"Okay, do you want me to actually make the dress or not?" Brooke asked, her mood having lifted since Peytons arrival. The blonde only grinned at her, obviously elated.

"Im sorry, Brooke." She said, trying to stand still. "Im just really excited." Brooke smiled softly, enjoying Peytons mood.

"Yeah." She said quietly, coming around from behind Peyton with the tape measurer. She wrapped the tape around the blondes waist, studying the number intently. Peyton watched Brookes face in the mirror, reading it like a book.

"Whats wrong?" She asked gently. Brooke closed her eyes, almost wincing, and pulled away from the blonde. She forced a smile onto her face.

"Its nothing." She lied, and quite obviously. There were too many things going on in her head anyway, she mentally justified, to really be able to explain it to Peyton. Instead, she let her smile grow genuine, a devious grin. "You need to eat." She said. "The tape measurer was telling me negative numbers."

"Oh, shut up!" Peyton said, slapping Brooke playfully. They both laughed as Brooke wrote the waits number down in her little notebook. "I do though, seriously." Brooke looked up.

"You hungry?" She asked. Peyton nodded.

"Yeah."

"Alright, come on."

Full of Chinese food and soda, Brooke and Peyton had returned to Peytons old bedroom. Peyton relaxed on her bed, watching Brooke as she sat in a chair across from her, working thread through white fabric in her lap.

"So tell me about this 'rocker design' you mentioned earlier." Brooke said, not looking up from her project. Peyton grinned, mischief in her eyes, and shifted to lay down on her stomach, her head at the end of the bed.

"Well, I dont want to look trashy, you know? But…. Something very-"

"You?" Brooke interrupted. Peyton shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe. It depends on how you define me though." The blonde thought about it for a while, silence passing briefly. "I dont want feathers." She finally said. This made Brooke look up, and eyebrow cocked.

"That was random." She said. "But I can understand why you wouldnt want to look more like a bird." Peyton grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Brooke, ultimately missing. She didnt appreciate the skinny-legged comment. "Hey!" Brooke yelled. "You cant chuck crap at me when Im working on your wedding dress, P. Sawyer!" The blonde only chuckled. "You wont be laughing when I mess this up."

"Brooke, you havent gotten anywhere." Brooke looked up, glaring.

"NOT the point." A silence fell over them, and Brooke became absorbed in her project not because of what it was, but because of its worth in distracting her from really thinking. Peyton let her eyes wander about the room, missing it a bit. In reality, she missed the whole house, and more so the girl that still lived in it. She fiddled with her ring, the one Ellie had given her before she died, and exhaled slowly.

"So… whats going on with Victoria?"