Hey, guys. In light of the 'holiday,' I've decided to include this little tidbit in the story. It's just a mini one-shot within the story. When the story is picked back up next time, it won't pick up where this left off, it will pick up a few days from now. Enjoy!
"BROOKE!" Haley yelled from her bedroom. "Can I borrow one of your denim mini skirts?"
"Yep!" Brooke yelled back.
Haley walked out into the hallway in time to see Brooke's mini skirt land on the floor. She picked it up and walked into Brooke's room. "Thanks. Do you have some shoes to go with it?" Haley asked. Wordlessly, Brooke dug around in her closet and produced a pair of heels for Haley. "Great, thanks, again. And a shirt to go with it?" Brooke nodded her head and grabbed a white tank top from her set of drawers and gave it to Haley. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. PEYTON!" Brooke yelled. "Can I borrow your black zip up hoodie with the skulls and crossbones on it?" she asked, leaving the room and rushing into Peyton's. Peyton dug around in her closet and handed Brooke her favorite hoodie. "Thanks!" Brooke said, rushing from the room in her dark denim jeans and a white tank top.
Haley followed Brooke back into her room. "Can you do my makeup?" Haley asked.
"Have a seat on my bed," Brooke said. Haley sat patiently for half an hour while Brooke perfected her makeup. "There, all done," Brooke said, handing Haley a mirror to look into.
Haley turned her face from side to side. "Don't you think the eyeliners a little too thick?" Haley asked her friend.
Brooke put her hands on her hips. "Do you want my help or not?" she asked, agitated.
"Geez, I'm sorry," Haley said, standing up. "Now I know why they call you the cheer NAZI behind your back," Haley said on her way out.
"Haley!" Peyton yelled. "Can I borrow one of your t-shirts and your makeup" she asked.
"Which T-shirt?" Haley yelled back.
"It doesn't matter!" Peyton returned.
Haley picked out her favorite T-shirt and scooped up what little make up she had and brought it into Peyton's room.
"Thanks," Peyton said.
"You're welcome," Haley said on her way out.
888
A little while later, there was a knock on the front door of the girl's apartment. Brooke opened the door and Lucas and Jake walked in.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow," Brooke said, greeting her boyfriend with a hot kiss. "How did you know I had the hots for him?"
"I kind of figured it out last night when you asked me if you could scream his name," Lucas said.
Brooke laughed. "I did not ask that. Good idea, though," she said, slapping his butt as he walked away.
He spun around. "And you, my lady," he said in a fake accent. "What might you be?"
"Or who," Brooke said. "I'm Peyton," she told him, spinning around.
Lucas looked at Brooke and just nodded. "Nice wig," he said.
"You like that, do you?" she asked.
Lucas took a minute to size it up. "Kind of," he said, "but it's nothing compared to what's underneath."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Where's Nathan?" she asked, peeking out the front door.
"He'll be up in just a minute. He's finding a parking spot." Nathan walked in as Luke finished his sentence. "Wow. That was quick."
"I'm parked in a fire zone," Nathan told his brother.
Lucas rolled his eyes. "This is why you get tickets, Nathan."
"You should have dressed up as my mother," Nathan said.
Just then Haley walked out. "Wow!" Nathan said. "Haley—you look hot."
Haley pursed her lips and sighed. "Nathan, what are you supposed to be?" she asked, although she already knew the answer. He was wearing a blonde wig, a hooded Keith Motors sweatshirt, a pair of faded jeans, and flip-flops. He was holding a book in his hands. Haley went over and snagged it from his hands. It was The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck. "You're Lucas?" she accused.
Nathan grinned. "Yep, to your Brooke," he said.
Haley closed her eyes and licked her lips, trying to reign in her temper. "Who told you?" she demanded.
Brooke cleared her throat. "It kind of slipped out," she told her friend.
"When!?"
Brooke shrugged a shoulder. "When he asked me," she said.
"You guys, I don't know if I can wear this all night," Peyton said, walking into the living room, looking down at her costume.
Jake burst into laughter. "A chastity belt?" he asked, but you could barely understand him because he was still laughing.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Nathan asked.
"Duh…I'm Haley," Peyton told him.
It took a moment for full realization to set in, but when it did, Nathan's surprised eyes flew to Haley's. She gave him a defiant look back, and then brushed past him out the front door. "Let's just get going," she said on the way out. "By the way, Jake, nice costume."
He looked down at himself. "But I'm not dressed up," he said.
"Really?" Haley said. "Because I could swear you're the boyfriend of a bitch."