Waking up a little groggy, Peyton turned to look at the other side of her bed, and for split second thought sadly that the past few days were a dream. That is until Brooke came out of the bathroom smiling as she saw Peyton awake. It was still early, and the weekend, so she told Peyton to go back to sleep as she crawled back in bed beside her.
"I woke up, and you weren't here, I thought it was all a dream. I was so scared, but you came back, and it wasn't a dream."
"Wait, what wasn't a dream? Are you feeling okay P. Sawyer? You look a little off."
"Yesterday, the date – wait you do know what I'm talking about right?"
Panic started to fill Peyton's voice as she wondered what really did happen. She was sitting bolt upright in bed, completely lost in her own chaotic thoughts as she tried to figure out if she had been dreaming when she heard Brooke burst out laughing next to her.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, don't be mad."
She was still trying to control her laughter when she was smacked in the face with a pillow.
"That was so not funny Brooke; you almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Hey! I know, I know, I'm sorry. Everything that happened yesterday was real, all of it. Unless of course you had some steamy dream last night, because we just fell asleep cuddling, and nothing else happened."
"Brooke, can you for once get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Sorry Blondie, you just give me all these dirty thoughts and I can't help it, you're too beautiful for me not wander there."
Peyton couldn't help but blush. She didn't what to say to that, and if she was truly honest she did have more than the occasional dream about the brunette.
"Now, as I was saying before you decided to beat me, it's still really early, so lets go back to bed."
"Good plan, now get that big ass of yours over here, I'm cold."
"Hey! I do not have a big ass!"
"I know, it's perfect, but still, I'm cold, so get over here."
"As you wish P. Sawyer, as you wish."
Brooke moved closer to her and as Peyton wrapped her arm around her friend's midsection and laid her head on her shoulder, they both once again drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Once again Brooke woke up first. She couldn't help but think of how they were in the same position as the other day, with Peyton holding on to her as if for dear life. She just smiled to herself and hoped that her reaction would be different this time. As she looked at the clock, she noticed that it was now close to noon, and debated whether or not to get out of bed.
"On the one hand, I have a gorgeous sleeping beauty in my arms, and I so don't want to wake her and end this moment. I just wish it could last forever. But, I can't stay in bed forever; I am going to have to use the bathroom at some point. And it is almost afternoon. Stupid time and logic, why do you always have to ruin the perfect moment?"
As she was still trying to sort through her thoughts Peyton started to stir. Well, at least she didn't have to continue her internal debate. As with the previous time they woke up like this, Peyton looked up at Brooke, then rested her head back down on her shoulder. But this time instead of pulling away, she squeezed tighter and let out a small mumble that Brooke couldn't quite make out.
"What was that sleepy head? I didn't quite catch what you said due to that fact that you pretty much spoke into my boob."
Lifting herself up to look at the brunette, Peyton smiled, a little flushed and then began to speak.
"Well, first off, way to make me blush. Now, what I said was good morning and I'm glad you're here."
"Ah, well good morning to you to, and I guess I'm glad you're here too."
"Brooke!"
"What? Fine, yes I'm extremely happy to have woken up to you in my arms. Satisfied?"
"Yes. What time is it? Oh my god, we slept the whole morning away, its already after noon."
"Yeah well, who cares? It's the weekend and I happen to want to do nothing but spend the day with you. And if we happen to stay in bed all day, I think I could manage to accept that."
"Brooke, you really are something else. Now while I would love to stay in bed, there's something I want to do today, with you. So get your ass out of bed and let's get dressed. And then maybe when we're finished we can come back to bed."
That last remark certainly piqued Brooke's attention. She could care less what they were about to do today, just the small prospect of what could happen later was all the motivation she needed to jump out of bed."
"Don't let me stop you P. Sawyer. Now let's move – things to do, so little time. Come on, hurry up!"
"I see I got your attention, now you be a good little Brookie and maybe you'll get a surprise later on."
"Oh! You tease!"
"What, me? Now move it Davis, time's a wasting."
And with that both hurried to get dressed and were ready to go within a half hour. This must have been a record for Brooke. But even with the time crunch, she looked as flawless as ever. By nearly one in the after noon they were out the door and in Peyton's car, heading towards the highway.
