I know that I haven't had anyone telling the story except Lucas and Nathan so far but I put this chapter in b/c it's valid to see Peyton's reaction. Also, its Lucas' turn for a chapter (and he'll get one) but lets face it, he's in a coma so its not 100 entertaining lol. Hope you all are having a great day/night/life
Chapter 11(Brooke)
Brooke hung up her cell phone and looked down at its pink, sparkly cover. Of course she'd seen Nathan's brother around school, not that she'd ever tell anyone but she thought he was really hot. So was Nathan in fact must be something in the Scott genes. Anyways, Nathan's brother, Lucas. He was hot but she'd never seen him laugh or playing around and let's face it that was what Brooke was all about. In her own head (since she liked to give people nicknames) she'd started calling him Broody because that's all he seemed to do.
Brooke skipped back into P. Sawyer's room to tell her the good news. Nathan hadn't just ignored her and P. could forgive him and they could go back to fighting and making up. Peyton looked up from one of her depressing drawings and turned down her depressing music when she saw Brooke come back.
"What did that asshat say?"
"Actually he was being really sweet about it. There's totally a good reason to forgive him."
"Nathan Scott? Sweet?"
Brooke hopped onto Peyton's bed with her. She pulled the sketchbook from Peyton's hands because she knew how easily P. Sawyer could get distracted about her drawings. She looked down at it. This one was really good…depressing (as always) but good. It showed a girl sitting cross-legged in a dark room with a single light bulb hanging over her head. The shadows had creepy glowing eyes and sharp teeth in them. The girl, who was obviously Peyton, was biting her lip and a tear was sliding down her pale cheek. The caption read: "You're always alone but you never really are." Brooke furrowed her brow (in a way that she figured looked really cute). She got the picture; it was very deep but in order to keep up appearances she looked at Peyton.
"What the hell does this mean?"
Peyton rolled her eyes, "Its like people always leave you alone but then again you always have your demons and problems to keep you company. Get it?"
"Yeah. Jeez, P. Sawyer we need to get you some antidepressants."
Peyton reached her arms around Brooke's shoulders and pulled her tight, "Well that's why I have my daily B. Davis dosage."
Brooke hugged Peyton back and smiled at the fact that she was able to keep her friend at least a little happy. Brooke knew that ever since her mom's death, Peyton had been balancing on the edge of a very dark place. One push seemed to send her into depression but Brooke tried to always be there to pull her back into the light. It was kind of like her and Peyton were one of those Chinese symbols. What were they? Oh yeah yin yang. They balanced each other. She was always there to pull P. Sawyer back and Peyton did the exact same thing for her. They'd been best friends for like ever….well since they were nine but that's close enough to forever.
Peyton shook Brooke's shoulder. "Brooke? Earth to Brooke. What did Nathan say?"
Brooke sat up, excited to tell P. the good news. "Oh yeah. He totally has a good excuse. So you know Lucas right?"
Peyton nodded.
"O.K. well…so Nathan is with Tutor Girl. She's that girl that hangs around the tutor center. She's a tutor…well obviously. I think Nate said her name is Haley. Anyways, they're studying or something. Even though the thought of Nathan studying is weird. Did you know that he came close to failing our English class last year just because he wouldn't read the stupid book? I mean…duh…I hate reading but like it's hard? No, it's totally easy so he should have just…."
"Brooke! Point. Get to it."
Brooke pouted for just a second because P. had interrupted her. "Well like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." Peyton rolled her eyes. "Nathan and Tutor Girl are hanging out then Lucas' mom calls Tutor Girl Apparently Luke and Tutor Girl are tight. Also, apparently, Luke was in a car accident and had to go to the hospital. So your dashing, handsome boyfriend, overcome with worry for his long-lost sibling is at the hospital. How's that for an excuse? Not like you can be mad now huh?"
Brooke sat back, expecting Peyton to immediately declare her love for Nate and talk about how great it was that he was worried about his brother. Unfortunately Peyton didn't do any of that. She just sat there with this really weird look on her face. It was like a combination of heartbreak, horror, and utter sadness. Brooke tilted her head, trying to place that look. When it came to her she immediately grabbed Peyton and pulled her into a fierce hug. She remembered that look, it'd been on a 9 year old P. Sawyer face but the look hadn't changed. It was the same look that Peyton had after her mom died. Brooke didn't know why she felt that way now but she hugged her anyways, trying to give whatever comfort she could.
Peyton held her close for a few minutes before pulling away. She wiped unshed tears out of her eyes. Brooke leaned forward and pulled a strand of hair out of Peyton's face.
Brooke's voice was soft and caring when she asked, "What was that all about P. Sawyer? What's wrong?"
Peyton shook her head, "I'm just being stupid. It's just….well Brooke is Lucas going to be ok?"
"I don't know P. Did you know him better than I thought or something? Were you guys like friends in class?"
"No, Brooke…its just…yeah I think I knew him better than you thought."
Peyton turned her head away from Brooke, still wiping at her eyes. Peyton's voice was so soft that Brooke barely heard her next sentence. "I think he knew me better too."