fault?" she still eyed the brunette, "Brooke we've been dating since we were 16, don't you think you should have told her already?" she said, going on to mumble, "She probably already knows".
"It's not that easy to tell your parent that you're in a lesbian relationship Peyton. As I do recall, your dad walked in on us having sex when he came home from sea", she shot back, not appreciating the blonde's comment.
"It's been 8 years Brooke, my dad knows, our friends know, even the damn mailman knows. How long does this relationship have to wait for you to tell your mom so that we can move forward?" she asked staring at her lover.
"However long it fucking takes", the red faced girl shouted not being able to hold her tongue.
Feeling like she had been slapped in the face, Peyton eyed the other girl for a second, "That doesn't work for me", she chocked out, reaching for the door handle, "I'll walk", she continued, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
"Fuck", Brooke hit the stirring wheel with both hands. Knowing she needed to cool down before talking to her girlfriend, she put the car in drive heading toward her store to clear her head. Only two things took her mind off of stressful situations, and since she clearly couldn't fuck Peyton at the moment, she figured she'd design something. After sitting at her desk with pencil to paper for about 45 minutes, Brooke heard the chime for the front door.
"Baby, I'm sorry I blew up at you, you know how crazy Victoria makes me", Brooke said as she rounded the corner, thinking it could only be Peyton at this hour.
"How crazy I make you?" Victoria sneered, eyes squinted, scowl on her face as per usual.
"Jeez", Brooke jumped, startled by her mother's presence. It's like she just materializes, as if being summoned by the devil himself, she thought.
"Victoria, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to go back to New York?" the eyebrows over her chocolate brown eyes raising questioningly at her mother to stress her point.
"So you were serious, you're going to pick that whore over your own mother?" she said knowing which of Brooke's buttons to push.
"Victoria, I already warned you to watch what you say to and about Peyton. I won't ask again", she said, teeth clenched, reaching her limit with her mother's digs at her girl.
"And I already warned you that hanging around with that girl is going to gain you a bad image? How long do I need to do damage control on this? Do you know how hard it's been keeping the fact that you've been on your back with that girl for the past 8 years from the media?, the elder Davis said, enjoying the look of shock that crossed her daughter's face.
"You knew?" she asked clearly shocked, "You're such a bitch!" she said, realization finally dawning on her.
"Oh Brooke, stop being so dra…" she started, only to be interrupted by her irate daughter.
"For the past 8 fucking years Victoria, I've been pissing all over Peyton's feelings trying to hide this from you, and you already knew" she said hotly. When she saw her mother opening her mouth she cut her off, "Don't fucking say it! I want you gone…you're fired, I'm done with you" she dismissively waved her hand towards the door.
"You can't fire me Broo…" she began to say only to be interrupted again.
"I said you're fired", Brooke stated calmly and firmly, knowing this was not a rash decision but something that should have been done a long time ago.
Being able to see in her only child's eyes that she was absolutely serious, Victoria turned on her heels heading for the door, but not before saying, "Don't come crying to me when the press gets wind of this, dear", she said, always one for the last word.
"I won't…Bitch" the brunette said, knowing what buttons of her mother's to press as well.
After Victoria had left Brooke got her phone out, hitting a couple of buttons she woke up her personal assistant, Milicent. After talking with her for about 15 minutes, Brooke locked up the store, got in her car again and headed to where she knew Peyton would be. Pulling the SUV up to the familiar bridge, Brooke got out and walked over to the blonde sitting on the ground. Looking at her love her heart sank, knowing she had caused the sniffles to go along with the puffy red rimmed eyes.
"Peyton, Baby, I'm sorry I was such a bitch" she said reaching for her hand, glad when it wasn't pulled away. She didn't receive a response, but Peyton did lean closer, dropping her head on Brooke's shoulder the same way she always did when they sat there. Kissing Peyton's straightened strawberry blonde hair the same way she always did when they sat there, Brooke started to tell her about the conversation between her and her mother.
"So what now?" the blonde asked, wondering how this would affect them.
"Well…now I'm just hoping you'll say yes", the brown eyed girl's voice sounded nervous but hopeful.
Peyton's eyebrows furrowed, wondering if she had missed something that Brooke had said, she moved her head slightly and caught sight of Brooke's hand. Seeing the opened small velvet box, Peyton removed her head from Brooke's shoulder completely to make eye contact.
"I called Milicent and told her to release a statement saying that Brooke Davis is now engaged to longtime girlfriend and love of her life Peyton Sawyer after she finally pulled her head out of her ass, I hope she doesn't have to retract that statement tomorrow" she said now eyeing the wide eyed blonde nervously.
Damn near tackling Brooke, Peyton kissed her like nothing they had ever shared before, conveying all her passion, love and want for the brunette in one act. They stayed like that for several minutes before things started to get heated and Brooke pulled away.
"I love you Peyt", she smiled slipping the five carat diamond onto a finger it would never come off of and pulling the blonde to her feet.
"I love you too Brooke", Peyton smiled back brightly and kissed her fiancée.
Wrapping her arm around Peyton's waist and leading her to the car Brooke said, "Come on baby, let's go home and go to bed, it's late…and I definitely think I should get laid because of how expensive that ring was" she smirked, not turning to see the smile she knew was on the other girl's face as they got to the car.
"I don't really think I can wait until we get home" Peyton said as she opened the back door of the SUV with one hand, climbing in and pulling Brooke in with the other.
Closing the door behind her and catching the shirt being thrown her way, Brooke crawled on top of Peyton thinking to herself that she was glad that she went with the bigger size ring. Always go with the bigger size, she thought as she locked lips with her forever.
"Til death do we part?" Peyton asked through the kiss.
"It's gonna take death to get me off of you, and maybe not even then" Brooke said attaching their lips again and undoing the button and zipper of the jeans that were now the only thing in her way of fucking her fiancée for the very first time.
