A/N: this is another breyton story but of course if you don't like the idea of two girls together than well don't read it at all simple as that. Not sure where I am taking this story at all I was drinking when I was writing this so I hope you like and reviews are always nice thank you very much!

Part One

The beginning to the end of what is thought to be the greatest days of our lives. Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice in life or if it was just the right thing to do at the right time in your life?

Acceptance.

Defeat.

Rejection.

The three categories in which are ones that can intertwine with one another at most times in our lives.

You walk out into the real world knowing that this isn't what you were expecting. High school is different it was that place to keep you safe from whatever what was waiting for you outside. You had it made there in which nobody really knows till they leave and find out the person they were there didn't matter at all when they reached that place outside of high school.

How did you feel when you get the one thing you wanted only to be ripped out of your hands so suddenly and you had no idea what to do? Was it the worst tragedy in your life?

No.

The death of a loved one?

No.

The worst kind of pain is nonexistent of what you believe can never happen till its too late to actually have done something about it.

You walk into a room full of people never really knowing anybody till you reach out your hand and shake it introducing yourself as so and so. Will something to become of that now, possibly. Do you risk that person to know everything there is to know about you? Not really the trust in people had simply faded over the years. You just can't do it and the anger is building up. Though the person you have known basically since childhood you tend to push them away without meaning too. Friends? They come and they go sometimes you wonder if the best friend you made in high school or even earlier on in your life will always remain that way for the rest of your life.

The faces of yourself creep through your mind wondering what you have become? Is this you? Will they recognize you when they see you again?

Images of what you have left for them to remember may have not have been the best but for a best friend you known your whole life will always find you…the real you that you thought was lost forever.

How did you become this way?

A painting of your life lays right in front of your eyes. it's the first one you have ever made and you want to show the world but you don't think its good enough. For some time nobody can really seem to get who the person you are and what it is that you feel keeps you sane so to speak.

Love.

You tell yourself everyday that what would a person see in a person that just draws and listens to music all day? It was the very person you met at the age of 8 years old.

BROOKE DAVIS.

You reach for that phone wanting to call but you just can't do it. What if she doesn't answer? Its been so long will she still be mad? Does she even remember who you are? You take the chance and call realizing that its better than asking yourself what if.

"Hello?" She answers.

You hang up the phone the sound of her voice you just have no idea how it makes you feel I guess maybe you don't want to hear the disappointment. Than she calls back and you have no idea but your hand reaches the phone and you can't help but answer.

"Peyton next time you call why don't you try not to hang up." She says annoyed. "You there?"

"Yeah I am here sorry I just didn't think you would want to talk to me." You say to her not really sure what else to say.

"I haven't waited for your call and wondered when in the hell you would call its been way too long." She says to you and you couldn't help but smile at the thought that your once best friend still remembered you.

"You still in New York?" You ask her wondering if she was doing her clothing line.

"No I'm now in Los Angeles maybe one day you will actually walk into my store that you walk by everyday." She says to you.

You felt embarrassed knowing that she figured that you did know she was there where you are at but you didn't want to admit it. You knew her clothing line had expanded all the way to the west coast. Did she know you were a success in the music industry than the next thing she said answered your question.

"I hear your goal of having your own label is doing well what is called again oh wait never mind look I know its been years but I would like to see you." she pauses for a second and you wonder if she just hung up but than you hear her voice again. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." You say realizing she doesn't understand how much you really miss her. You should tell her how you feel but you just can't she will just hang up the phone and who knows she could be with that…you just didn't want to say his name.

"Come by my place blondie I would like to actually have a real face to face conversation you know." she says and you

Unwillingly agree but than you realize maybe once you see her it might be good for you.

"I will see you tomorrow around 10am alright if your actually in." you say to her remembering she was never a morning person.

"Actually I will be there so I will see you tomorrow, bye P. Sawyer."

"Bye B. Davis." You say remembering the short coming nicknames you gave each way back when.

You keep wondering why she wasn't mad at you. You just kept filling yourself with questions with everything you know or kept to yourself for so long. Maybe just maybe this actually could be a fresh start and you guess it doesn't hurt to admit that you actually are in love with a best friend or the person that was your best friend for all those years and just never went away.

To be continued.