A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. Really appreciated. Also, shoutout to Popbaby1 who is making a mix based on this fic. Any song mention or quote comes from her. I am not cool enough to find my own music.

After third period Brooke talked to Peyton by her locker.

"So, are you going to Casey's?"

"Who?"

"Casey McLaughlin."

"Once again, I repeat, who?"

"Captain of the Lacrosse team. C'mon Pey!"

"I still have no idea who that is and wasn't invited to the party."

"Are you kidding? Cute girls are invited everywhere."

"Hence, my lack of invite."

"Oh shut up. You're hot, you know it and you're going to this party."

"No, it's cool really."

"No, I am going over to your house, picking out an outfit, and watching the boys drool. I won't take no for an answer. So Goodbye." Brooke left a flurry of excitement. What have I gotten myself into Peyton thought. Brooke was at Peyton's house as promised and immediately dove in her closest.

"Blondie, where are your skirts?"

"Skirts? Why are you looking for skirts?"

"Because you've got great gams and we are going to show them off." Brooke found a skirt amidst the mass of jeans and concert tees.

"I'll let you wear a black shirt."

"Thank you, oh Mighty Brooke."

"Shut up and put them on. I am going to pee and when I get back I want you dressed."

"You suck, Davis." Peyton said to the closing door.

"It's why I'm so popular!" Brooke could hear Peyton's faint laughter through the door. When Brooke returned, the blonde was dressed. Brooke thought Peyton looked decent if you liked that whole statuesque goddess thing.

"Nice, Sawyer, you should be the second hottest girl there. You should let me dress you more often. Now do that smoky eyed makeup thing and we're golden."

Once, they were ready. They headed to Casey's. Party by Love Arcade was booming from almost around the corner. Before they entered the party, Brooke looked over her shoulder to Peyton and with a devilish smirk said "Welcome to the dark side."

The only familiar thing to Peyton at the party was Peyton's jacket and Brooke. As soon as they walked in a guy around their age greeted them.

"Hey, Brooke. Who's your friend?" Some greasy blonde haired wannabe jock asked with a wink as Peyton tried to hold back her vomit.

"Peyton, this is Gavin, Gavin, this is Peyton."

"Hey, sweet thang."

"Peyton is a lesbian." She threw a questioning look to Brooke.

"What? Sweet!"

"She has herpes too."

"That's me. Peyton, the herpes infested dyke."

"Yeah, gotta go. Later Brooke. HEY SHELLY! Your ass looks sweet in those pants." Gavin said trying to get closer to a disgusted Shelly.

"Thanks for that Brooke."

"No problem."

"But, why herpes?"

"I didn't think that would get rid of him. He is usually far more persistent. I am going to get us a couple of drinks. Meet me at the couch." The blonde girl pushed through the mass of people to find the couch. She got a seat a good distance away from the tongue twins. She was handed a drink overhead.

"Thanks, Brooke."

"I'm not Brooke." Peyton looked above to see it wasn't in fact Brooke, but, a boy. A good looking boy.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's fine. She told me to get this to you. She was on her way over but, got pulled away by the other cheerleaders. Is that seat taken?" He said nodding to the seat next to Peyton. She shook her head no as he took a seat.

"You're Peyton Sawyer."

"Indeed, I am." This guy kept staring at her face, in a manner that was starting to make her uncomfortable.

"Do I have something on my face or something?"

"What?" He said being shaken out of his trance. "No, Um this is actually pretty embarrassing."

"So, now you HAVE to share."

"This is kind of weird to be talking to you here. In eighth grade, I had the biggest crush on you."

"What?!"

"Yeah, I know. We had English and Math together. I sat two seats to the right of you. I will never forget that day we had to read our poems in front of the class and you didn't want to read yours because it was about your mom and all. So you read it and it was really great. I mean it. Not even in an 8th grade poem kind of way and afterwards when you turned to Mr. Jacobs and slammed it on his desk and walked out was just so cool. I was hopelessly in love with you. I tried to ask you to tutor me in English, at least a million times, but I could never get the courage. Plus, it didn't really boost my ego that you wouldn't speak to me or that I was like the only the boy that hadn't hit puberty."

"Wow. You remember all that?"

"Oh yeah. You, Peyton Sawyer, were my eighth grade sun."

"So, what happened?"

"High school, I guess. I grew four inches over the summer. My voice finally dropped and guess who made varsity."

"Ah, yes. Cheerleaders in, Peyton out. Got it."

"No, you were never out. You were more on hold. Till this day every time I see you in the hallway, I just go back to being that squeaky short eighth grade boy who would get sweaty palmed just THINKING about talking to you.

"Why, so chatty now?"

"Honestly? I'm a little tipsy. They don't call it liquid courage for nothing. Now that I have spilled my guts to you, anything you would like to share?"

"I do kind of remember you. Actually, all I really remember was you dropping your books a lot."

"Yes, due to nerves. So, while I still have my courage, do you want to do something? Maybe sometime?" She faintly heard her name being shouted across the room. She rose from the couch to meet the voice.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind doing something, sometime. Right now, I am going to go. So, maybe I will see you later. Try to hold on to your books this time around."

"I will." Peyton walked across the room to the voice and saw Brooke Davis giggling.

"PEYTON!"

"Brooke" She replied apprehensively.

"Guess what?" Brooke asked in a half whisper and she stumbled into Peyton's arms.

"Getting drunk really fast isn't really hard."

"Okay. You know what else? I am going to get you home real fast."

"Why? We are having fun. You were talking to that guy and I was talking to that guy, that guy, and that guy too. See? FUN! Oh My God, you are trying to sleep with me. I totally get it. I knew there was a lack of skirts for a reason."

"Okay, time to get into the car." The curly haired girl said as she dragged Brooke towards the door.

"BYE, everyone!" By the time they got to Brooke's house she was half asleep. She mumbled the direction of her room which had a side entrance. She laid Brooke down on the bed, lifted her up to take her jacket off, and took her heels off.

"Peyton." A sleepy Brooke muttered.

"Yeah?"

"You are far more interesting than any guys I talked to tonight."

"Thanks."

"And Peyton"

"Yeah?"

"No matter what I say, I like the way you dress and I am sorry for saying you had an STD."

"It's fine, Brooke. Now go to sleep." As she finished her statement she noted Brooke was asleep. Peyton shut the lights off and walked out to her car. She left with a smile on her face. The dark side wasn't so bad.

Tonight I watch the lights go out in your house

Wondering how I could get so deep

And you could still get sleep

In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air

And I can't hide that I've relied on you

Like yellow does on blue
- Something Corporate