Hello everybody!
I've finally decided to get back into the whole 'fanfiction' thing again. This the first story I've decided to write all by myself since I was twelve years old. I did help my cousin Kayla, also known as Dazzles, with a few of her fanfics, and I wrote some of her chapters here and there. But other than that, this is my first serious fanfiction in a long time. And I must say, I'm super excited to get it started. I've had great feedback from potential readers urging me to start this story, so a big thanks to them. The more positive feedback I receive, the more I want to write. An even bigger thank you goes to my favorite sister, Cass. She's given me the extra push to write this story. Without her, I don't think I would have brought myself to even write a chapter. Cass is also my beta for this story. Thanks girl!
So without further ado, here is the first chapter of Perfect Catastrophe. I hope you enjoy
-Michaela.
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"Today, is the perfect day."
Brooke Davis grinned. "P. Sawyer, you are so right. Today is the perfect day."
The glowing sun warmed the Florida landscape as the two girls lounged by the pool of their Miami apartment. Brooke slathered a blob of coconut scented Hawaiian Tropic tanning lotion onto her toned legs and let out a happy sigh, as she leaned back in her chaise lounge. She held the latest copy of US Weekly, which was anxiously waiting to be opened up. Brooke loved days like this; the warm sunny days that could be spent by the pool catching up on all of the hottest celebrity gossip with your best friend. If Brooke could write a definition of the perfect day, this would be it. She opened up the magazine and began scouring the pages for the hottest gossip.
"Oh God!"
"What?" Peyton removed herself from The Lovely Bones and turned to Brooke.
"Oh nothing," Brooke assured. "I was just reading this article about who Paris is corrupting this week."
Peyton chuckled and returned to her novel.
Many words could be used to describe Brooke and Peyton's relationship, but unconventional said it best. Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer had been best friends since they were just young girls. And polar opposites they were. Brooke had been the stereotypical popular girl her entire life. In high school, she'd been the captain of the Tree Hill High cheerleading squad, the student council president, and the prom queen. In college, not only was she the president of her sorority, Alpha Delta Pi, she was also the girlfriend of the university's star basketball player. Boys had started swooning over the dashing brunette at a young age, and by the time she was a sophomore in high school, guys wanted her and girls wanted to be her. Peyton, on the other hand, wasn't into the social scene nearly as much as Brooke was. Yes, she was a cheerleader. Yes, she was part of the popular crowd in school. But all Peyton really cared about was art. And she expressed herself through her emotion filled drawings, which Brooke could not and wouldn't ever understand. If you picked up someone off the street and told them that Brooke and Peyton were best friends, they wouldn't believe you. But despite their differences, they formed a sister-like bond that had lasted over a decade.
"I swear to God, I would shoot myself if I ever named my child Apple," Brooke scoffed, flipping the page of the tabloid. "I mean, who in their right mind does that? Like, 'Hi, I'm Brooke. These are my twins, Apple and Banana.' Gwen must have been drugged up when she chose that name."
Peyton laughed aloud. "Don't worry, Brooke. Nathan would never let you name your kids Apple and Banana."
Brooke smiled when she heard the name. She'd first met Nathan Scott at a fraternity party after the Miami Hurricanes basketball team had killed Stetson on their home court. At the time, Brooke only knew two things about Nathan Scott. One, was that he was the leading scorer on the team. She only knew that because Peyton had told her. And the second thing Brooke knew was that Nathan was probably one of the best looking guys she had ever seen. He was the image of a perfect man with his dark hair and cerulean eyes, a rare combination. His perfectly toned body was enough to make any girl, including Brooke, drool.
Brooke could remember that night as if it had happened just yesterday. She'd been wearing her favorite pair of dark Seven For All Mankind jeans and a red halter top that she always wore when she was in a real party mood. She had introduced herself to Nathan and congratulated him on the win. Then they'd talked about college life, friends, and how they'd ended up at Miami. They played drunken twister, which led to a few drunken body shots, which led to drunken sex in Nathan's room. Brooke had figured it was just a one night stand, but to her astonishment, she got a call a few days later from Mr. Basketball Star and he was asking her on a date. They went to Olive Garden and then saw Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story in theaters. Before long, they became the new 'it couple' on campus. And soon, Brooke felt herself falling head over heels in love with Nathan.
"Speaking of Nathan," Peyton said, "Is he going to pop the question tonight?"
Brooke smiled and shrugged. "God, I hope so."
Tonight the two would celebrate their three year anniversary, to the amazement of most of their friends. Brooke had never been a long-term relationship sort of girl. She could usually keep a boyfriend for a few months before she got bored with him. Nathan was no different. He'd been a total unsettled player. Waking up with a groggy memory and a girl he didn't know wasn't uncommon. In fact, it was sort of like a little routine. Then, along came Brooke and everything changed.
The only thing Brooke really wanted for her three year anniversary with Nathan was a ring on the finger. Preferably a three carat Harry Winston princess cut, but that was really beside the point. She knew tonight was the night. She could feel it. They were done with college, and they were both ready to start their life together.
"Well," Peyton replied, "I better be the first to know."
Brooke grinned. "Of course you will be."
She could envision calling Peyton the next day, describing every last detail of the wonderful night: the dinner, the conversation, the question, the acceptance, and everything that would happen after that.
"So what are you doing for the big night?" Peyton asked, sipping a Diet Coke from the silver can.
"Well, he's picking me up at 7:00, and we have reservations at Parma at 7:30," Brooke informed.
"Fancy, fancy," Peyton noted. Parma was the best restaurant around; it sometimes took months to get a reservation at the place. "What did you decide you were going to wear?"
"Well," Brooke began, "I was going to wear the pink dress. But then I looked at it, and it's way too sparkly and sequined for tonight. So instead, I'm wearing a short, off-white Diane Von Furstenberg dress. It's totally cute."
"I'm sure you will look great, Brooke," Peyton said. "I'm really happy for you."
"I know. I can barely wait." Brooke sighed a happy sigh. "Tonight could possibly be the best night of my entire life."