Here's the next chapter. I hope you like this story because I'm having a lot of fun writing it. This story is turning out to be a lot about Brooke and her feelings and I'm finding it really easy to write. I guess Brooke is just a really easy person to relate to and express through words.
CAcherrycola: I never seem to please! You wanted her dead so I killed her but as nicely as I could! Lol! Oh well, you'll either love it or hate it. I can live with that. I made Brooke not as sad as she would have been in normal circumstances. I hope this will make you happier!
Lemonmeruingue: Here's a tissue...lol. I'm glad you like it. It's the saps that'll keep me writing this one.
Haleyx23xNathanx23x: Glad you liked it but sorry you don't like the death. I'm better at writing sad things than happy.
Onetreehillfan213: Glad I made you cry! It's people like you that keep me writing this.
Christine: Thank you and thank you again. I'm so glad you like the story and my writing! Keep reading and reviewing.
Lysser8312: I'm glad you liked it and I will definitely go and read your stories too. Thanks for letting me know about them!
Cyberchick2007: My other story is called I Never Meant to Hurt You, so if you're interested there it is. I'm glad you liked it even though you like Peyton because I did too until the whole ruining of Brooke and Lucas' relationship.
Black was never a pretty color. Brooke never liked wearing it unless it was slutty bar hopping clothes, but she changed her ways when she met Lucas.
Today was different. The black was not to look pretty, it was for Peyton. To show her respect for Peyton, which she found she had little left. She hated Peyton for what she did to her and Lucas; it was something she could never ever forgive. But Peyton was gone now and they couldn't fix it anyway but Brooke regretted.
"That bitch got what she deserved." Brooke repeated over and over in her head trying to convince herself that this was true. But who could ever wish this fate on someone especially someone who had once been her best friend? No one deserved this to happen.
Then again, Peyton did this to herself. She wanted to die. She left all this pain and unresolved issues behind. Most of all she left her friends behind. Who could be selfish enough to leave your friends and family behind? Peyton couldn't handle the drama, the drama she brought on herself, so she took the easy way out.
Was death really the easy way out? Brooke couldn't believe she was having such thoughts about her dead friend. How low could she go? She was battling her inner most thoughts because of Peyton. It's always about Peyton. Everything had to be about Peyton and when it wasn't Peyton wasn't happy with being the sloppy seconds. Or was Brooke the sloppy seconds because Lucas did love Peyton before he ever loved Brooke; if he ever loved her.
Brooke shook her head, ashamed of herself. She should be mourning Peyton not bashing her, at least for today, her funeral. She tried to look the best she could for Lucas. She was going to get him back if it killed her. No she shouldn't say that; she was just sure she was going to get him back. She looked herself over in the mirror; she had gotten thin and pale. She looked like she was dead. In actuality, part of her had died and she used to think Peyton was her better half. Now she was just a skank and Brooke had handed her the title of 'Tree Hill Slut', which had formerly been Brooke's title.
As she drove to the church she began fighting off tears. This was it; Peyton was really gone. Peyton's dad had asked Brooke to give a speech, being Peyton best friend. Little did he know that they were no longer best friends; on the contrary they were mortal enemies. But she couldn't turn him down; she had to show a little respect for his loss. She wanted to show Peyton one last time that she was the better person; she had class.
Lucas and Jake were sitting outside the funeral home across the street from the church. They were both distant and distraught. They had both been captivated of her charm and essence but now that she was gone they had nothing to look forward to anymore.
Brooke parked and walked over towards the funeral home. Almost instinctively Lucas stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace. She loved being in his arms. This sudden display of affection for her almost made her break down the barriers she had put up to close out all of the male species and blonde bimbos.
"Hey guys," Brooke finally said weaseling out of Lucas' arms. Although she wanted him so bad there was this constant fear in the back of her mind telling her he'd just hurt her all over again.
"Hey Brooke," Jake moved over allowing enough room for both Brooke and Lucas to sit down on the tiny bench.
"I can't believe this is it." Lucas finally said after a long pause, "This is the last time we'll ever see Peyton."
"Stop saying stuff like that, man." Jake didn't want to admit that she was really gone and never coming back.
The three sat there in silence; Brooke staring up at the cloudless sky, Lucas' head in his hands, and Jake silently crying but with visible tears streaking down his cheeks.
Jake never thought he would ever love anyone as much as he had loved Nikki but then Peyton came around and changed him. She made him want to be a better parent for Jenny. She made him want to find Jenny a mother and he wanted it to be Peyton. But in one night, it all changed; there was no more Peyton to love and no one to look forward to everyday, besides Jenny. Peyton was the love of his life and he had lost her. He couldn't save her.
"Jake, Lucas, Brooke," Karen spoke suddenly from the funeral home's door, "There getting started."
The reality was finally setting in for them all. This was really happening; it wasn't a dream. Peyton was never going to be there to graduate or get married or have kids or break up another happy relationship. She robbed herself of her life that she could have made so great and left everyone else behind to pick up all the pieces.
The room was filled with Peyton's friends, family and peers that came to pay their last respects. Brooke never even knew Peyton knew all these people but she didn't really care. She just wanted Peyton to see what she did to everyone she'd left behind.
"Let us join in prayer for our beloved sister, Peyton Sawyer." The priest began praying but Brooke couldn't bring herself to pray. She didn't agree with what Peyton did so how could she respect Peyton at all? It just didn't make sense to her how some people could hate themselves so much that they could even think of killing themselves; but most of all she couldn't believe that Peyton did it.
"Now I call up the friends followed by the family to pay their last respect to Peyton." The priest ushered them up towards the coffin, "Then we will progress to the church for a mass."
Brooke couldn't bring herself to go up and look upon Peyton's face. She couldn't even stand the thought of her anymore. She hated her so much for doing this to all of them. She hated what she had done to Lucas; he was a mess walking up to her coffin. Brooke watched with envy as Lucas kissed Peyton's cheek and then seeing him burst into tears. They were tears that built up from the night since Peyton died and now they all came out at once in a rush. Brooke, without thinking, ran to his side to comfort him. He was so broken; she couldn't bear to see him go through this alone.
"It's just so hard to accept she's gone." Lucas whispered into Brooke's as he held on to her for support.
"I know," Was all Brooke could say. What else could she say to make him feel better? She knew no words could heal his wounds.
The mass dragged on for what seemed like forever but Brooke wasn't really paying much attention. She had a speech to give about her 'best friend' yet she had nothing good to say about her. She couldn't say that she was a selfish blonde bimbo who wanted the world to revolve around her and she took whatever she wanted no matter what the cost. She couldn't say she missed her and wished she hadn't taking her life because Brooke didn't care anymore; all Peyton had ever given her was pain, time and time again.
"Now I'd like to call up Brooke Davis, Peyton's best friend." The priest motioned to a microphone that was set up next to the altar. Brooke froze; she didn't know what to say what was she going to do?
People began to stare at her as she sat there holding her breath. She was sure she was turning purple by now but she didn't care; she didn't care about anything anymore. She'd lost her best friend and her boyfriend and it was getting to hard to handle, but she wouldn't take 'the easy way out' like Peyton had; she was going to stick it out.
Lucas urged her to get up with a gentle nudge. She stood up and there was not turning back now. This was going to be the hardest speech she was ever going to have to make and for the first time in a long time, