Important Note: For some strange reason I can't get this out of italics or bold...it keeps jumping back and forth between the two. THIS IS NOT A FLASHBACK…THIS IS THE PRESENT TIME!!!!

AN: Thank you all for the feedback and I don't use a beta, so if there are any mistakes, they are my own. I'm sorry for not pointing it out but unless I get a lot of reviews asking me to keep Breyton friends, this is going to be a slash fic.

Chapter 2

I wake up feeling completely refreshed. When I look down I see the reason for my peaceful slumber, Peyton. She's sprawled out all over me…she always does this when we sleep together. I always get my best sleep with Peyton…she's my safety blanket…my comfort zone.

Everything is at peace, which means that Lucas didn't come home last night. I'm not surprised, in fact I knew he wouldn't. I'm pulled from my thoughts when Peyton nuzzles into my neck, whispering something. She always did talk in her sleep. I try to make out what she's saying but most of it is mumbling.

"I'm in love with…" Then it goes back to mumbling…well that definitely caught my attention. I didn't think Peyton was talking to anyone right now. Her last real relationship was with Nathan and now he's married to Haley so I don't know who she could be in love with. While lost in my thoughts I unconsciously start running my hand through her hair.

"Hmm…Brooke." Then she tightens her hold on me before slowly waking up. She has a soft smile on her face but her eyes are still closed. I nudge her playfully which cause her smile to widen and her eyes open.

Her eyes suddenly widen in shock and she breaks from my arms falling off the bed in the process. I don't understand what just happened.

"Peyton? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask with concern.

"Who in the hell are you and how do you know my name? Where is Brooke?" What in the hell is she talking about? She's totally freaked out. I'm so confused.

"P. Sawyer…" She quickly cuts me off.

"DON'T YOU DARE!!! What the hell is going on? Only Brooke uses that nickname. You're another psycho stalker!" What the fuck is going on here?!!

"Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, calm the FUCK down!" I didn't want to yell at her but damn she's giving me a headache. Well at least that shut her up.

"Okay P. Sawyer, you've got to tell me what's going on with you right now because I've got a major headache and I'm not really in the mood for drama. I get enough of that from Lucas." Her anger and panic is quickly changing to confusion.

"Brooke? Is that really you?" She still has that confused look on her face…it's adorable.

"Yeah. Who else would it be?" Damn I know she's a blonde but she's never been this bad before.

"Wow…how did this happen?" She asked calmly.

"How did what happen?" I'm still really lost.

"Brooke…look in the mirror." She said so quietly I almost didn't hear.

Okay now I'm even more confused but I do what she says and walk over to my mirror.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I'm a…a…a…" I trail off in total shock.

"A boy." She mutters softly.

"Gee thanks for pointing that out P. Sawyer cause I clearly couldn't tell." Don't judge me, you'd get hostile if this happened to you.

I keep staring at myself in the mirror. Gently tracing my face noticing a lot of similarities only a lot more manly but damn I'm a really really hot guy.

"Shit I'm really hot." I state with amazement.

"Brooke! Seriously?" She's giving me one of her looks…the "I can't believe you" look.

"What? It's true. If I saw me as a guy I would totally be all over myself." Okay that even confused me a little bit but oh well.

This is a little break down of how I look. Soft wavy hair, which is my normal color, but now when the light catches it just right it'll look chestnut for one minute but raven black the next. That doesn't sound possible but believe me, it is. My face is very defined and strong and I've got sideburns…wow. My eyes are their normal beautiful color and to top off my total hotness, I've still got my dimples to die for.

"Peyton…I'm like the hottest guy on the planet. I know you think I'm sexy as hell so just admit it." Her resistance is starting to fade and she's checking me out completely. Oh ya, forgot to say that I've got a body to die for…hello muscles and abs.

"I guess you're kinda good looking but in a strange way…I mean you still kind of look like you…only as a guy. You look like you're twin as a boy." I guess that makes a little sense.

"I'm sorry but the suspense is killing me…I've got to look." With that I take a good look down my pants…hey, you would too and you know it. Whoa…nice! I could definitely work with this.

"Heh heh…nice." I'm so impressed with myself. She has that same look on her face.

"I cannot believe you just did that." Her face is full of amusement.

"P. Sawyer what do you expect? It's me…would you expect anything else." Well it's the truth.

"Moving on…so the last thing I remember from last night is talking to you before we fell asleep. That's nothing out of the ordinary." Hmm what did we talk about again? Well she came over because of Lucas and then that lead to…oh god.

"Peyt. Last night I wished I were a boy, remember?" She's thinking really hard and oh, light bulb.

"Oh my god." My thoughts exactly P.S.

"What are we going to do? How are we going to fix this? Shit, what about Lucas?!!" I ask in a state of panic. The look she gives me isn't very comforting.

AN: Oh Brookie….only you would check yourself out and actually mean it lol. Well that's chapter two...quite a bit longer than the first one. Please review!!! Thanks.