(June 4, 2011)
"I can't believe I'm getting married in a week!" Brooke exclaimed
"I can. You've been complaining about this wedding for the last two years" Haley said smiling wryly
"Shut up. It's not my fault I have the most annoying set of friends ever" Brooke said sticking her tongue out.
Haley laughed, "You know you love us"
Brooke just rolled her eyes and went back to her sketch book.
In order to throw the paparazzi off, Brooke had come up with an ingenious plan. She had scheduled her summer showing on the 10th of June in LA. As part of her scheme she had included a lot of her friends/celebrities in the showing and had announced a post-show party on the 11th at Tree Hill. Nobody knew it was going to be her wedding except for the people in the actual bridal party.
"What possessed me to come up with this stupid plan?" Brooke said scowling. "It's too much work"
"Oh come on Brookie, All you need to do is put the finishing touches on your clothes. This wedding has been planned for ages and it's not like you're actually doing anything for it"
"Yeah, Karen is a doll isn't she? But that's not the point. It's the principle of the thing. I have one of the biggest showings of my life followed by the most important event of my life… in one weekend. The nerves!" Brooke threw her arms up dramatically
"Suck it up sweetheart, you knew what you were getting into when you signed up for 'celebrity'. Atleast the tabloids have no idea what's really happening at Tree Hill. I've heard the funniest stories about why you've chosen your hometown as the place for your post –show party. My favourite is that Luke felt you needed to be in familiar surroundings when the reviews come out in case you had a breakdown"
"Shut up, just you wait until it's your turn. Speaking of which, how's hot shot? And how are things between you two?"
Haley smiled a happy smile.
"He's fine. I'm fine. We're fine. God Brooke I never thought we would be here again"
"LA?"
"In love, you idiot. It's like when we first got together but better somehow. I'm so happy."
"Yeah I can tell" Brooke said. "So will we be hearing wedding bells in the near future?"
"Just yours. Nate and I are already married remember?"
"Whatever. That wedding so doesn't count. One, it was in high school, two, you guys split up after, three you dated other people, four you were almost but not quite legally separated and most importantly five.. I wasn't at that wedding" Brooke pouted
"Let's get through your super weekend first and then we'll worry about me getting married again" Haley said gesturing to the pile of work on Brooke's desk.
"Which reminds me, you're supposed to be helping. Get to work Scott"
"Aye Aye Cap'n Davis"
"Soon to be Scott" Brooke said grinning
"Soon to be Scott" Haley echoed.
(June 10, 2011, 5pm)
"Oh shit, where are the fucking models?" Brooke yelled.
"They'll be here honey. Relax" Lucas said in an effort to calm his fiancée down
"Stop telling me to relax asshole. And what are you doing here? You should be in make up"
"Sweetheart you scared the crap out of the make up people. Three of the girl and one the guys are currently cowering in a corner" Lucas said trying to hide a smile
"Those bitches! All I said was that they made Haley look like a whore and Peyton like a cheap call girl. I may have also suggested they go through beauty school again and buy glasses on the way but really there's no need for dramatics" Brooke huffed.
Lucas looked at her with barely concealed amusement.
"Is there anything I can do sweetie?"
"Yes there is" Brooke said smiling sweetly for a moment before the smile faded from her face, "Get to make up" she shouted
"Ok ay okay" Lucas said backing away with his hands raised. "I' gone"
"Good. And you tell those 'artists' in there to think a little more classically elegant and less trailer park trash ok?" Brooke yelled at Lucas's retreating figure.
"Maybe I should go tell them myself" Brooke said to herself before she was distracted by the arrival of her models.
"Where the fuck have all of you been? Get into make up and wardrobe now" she hollered.
Everyone took one look at the stressed out Brooke Davis and hurried away.
"Complete fuckwits" Brooke muttered
"Ok, I hate to say this B. Davis but you are gonna have zero friends left if you keep this up'
"Peyton" Brooke said, "What are you…"she trailed off when she saw her best friend standing before her complete with make up and outfit on.
"I'm ready Brooke. Haley is almost done. Nate and Lucas are getting done. You show starters Mel and Gwen are all set. It was a genius idea to have all your celebrity friends be the models but you have to remember that they aren't gonna listen to you bitch and moan. Keep that for the real models who actually need this job" Peyton said with a grin.
"Oh shut up" Brooke said but this time with a lot less venom. And then she sighed and sank to her knees.
"You okay?" Peyton asked concerned
"No, I'm not okay. I have so much riding on this show. I have checked all the outfits like four times but I won't know if anything is wrong until everyone gets into the clothes. What if something goes wrong? What if they hate it? What if no one orders anything? And I'm getting married. I can't even stop to process that because I'm too busy running around after my friends slash models who won't co-operate." Brooke said in a tight controlled voice that did little to hide the stress she was feeling.
"Hey, calm down Brookie. Deep breath, there you go, just breathe" Peyton said rubbing Brooke's back gently as she settled down next to her on the floor.
"The clothes are beautiful. You have had two fittings last week so we know they fit. If there's something wrong you will know before they get on the runway. Remember, you'll be there with two of your assistants so you have control. Nothing will go wrong, everyone has rehearsed for this plenty and if anything else happens that's beyond your control. If the people out there have eyes, they cannot possibly hate your clothes. You will have so many orders your main worry will be keeping up with them. And yes" Peyton's voice dropped an octave, "You are getting married. And it's going to be wonderful. Stop worrying so much"
Brooke hugged Peyton gratefully.
"Thanks P. Sawyer"
"You're welcome" Peyton said as she got up and then stuck her hand out to help Brooke get up too.
"You just need to relax" Peyton started to say.
"Oh my god, what have you done? You've ruined your fucking make up and dirtied your dress. Go, get back there. Somebody fix this" Brooke shouted "Some best friend you are. Sitting and talking when you should be standing and waiting and trying not to ruin anything . Bitch"
"Right back at ya" Peyton called out with a smile as she went back to where her make up guy was.
Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to look at the first wave of models/celebs that had emerged from wardrobe.
"You're fine. You too, you… are not. Stop. What the fuck is this?" Brooke pulled out the small pair of scissors that she had on her and snipped a stray strand of thread that no one had noticed.
"This is going to be a long night" Mel murmured as she watched Brooke fuss over one of the other models. "Peyton and Nate so owe me that threesome"
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This is the first part of the fashion show/wedding extravaganza so there will be a lot more Brucas. I don't know how many chaps it will be because I've only written the wedding so far, still working on the other parts of the show. That's why I only have this much out so far.
Mel is Melissa Waters who I mentioned in one of the previous chapters. She's the girl who approaches Nathan at the after party. I'm going to try and use a lot of the made up celebs rather than real ones in the show. So if you don't recognise names it's okay.
Please REVIEW. It's because of the many many inspirational reviews that I got that I decided to work through my horrible writer's block.
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