Thank you for the reads, follows, and reviews on the last chapter... I'm still unsure of how I'm feeling about this story, but I'm going to continue it for now since the idea of some of these events REALLY bothered me on the show.

Also, I have another plot bunny if anyone wanted to know, I have the draft idea for the first chapter done along with the idea of the storyline. I'm thinking the first chapter will be up by this weekend if I even make it that far... The idea actually kept me up most of last night until I wrote it down. So many ideas lately... And don't worry I haven't gotten about my other story :)

Enjoy! And please read and review :)


"Rise and shine B. Davis!" Peyton yelled rushing back into her bedroom with two plates of waffles.

"What's this?" Brooke groggily said sitting up, pissed at herself that she hadn't heard Peyton wake up, that means she could've disappeared in the middle of the night again and she wouldn't have known.

"Breakfast, or… for me, my hangover cure!" Peyton said happily.

"What are you so up about? You meet a guy at this show last night?" Brooke said questioning her taking a bite of waffle as Peyton plopped back down on the bed next to Brooke.

"If by Mouth you mean a guy, then yes." Peyton said smiling. "I was really surprised you were here last night… no offense, but based off your track record, I figured I wouldn't see you for awhile."

"Yeah…. Well…. I guess things change…" Brooke said stuffing another bite of waffle in her mouth.

"Well…? Am I going to have to pry or what? What happened?" Peyton said.

"We kinda broke up…" Brooke deadpanned.

"You what?!" Peyton said spitting half her bite of waffle on Brooke.

"Ew, Peyt, gross!" Brooke said with a laugh and upturned nose. "It's no big deal, we broke up. I don't love him Peyton and don't want to waste my time with someone who's not focused on me. It's really for the best…" She added and she wasn't even sad about the situation, in fact, she kind of felt relieved.

"You seemed so happy though… I don't understand. This isn't because of me is it?" Peyton said looking down. Brooke could tell she was feeling guilty.

"No, this was about Lucas and me and a decision I made. It's for the best… I just wasn't feeling it anymore, okay? Sometimes… I just want more than sex you know?" Brooke said leaning her hand on Peyton's leg to reassure her. Peyton nodded in understanding, that's all her relationship with Nathan had been based on and she was miserable, but she thought Brooke was happy.

"Are you okay?" Peyton whispered.

"Actually, I'm fine about it… honest." Brooke said looking back to her.

"You know I'm here though, right? Like… if you aren't?" Peyton said.

"Always." Brooke smiled. "Now… onto you, thought you weren't drinking last night missy?"

"That Rachel is one sneaky bitch, I told her I didn't want to drink last night, that I was cutting back on all that and she goes and finds loopholes around it…" Peyton said with a laugh.

"I don't trust her." Brooke replied angry.

"You've mentioned that before I think…?" Peyton smiled back. "Come on, we are gonna be late for school, you're welcome for the amazing breakfast by the way." Peyton said jumping up from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

"Whatever, where'd you learn to use the microwave Peyt? Cooking school?" Brooke yelled back to her.


Mondays always sucked.

Peyton was walking to her third period History class, which she hated and thought about skipping, she had a serious hangover and just the mere lights and noise in the hallway were bugging her. She knew she couldn't skip though, the big Cheerleading competition was fast approaching and if she skipped that meant no cheerleading, and Brooke would be pissed. She couldn't do that to Brooke, not when she had done so much for her the past few weeks. She gathered her history book from her locker and slammed it shut leaning her head against the cool metal, wishing the ache would go away.

"Hey hoe, repeat of last night tonight?" Rachel said approaching Peyton in a much too loud tone.

"Are you kidding?" Peyton said in disbelief. "It's Monday, Rachel… and I'm so hungover thanks to you I can barely function."

Rachel looked over her shoulder to see Brooke approaching glaring her eyes, she knew she had picked the right time to unleash what she was capable of. She knew it. How dare someone like Brooke Davis ever think otherwise!

"Davis" Rachel said cutting her eyes to the head cheerleader.

"Gattina." Brooke said standing by Peyton's side as if to claim ownership.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Whatever Peyton, let me know if you change your mind, oh and here's the CD I made for you." She said with a wink and was bouncing down the hall.

"What was that about?" Brooke questioned as they began walking to class.

"Oh, you know, just Rachel being her normal pain in the ass self… she wanted me to go out again tonight. I'm still hungover for God sake…" Peyton was cut off by the sounds of all the TVs cutting on right before they walked into History.

"What the hell is this?" They said looking up at the screens as the halls started to get packed and the whispers could be heard.

Trust is a lie. Never get married.

Nathan Scott could be seen on the screen seriously dissing his then estranged wife, Haley. They since had been trying to mend fences… but THIS may put a damper on things...

