-The party-

Pairing: It's still Blaley, though I'm still working on how to get them together.

Rating: T

Authors Notes: I officially hate myself for what I did in the last chapter. Not only did it suck having them drift apart, but now it's gonna be twice as complicated getting them together!

Brooke couldn't see anything throught the swarm of people in her living room. Everywhere she looked there were scantily clad girls, rubbing up against drunken, laughing Boys. Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Peyton and Jake, standing over by the food table.

"P. Sawyer!" she yelled over the pulsating music, as she practically climbed over people to get to where her best friend was standing. "I see you found our favorite daddy."

Jake laughed and gave Brooke a hug. "Make me sound like a pimp much?" He asked, putting his arm around both of their shoulders. "Glad to see you missed me though." Brooke scoffed and pushed him away.

"Puh-lease," she laughed. "I'm not into fooling aroudn with my best friends boyfriends." she shot a playfull glare at Peyton. "That would be Goldilox's job!" Peyton rolled her eyes and grabbed Jake's hand, dragging him out onto the dance floor.

"Bye Brookie!" she said before dissapearing from sight. Brooke laughed and picked up a cup, filling it half full of some random alcohol. She didn't plan on getting smashed like she was known for, but hey...one drink couldn't hurt right?

Taking a sip, she decided that it would be nice to go outside and breathe some actual air for a few minutes. Turning to her right, she ran smack into someone and spilled her drink all down the poor girls outfit. Uh, real smooth Davis. She thought.

"I am so sorry!" she said looking down into familiar brown eyes. Haley, who had been looking down at her now soaked shirt, looked up startled.

"It's okay, Brooke really." she said grabbing a few napkins and dabbing at her shirt. Brooke noticed for the first time that it was white, and now 90 transparent. Gulping, she dragged her eyes back up the other girls body to see Haley looking almost as uncomfortable as she felt. People were pushing all around them, dancing and trying to get food, causing the two of them to be standing incrdibly close. Brooke could smell Haley's shampoo and resisted closing her eyes and inhaling deeper.

"Woohoo Tutor Girl!" She heard a drunken slurr ring out behind them. Turning she saw Tim grinning at them goofily. "Way to get the 'Wet T-shirt' contest going!"

Haley blushed crimson, and tried ehr best to use ehr arms to cover her chest and stomach. Seeing the way Haley was getting embarassed, Brooke grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the crowd. She would have to remember to smack Tim later.

No one talks to my girl that way! Especially not Dim Tim! She bit her lip when she realized she had referred to Haley as 'Her Girl'. Yeah Davis, you dig her. Why don't you just get over yourself and tell her already? Not like she can hate you more than she already does, right?

The two finally threaded their way through the mass of people and made it upstairs, where Brooke yelled at two half dressed, and fully drunk couples to get out of her room. They all grumbled and quickly left in search of another place to make out.

"I'm so sorry." Brooke repeated her earlier phrase, locking the door and turning to face Haley who hadn't said more than four word in the last several minutes. "Here." She walked into her closet and came out with a fresh shirt, holding it out to Haley. It was a pink t shirt with the word 'Babe' written across the chest in big purple letters.

Both girls blushed and Brooke walked over to the window. Give the girl some privacy! I can't just stand here and watch her change...mmmmm...naked Haley...NO NO NO! Dammit! She gazed out the window, watching as two guys pushed eachother around on the grass.

Haley who was standing a good six feet away, turned away from Brooke as she pealed her shirt off. Oh yeah, she thought sarcastically. This isn't awkward at all. Having changed she turned to find Brooke quickly snap her head back to the window.

Okay, so I peaked. Brooke thought with a smirk playing about her lips. Sue me, I'm only human.

"Thanks." Haley said, looking around uncomfotably. Oh my god, was she just checking me out?

"No problem, Hales." Brooke said, with a wave of her hand. She sat down on the bed and motioned for Haley to come join her. Slowly, Haley moved and sat just about as far away as was possible without actually falling off of the bed. Yep, Brooke thought. She hates me. They sat there in awkward silence, as they had been for the last several minutes. Just tell her Brooke...just tell her...c'mon...WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING ANYTHING! And why do I keep referring to myself in the third person? God that's annoying. Almost as annoying as just sitting here.

"Okay look," she heard herself say. Woohoo Brooke's mouth, way to get in the game. "I know that we have both been using every tactic imaginable to avoid eachother since what happened." Haley just looked at her and bit her lip. My god she is the sexiest thing. Brooke thought.

"But I just wanted to let you know that," Brooke continued, trying her best to sound casual. "That I really like you..."

Haley looked up at her with a mix of shock and hope playing on her face.

"...and I want us to be friends." Brooke could shoot herself. Please let me have put the word 'girl' infront of that. Why didn't I? I DON'T WANT TO BE JUST HER FRIEND! If I had a gun right now, I would be dead. And then I would really have no chance with Haley...oh wiat, I already have no chance with Haley. Stupid me.

Haley shrugged. Great, she wants to be friends. Why was I stupid enough to think she would ever want more than that? She let out a giggle. Hell, I didn't even think she would want to be friends. And I guess friend Brooke is better than no Brooke.

"Friends sounds--" Haley had been about to say nice, but she was cut off by Brooke.

"Terrible."

"What?" Haley asked crinkling her brow in confusion.

"I don't want to be friends with you Haley." Brooke said, taking a huge breath, and going for it. "I want to date...you."

Haley gasped. What the hell did she just say?

"What the hell did you just say!" Her speach matched her thoughts.

"Oh god..." Brooke groaned and closed her eyes. Haley thought that it was about the sexiest thing she had ever seen and started to imagine Brooke moaning out her name, her head tossed back and her eyes squeezed shut. No Haley Stop! No thinking about Brooke durring sex! Brooke inturpted her thoughts by saying."You think I am gross."

"What? No!" Haley tried to explain. "Brooke, I could never think that. Cause it's pretty much imposible to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and be gross at the same time."

"Haley you don't have to lie to spare my fee--" Brooke stopped and smiled at her. "Did you just say beautiful?"

Haley rolled her eyes. "Duh, but Brooke you know you're beautiful. The thing you aren't however, is gay."

Brooke looked at her, with a genuine smile on her face and said. "Maybe not, but for you...I can make an exception."