-- CHAPTER 6 -- He's Sure Something* --

Andy returned to Brookes house just as soon as everybody left. He found the key exactly where she'd said it was. Then he walked inside. "damn" He shook his head taking in the picture of the torn up house. He went upstairs, and once he reached the top he froze in place. How the hell am i supposed to find her room? He thought. He was used to his parents big house back home, so the picture wasn't too overwhelming. The problem was this wasn't his home, how was he supposed to know what each room held, and which one was Brookes...?

There was a long hall that had about five doors on each side and another door at the end of the hall, which he figured was the master bedrrom. He knew he'd better start looking instead of just standing there so he opened the first door. "What the hell?" He mutterd. This was a black room with a white table and no windows. There was a lamp on the table and a few scattered papers on the desk. He walked in knowing this was probably not her room, but curious. He just wanted to take a look at whatever was on the desk. Sketches? He thought. So she designs... Wait, no it could be her mom. He shook his head. Why am i trying to figure this out? He didn't know why he was so curious, he just wanted to know things about Brooke. Mostly because he knew whatever she was keeping from him, was big, and it was probably something that would help him understand her more.

He walked out of the dark room and went on looking through all the doors. Two rooms were completley empty, no color no nothing. Just four white walls. Six other rooms were'nt very extravagent, but they were nice. They seemed to be guest rooms. For a second he felt as if he were in a hotel... He was kind of surprised that the room at the end of the hall was her room. It was the master bedroom, he figured that since the begining, but also figured it would be her parents. Whetever.

When he went inside he paused to take a look. Her walls were a creame color. She had a huge round bed in the center where a blond chick was laying on, no surprise there. Her right wall was what seemed to be a built in piece of furniture that held a big screen TV in the center and under it a DVD/VHS player. Under that there was a stereo and there were little speakers in each of her wall corners. The rest of the furniture piece was shelves and shelves of what seemed to be movies, CD's, and magazines. There was a window on the left wall with hotpink curtains that matched her bed spread, next to the window was her dresser, above the mirror there was a poster of... Akon? Back in the corner of the far wall was a door that seemed to blend in with the wall. He decided that he needed to get done with what he was there for before he decided to look around some more. He went to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Sure enough, there was the envelope. He took it out and walked out of her room and out of her house.

The police sation wasn't far from brooks house, only a few miles up the road. He was gald that he'd already known where it was since he'd pased by it the first time he was in Tree Hill. The lot was empty, so it didn't take him long to find a spot. He got out and went on inside. He spoke to the receptionist and she sent him to another room in the building where he would have to pay to bail Brooke out.

It wasn't too long when he was done and so they told him he could just sit in the waiting room for her. He sat there for about five muinites before he walked outside. He sat on the bench just outside the door. The walls of the office were glass so he knew that she'd see him.

Brooke steped outside the door that would lead her back the way she'd gone inside. She sighed in relief that her parents weren't in the waiting room. She knew that Andy was the one who'd bailed her out, because she'd told him to. Even so there was a part of her that was still freaking out that her parents might have showed up. She let out a small laugh that was only loud enough for herself to hear. Damn Im paranoid. It would take my parents a day to be here or more, and it had only been alittle over an hour.

Why the hell was she so paranoid? Whatever.

She smiled to herself when she saw Andy sitting on the bench right outside of the office. After signing a few papers she walked outside of the office and went to sit next to him on the bench. "Aren't you freezing out here?" It was acctually pretty cold.

He looked at her. "Nah, besides it was kinda stuffy in there." He smiled. "So you ready?"

She nodded once. "Ready as ill ever be."

"Cool." He led the way back to his Black Lexus and opened the door for her.

Before she got in the passengers seat she commented. "Nice ride."

Before he closed her door he handed her the white envelope with the leftover cash inside and added. "Thanks."

He went over to the drivers seat and got in. He started the car and pulled out of the lot. "Nice house." He comented.

"Thanks." She smiled to herself. "So how easy was it to find my room?" She asked, obviousley being sarcastic.

"Very." He chuckled.

She nodded and looked out the window and after a moment of scilence they were close to her house already. "So whats the black room for?" He asked.

She turned to look at him. "Did you go in there?"

"Kind of."

"Then isn't it obvious?" She asked. She wasn't pissed or anything she really did think it was obvious, but she'd never acctually showed anyone that room either. Atleast not on purpose. Her Black room was her favorite room, designing was her passion, and it was what she felt she was born to do. Although she wasn't exactly sure how she would come about doing it. Making it to where she wanted to be, fame for herself didn't matter, what mattered was her clothes, that is what she wanted famous. Her clothes, she wanted people all over the world talking about her clothes.

He shrugged. "There were a few sketches of some dresses and a few shirts."

She went back to looking out the window. "A dark surrounding makes it more serene. All that i need is my paper, pencil, and me." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Then shrugged. "Its easier that way i guess." She wonered if he thought she was crazy, sometimes she questioned her sanity. Who drew in a drak room like that? Her, apperently.

He was impressed, the sketches he'd seen were'nt half bad. "You're good." Now he knew they were her sketches and not her moms.

Only a few people had acctually seen her sketches and comented them. Her cousin, Chole, she was pretty close to her, Bevin, and well, now him. She apreciated a guys compliment probably more than she did the acctual girls. She knew that most girls who bought clothes were influenced by the thought of trying to look hot for their boyfriends. Or boys in general.

Then they were at her house.

She looked over at him. "Thanks."

"No problem."

"No, i mean... thanks for everything, i mean you didn't have to help me out, but you did anyways." If only he knew what a huge load had been lifted off her shoulders because of his help

"Oh. Like i said, No problem." He grinned. "I guess this means you owe me right...?" He said with a supicious look in his eye.

She laughed a little. "Yeah i guess it does." She narrowed her eyes at him. "What?"

"You agreed that you owe me, so why don't you tell me now and we'll call it even."

She shook her head. "No way."

"C'mon."

"Not a chance, anything but that."

He shrugged. "okay."

"So what is it you want?"

He smiled over at her. "Ill get back to you."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever, but remember... not that."

He chuckled, she was kind of cute when she rolled her eyes. "Fine, but can i ask you something.?"

"Shoot."

"How many people have you trusted to go through your house the way i did today?"

She narrowed her eyes, she knew where this was going, that whole you'll trust me thing... Then she relaxed and shrugged... and lied. "Tons."

"Uh-huh" Was all he said.

She opened her door and smiled. "Goodnight Andy."

"Night." He chuckled. "See you at school Monday"

She got out and closed the door, just when she turned to walk to her house he called after her.

"Brooke!"

She looked over at him, he'd rolled down the window. "How many really?"

She rolled her eyes, He wasn't going to let this go? "Just you... now get outta here." She added playfully.

He smiled and drove away.

She stood there until he was out of sight. He's sure something. She thought to herself. Then she turned and walked to her door, what a day, she thought. Mom, Basketball, Party, Andy, Jail... My lifes more like a soap oprah. She laughed a little and went inside her home, closing the door behind her. She wondered why Andy truly wanted to know about her. and once again she came to the conclusion that he was probably just nosey.

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