"Oh shit…" They both said looking to each other at the same time locking eyes with Nathan across the hall who looked like he wanted to kill someone. The unthinkable had happened. Someone had released the time capsule. The one that wasn't supposed to be seen for 50 years… the one that was currently playing throughout all of Tree Hill High….

Sex is the easy part…. It's the giving your heart to someone that's the scary part.

"It'd be awesome if they found a way to turn this thing off now…" Peyton said uncomfortable as her face appeared on the screen and she saw Principal Turner and Whitey running around frantic trying to find a way to cut the video off since the A/V room was locked.

"Awwww. P. Sawyer. You're so right though… Maybe one day?" Brooke said taking Peyton's hand.

I'm Anna. I'm new to Tree Hill High… my friend Peyton told me that rule #1 here was everyone had really complicated histories. I didn't know just how right she was… That was before I kissed her though. If you're watching this in 50 years, I hope it's easier. I hope there are no labels, no gay, no straight, no skinny, no fat, no Latina, no black, I hope we are all just one. For now, all you need to know is, I'm Anna.

"I… Uhhhh… Welll….." Peyton said super uncomfortable now that all eyes were on her.

"Peyton Sawyer! You never told me Anna kissed you! Was she any good?" Brooke teased with a jab to the ribs.

"It wasn't a big deal…. She just kissed me and told me she was gay and into me…." Peyton said looking at the floor. She wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out, and this hangover wasn't helping the matter.

"Uhhhhh….That's kinda a big deal! I can't believe you didn't tell me this!" Brooke responded abruptly, that feeling of jealousy creeping in her throat again.

Rachel looked over smugly, "No need to get upset, Davis, I'm sure having a hot makeout session with Anna just escaped her mind and she forgot to tell her so-called-best-friend."

"Shut up Rachel!" Peyton responded back fiercely. Before Brooke could respond they were jarred by the boy coming across the screen. The halls were suddenly very quiet. Peyton knew that boy, they used to all hang out at the Rivercourt, and she knew Lucas and Mouth were good friends with him.

Posers. Liars. Fakes.

There's not a single person in this place worth REMEMBERING in fifty years. So don't believe any of the other crap you're hearing. Everyone at Tree Hill is a liar….See, people here are fake, so they stick to their cliques to hide it. I mean, the stoners are medicated, the honor students are afraid, and the jocks, well, they're jocks, man. They'll peak at seventeen, and their cheerleader girlfriends will be FAT and LONELY by twenty-one. LOSERS! EVERYONE here is a loser! And the truth is, every day I have to come back to this school, is one less day I have to come back.

The halls remained quiet as everyone looked at each other and the kid that could be recognized from the tape, Peyton remembered him as Jimmy, kept his head down and exited the school as everyone stared at him.

Everyone was broken by the silence as one Brooke Davis appeared on the screen.

In 50 years, I'll probably be married to someone like Senator McFadden, but you guys just call him Mouth.

"Mouth…Really Brooke?" Peyton said with a laugh.

"Oh no…. Oh god no this isn't happening… We have to get this off…" Brooke shouted picking up a chair from a nearby classroom.

"What did you do Brooke? Or say?" Peyton said amused that her best friend was so frantic by whatever she had said on the tape.

In case you guys are aliens and have three of these or something…

"My life is officially over" Brooke said putting her head in Peyton's chest to try to eliminate all the humiliation and laughs from the crowded hallway as she had exposed her chest to all of Tree Hill High.

The screen finally went dark and the announcement was made over the loud speaker "Classes are canceled for the rest of the day."

"More like the rest of my life… I can't ever come back here Peyt... That's so embarrassing…" Brooke said still leaning her head on Peyton's shoulder as they walked out of school.

"YOU? What about me? The whole school knowing that Anna kissed me, after the whole 'Dyke' thing last year thanks to your ass of your boyfriend." Peyton replied.

"Yeah…. About that… Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"You're kidding, right? You're boy crazy Brooke. What am I going to just tell you that a girl made out with me one night? It just never really came up." Peyton tried to laugh it off.

"So what? You should be able to tell me about it." Brooke replied looping her arm through Peyton's as they walked home.

"Well, maybe I kinda liked the idea of it all, or maybe it was just the idea of being wanted…" Peyton said hesitantly stopping in her tracks waiting for a response from Brooke. But really, she only wanted to be wanted by one person and she'd never get the courage to tell that person that.

Brooke nodded her head in understanding and they walked home the rest of the way in silence. All Peyton could think about was the boy from the capsule "The people in Tree Hill are fake so they stick to their cliques to hide it. No one is worth remembering in 50 years…" The haunting words just wouldn't leave her and she couldn't shake the bad feeling that this was only the beginning.


What do you think? Also, Rachel's last name... I've seen it SEVERAL times as Gatina and Gattina... I'm not sure which is the correct usage, Wiki and IMDB use two different ones, and many other sources do as well. Anyone know?

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