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Summary: Drabbles of S1 BL. Peyton confesses to Brooke her feelings for Lucas before BL get together. Takes place during and after episode 1x10.
A/N: Just some drabbles that wouldn't leave me. Honestly, it's been done before. Sooooooooooooooooo much. But, eh. It was in my head, and I have to write what's in my head. some of the chapters have no real significance to anything. They're just...scenes that I imagined happening. It's actually my least favourite fic that I've worked on, but it's the only thing running through my mind right now.
Enjoy.
Peyton walks into the Davis household, slamming the door and throwing her back pack on the ground like she owned the place. She walks into the kitchen in search of something to eat.
"Brooke!" she calls out, pulling out a soda from the fully stocked fridge. She looks up when she gets no answer. Her eyes land on a pair of jimmy choos thrown half-hazardly at the foot of the door, confirming that her friend is indeed in the house.
"Brooke?" she calls again, making her way up the impossibly long stairway and to the end of the hall, towards her best friend's room.
"Brookie?" She opens the door and her mouth drops at what she sees.
There, sitting in the middle of the bed, was her best friend....reading a book.
"Um, what are you doing?"
Brooke glances up at her friend before returning her attention to the novel in her hand.
"Reading." She says in a matter of fact tone.
"Yes, okay, stupid question." She takes a deep breath and starts again. "Why are you reading?"
Brooke pouts. "Why are you so shocked? I do read, you know."
"Yes, I know. But, you read....Cosmo. And that God awful People's crap. You don't read..." She squints and reads the title. "Steinbeck?" She asks, more than states. She looks at her friend with wide eyes.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my friend Brooke Davis?"
The brunette rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out. "I'll have you know that I'm quite enjoying this book."
"You're scaring me even more now."
Brooke giggles. "Okay, okay. What if I told you that I'm enjoying the thoughts of what will happen after I read the book?"
Peyton nods and makes her way over the bed.
"Who's the guy?"
"You know me too well, P. Sawyer." She giggles and sinks into the bed to be at level with her best friend. "Lucas."
The blonde goes rigid in her place. Brooke continues on, oblivious to the discomfort of her friend.
"He told me that Steinbeck was his favourite author while we were taking care of you. And this morning at school he sought me out and gave me the book to read." She smiles brightly at the memory. "I made him a deal that if I read it he'd have to make it up to me."
She turns her head to the side and kinks her eyebrows. "You know how I like my boys to pay up." She winks at her friend and looks back up to the ceiling.
Peyton stays in her place and stares at her friend with a pained expression. She knew Brooke and Lucas had gotten closer ever since the night that they took care of her, and although she understands that they're nothing more than friends she knows that Brooke will be expecting something much more physical than Lucas--or even she herself--could handle.
"Um, Brooke?" She stars hesitantly, turning to her side so she's completely facing her childhood sidekick.
"Hmm?" Brooke doesn't look away from the book, which she's still shocked has been able to keep her interested for this long.
Peyton takes her time to think of the best way to approach the subject. "Remember how you asked me if I had feelings for Lucas?"
This time, it was the brunette who went rigid. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath before closing the book and turning to face the blonde next to her.
"What about it?" She tries not to sound too nervous.
"I....I think I do." Brooke continues to stare at her, but doesn't react. "Have feelings, I mean."
She can see Brooke grit her teeth, but nothing else changes on her face.
"You think you do?" She asks, and Peyton is amazed that she could stay so calm.
"No, I--" she takes a deep breath. "I know I have feelings for him. I've had them for a long time, now."
Suddenly, Brooke scowls at her. Turning away from the shocked blonde, the brunette cheerleader rolls off the bed and starts to pace the room.
"You sure about that Peyton? Because I distinctly remember you telling me on multiple occasions that you had no feelings for him what so ever. Wasn't it you who pushed him away because he wanted an actual relationship when you weren't interested?"
She'd taken her friend's confession of the night of the party as proof that she was in no way interested in pursuing Lucas Scott. Brooke had hoped that the event would have made Lucas get over her best friend, and hopefully notice her and treat her with the same care as she'd seen him give to Peyton and TutorGirl.
