Author's Note: Not much to say about this chapter, it's pretty self explainatory. Enjoy!

Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five

- Chapter 2 -

Once Lucas left, Brooke looked around her room. It wasn't how she remembered it, not that she remembered much of anything this morning. Sighing heavily, she attempted to shake the spell that Lucas had set on her. She could still feel his fingertips on her skin, and smell just the slightest hint of his cologne lingering in the air, on her bed sheets, on her own clothes. Picking up her comforter from the floor, she smiled to herself as she remembered how sexy he looked cuddled up in her bed. His blonde hair was a complete mess from their obviously "rough" night. She wished she could've remembered that. Draping the blanket over her favorite chair, she began to strip the sheets form the bed. Pulling each pillow off one by one, as if she was searching for something—and she was—she quickly realized that Lucas' hoodie was gone. It was right here last night...wasn't it? Overcome by an unusually eerie feeling, she stepped back. I wouldn't have…would I? Shaking her head to erase the irrelevant thought from her mind, she continued to throw everything into her hamper. Out of the corner of her eye, Brooke was unable to ignore a rather large gold frame on her nightstand. It shone in the early morning sun, attracting her attention. After coming closer to get a better look, she picked it up and saw a picture of her and Peyton hugging tightly, their faces pressed up against each other as they grinned from ear to ear. In the bottom left hand corner was a date stamp. 10/31/2007. Halloween? 2007? That must be a mistake. Brooke questioned to herself as she brought the picture closer to her face. She quickly realized she was not wearing anything even closely resembling a devil costume. What the—Brooke thought, but was interrupted by someone barging into her room, without knocking.

"Hey B. Davis!" Peyton cheerfully bounced through Brooke's doorway, grinning from ear to ear. Without looking towards the door, Brooke quickly recognized her ex-best friend's voice. Her behavior, on the other hand, was so uncharacteristic of her norm that Brooke had to do her second double-take of the day. It was unbelievable. Almost as unbelievable as the fact that Peyton was standing in her room and actually seemed happy.

Keeping her back towards the door, Brooke spoke calmly. "Peyton. Just when I thought my morning couldn't get any better, here you are." Brooke's voice dripped with sarcasm. Quickly placing the frame face down, she turned to face her.

"What's with the cold shoulder, bitchy?" Peyton joked, pulling Brooke against her will into an awkward hug.

"Well, witchy—" Brooke was about to give Peyton a piece of her mind or her fist, whichever came first, but suddenly noticed something much more important. "Holy crap! Take a look at that rock!" Grabbing Peyton's hand forcefully, Brooke gawked over the marquise-cut, well-over-one-karat diamond which was almost too bright to stare at.

Peyton only laughed. "Brooke, you've never been modest, but are you kidding me? You helped Jake pick this gaudy thing out!" Holding her hand out at arm's length, she examined the ring. "I can't say I'm complaining, though."

Brooke only stood there stunned. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her former best friend's mouth. She was engaged? To Jake? Could this morning get any more strange? Would psycho-bitch Nikki be the next person to show up at her door? Or maybe Chris Keller would magically appear in her bed tomorrow morning? Nothing seemed impossible anymore, and all she could do was laugh at the irony of it all.

"I know you're jealous. You know, since you've been planning your dream wedding since first-grade," Peyton smiled reminiscently, "but I'm sure Lucas will pop the question soon. Not that you have a single patient bone in your body."

With the mention of marriage and Lucas' name in the same sentence, Brooke's face suddenly lost all color, and she felt like there wasn't enough air in the room. "Peyton. This isn't funny. Seriously. If you ever cared about me at all, you'll stop this."

"What are you talking about?" Peyton questioned sincerely.

"Me, and…" Brooke's throat became dry at the mere mention of his name, "Lucas."

"Davis, I'm happy for you guys! I saw you two leaving together last night, and all I can say is, it's about time! You two have been miserable without each other. I was sick of hearing you two bitch and moan!"

"You're happy for us?" Brooke couldn't believe it. She figured it'd be a cold day in hell before Peyton ever truly supported her relationship with Lucas. To her surprise the day had come.

"Of course!"

"But what about you and Lucas?" Brooke wondered aloud, hope filling her voice. What could've happened to snap Peyton out of the spell Lucas had set on her? She couldn't help but feel a teeny-tiny bit excited the ball seemed to be back in her court. Not that she would ever admit it.

"Oh, Brooke, c'mon" Peyton sighed heavily, rolling her eyes, "we've been over this about seventy-six billion times!" Throwing her hands up in the air, she sat down on Brooke's bed, her bubble suddenly burst. "Lucas and I..." she began, "we're great friends, and we always will be, but there's no romance. The month we spent together last year was just—not what we thought it'd be. It was dull. There wasn't a spark or intense emotion...we weren't meant to be together like you two are." Brooke couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her when she heard the word friends come out of her mouth.

"Last year?" Brooke was beyond confused by this point.

"Yeah, you know, right after Lucas was in the hospital…" Looking over at Brooke, she realized her face was completely blank. "…after the championship game…" Peyton pushed, trying to help jog her memory.

At this point she realized she must be dreaming, but she was going to take full advantage of this illusion. "So it didn't work out with you two after all…" Brooke whispered under her breath.

"No, and honestly it was a Godsend. Getting accepted into Raleigh was the best thing that ever happened to me. I had the pleasure of groveling at Jake's feet to take me back." Laughing a little, she continued, "Nothing like a little begging and pleading to make you realize what an idiot you were." Peyton twirled her engagement band on her finger. "I love him, Brooke." Sitting down next to Peyton, she looked at her—really looked at her. She seemed extremely happy, and oddly enough, a smile crept onto her lips as well. Maybe it was the fact that in the dream world she was currently living in, she had her best friend back and a boyfriend waiting eagerly in the balances. She didn't know, and honestly, she didn't care.

"I'm happy for you, Peyton." Brooke answered honestly after the two shared a silent moment.

"I know, Brooke, you've told me." Peyton laughed as she stood up. "Now c'mon, we have to go pick up our dresses!"

"Dresses?" Brooke questioned, tilting her head to the side.

"Okay, this amnesia bit is really getting old. I think we've tried on every dress in Tree Hill. Do not tell me you've changed your mind. I don't think my body can handle being squeezed into anything else." After extending an arm to help Brooke up, Peyton headed for the door. "You coming?" Peyton questioned once she realized that Brooke hadn't followed her.

"Yeah" Brooke answered hesitantly, as she walked over to her nightstand. Picking up the picture of the two of them, she lightly grazed her fingers over the top of the frame as she set it back down. "I'm coming."