Disclaimer: All characters do not belong to me, all are created and owned by Mark Schwann.
A/N: This is my first story, I couldn't decide whether or not to tell it from third person, or first person, I eventually decided on first person. This story is primarily about Brooke, and told from her point of view, but other character's point of views will be thrown in as well. Takes place from Lucas and Peyton's wedding and beyond. Enjoy!
INTRODUCTION
"Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, you better answer this phone right now!" I yelled with frustration into the ringing phone. Once again Peyton's phone went to voice mail. I threw my phone down in frustration. There was a knock on the door.
"If your name is Lucas Scott, don't come in here." I warned.
"Well, then I'm all clear." Haley said as she came through the door. "What's going on? We're about to start in like ten minutes."
"Oh no we're not." I said as I took a seat at the nearest chair.
"What do you mean no-" Haley stopped as she looked around. "Where's Peyton?"
"Seems like we've got a run away bride." I muttered as I held up a note. Haley snatched the note from my hand and began hastily reading.
"Went to clear my head? What in the world is there to clear! We have a room full of people who have bent there backs to be here, a beautiful reception room, and a band that cost a fortune! I'll be damned if there's no wedding today!" Haley ranted furiously.
"Okay, calm down tutor-wife. There's going to be a wedding today, if I have anything to do with it."
"And how is that? We don't know where she is! What am I supposed to tell Luke?" This time it was Haley's turn to sit down.
"Your not gonna tell him anything! No one can know about this. Um, you go find Nathan or Karen, tell them to tell Lucas that uh, Peyton's shoe broke, and I went out to get her some new ones okay. As far as anyone is concerned it's just a wardrobe malfunction that's keeping the bride. After you get someone to tell Lucas, find out how to keep the guests entertained. I'll be back." Brooke instructed as she grabbed her car keys.
"Do you have any idea where she could be?" Haley asked as she prepared to carry out her instructions. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I have a couple of guesses. Besides how far could a pregnant woman in a wedding gown go? " I smirked trying to lighten the mood. Haley smiled as she let out a sigh.
"When did you become so good in a crisis?" She asked.
"Please, my life is full of them. I figured I needed to learn how to deal with them someday." Haley nodded her head in agreement. "Alright lets pray there's a wedding today." Both of us headed out of the room on separate missions to fulfill one common goal.
I ran out to the parking lot and got in her car. I pulled my phone from my purse and tried Peyton again. Voice-mail. This time I took the liberty of leaving a message.
"Love triangles, Psycho Derek, and Lindsey! You went through all of that and your gone on the most highly anticipated day of your life! Are kidding me P. Sawyer! When I find you, the claws are coming out missy, and if there is one ounce of dirt on that beautiful Clothes Over Bros. original that I slaved over, your dead!" I shut my phone in frustration and sped out of the parking lot.
Hope you enjoyed it. Leave me a review and let me know what you think about the story, also who do you think Brooke's love interest will be?