Brooke and Peyton were laying together in Peyton's bed in a comfortable silence, one looking to the ceiling and the other to the blonde's open bedroom door.

"Peyton?" Brooke asked, her husky tone disturbing the quiet. Peyton turned her head to look at Brooke.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think when we're in our 20s and 30s and you have your record label and I have my clothing company that we'll still do stuff like this?" Peyton smiled, her brow furrowing for a moment,

"… What do you mean? Stuff like what?"

"Well, I mean… Adults don't really have sleepovers, you know? They don't sleep in each other's beds unless they're sleeping with each other-"

"Yeah. I think we will."

"Really?" Brooke asked, her head facing Peyton. The blonde turned onto her side, facing Brooke completely.

"Well, yeah… Why?" She watched Brooke for a moment, trying to find the origin of the brunette's doubt.

"I mean… You're moving to L.A. and I'm going to New York… There's gonna be so much chaos and we'll be so busy-"

"That we won't be able to make time to see each other? Brooke, do you hear yourself?" Brooke's eyes fell away from Peyton's face, running them along the gap of bed in between the two friends before casting them up the Peyton's shadowed ceiling. She breathed slowly, her teeth sliding against each other as she thought hard. Her eyes began to mist over, tears pooling in the outer corners.

"I'm just gonna miss you, P. Sawyer," Brooke said, turning to face Peyton again. The pain in her eyes broke the blonde's heart. "More than anything else, I'll miss you."

"Aw, Brooke… Please don't cry, sweetheart. We'll see each other, you know that." Peyton paused, reaching out and catching one of Brooke's tears on her finger. It shined from the dim light coming in from her window, absorbing quickly into her skin. She smiled gently. "Besides, you'll have so much money you'll probably own your own plane and could just fly over and visit me whenever you wanted." This got Brooke to smile and laugh softly, shifting in Peyton's bed to lie closer to the blonde. Peyton's eyes went wide for a moment, surprised by the shift. She looked down at Brooke, the brunette's head against her chest. "We'll never lose touch, Brooke," Peyton said gently, her face relaxing into a smile, running her finger tips through the brunette's hair.

"Promise?" Brooke asked, looking up at Peyton. She noted how close their faces were and reared her head back a little. Peyton nodded.

"Promise."

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I want you guys to tell me if I'm beating a dead horse with all this Breyton stuff. Because I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one writing it now and if that's the case... I kinda want to stop. Because of the way everything went on the show (curse you, Hilarie Burton! but not really. we love you) Breyton has gone to shit. So I guess everyone's inspiration went with it?

Am I beating a dead horse here? Do you still want Breyton from me?