"Yeah, I know I said that." She pushes herself up and sits on the bed, worry evident in her eyes as she watches her friend angrily pace the room. She didn't expect Brooke to react like this. Lucas was just another conquest for her. She shouldn't be this angry.
"But, I didn't mean it. I...I just freaked out, you know? I didn't know if I was ready for a relationship."
"But now you do?" Brooke scoffs. Peyton picked a hell of a time to realize her 'true feelings.'
"I...I guess I always knew. Look, Brooke, I'm sorry I'm ruining your plans, but I really have feelings for this guy."
Brooke bites her tongue to keep herself from snapping at the blonde. What? Did she think Lucas was just a game to her?
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
The blonde shrugs. "I was scared."
"Scared of what? Of me?"
"Of course not! Of Lucas, and the way he makes me feel! I mean, I feel so safe around him, you know? Like he takes one look at me and he sees the real me." She snorts. "God, how clichéd do I sound?"
Brooke doesn't say anything. She knows the feelings Peyton was talking about. She felt the same way whenever he looked at her too. Or at least, it's what she found herself hoping for. She still isn't sure if Lucas actually saw her for who she really is, but she knows that if anyone is going to be able to, it would be him.
She locks eyes with her Peyton, a feeling of jealousy bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She knows that Lucas already sees Peyton. The blonde is one step ahead of her. As usual.
"Then why are you scared?"
"Because...because he's so perfect right now, and he's so sweet and...what if he turns out to be like Nathan? Or like my dad? What if he leaves just like everyone else?"
Brooke sighs, and puts two comforting hands on her childhood friend. Silently, she curses Nathan for hurting her so much. "P. Sawyer, not everyone is like Nathan."
"I know that, but...Nathan started out just like him. He was all sweet and caring, you know?"
Brooke looks at her. Actually, no, she doesn't. She has no idea.
"And look how he turned out." Peyton continues, oblivious to her friend's internal turmoil. "I can't go through that again, Brooke."
The brunette sighs and hugs her. She pushes down whatever feelings of jealousy and hurt she feels and forces herself to accept the fact that whatever she had with Lucas was over. Whatever hopes she held for an actual relationship with him are now gone. She knows he's still into Peyton and now that her friend finally fessed up her own feelings...Brooke should have known better than to hope.
"Peyton, the guy has been crushing on you since, like, the 8th grade. He's been following you around like a lost puppy for three years now, and he hasn't gone anywhere. And you haven't even thrown him a bone yet. You think he's going to leave you once he finally has you?"
Green eyes meet a pair of hazel, and the blonde nods. "Yeah, I guess." She says defeated. Brooke knows that she's just trying to hide her uncertainty.
"Look, you're like, totally into this whole dating thing. So why don't you just give this a chance? I mean, it's how it goes, right? You try it out, if it doesn't work, you pout and eat ice cream then move on, right?"
Peyton gives her a look. "You're argument would be more persuasivee if you took it seriously, Brooke."
The brunette shrugs. "Nah, that stuff's always sounded too boring for me." She says pointedly, and misses Peyton rolling her eyes.
"I thought you said you wanted to try out the whole stable boyfriend thing."
Brooke takes her time to answer. She'd been telling the truth when she confessed her hopes to Peyton that day at the spa. But now that Lucas was definitely out of the picture....she suddenly doesn't see the idea as appealing as before.
"Well, maybe I'm just waiting for my creepy stalker guy to come along and drool over me?" She says mockingly. Peyton laughs and hits her with a pillow.
"I'm serious, Peyton. Lucas isn't like other guys. He's innocent, and sweet and wants romance and emotional connection." Peyton looks at her friend, unconsciously frowning as she watches her hazel eyes sparkle as she talks about the blonde boy. "He seems to be willing to do anything for you. And you owe him a chance to show you how much he can love you." A small, sad smile forms on her face.
"He's worth it, you know?"
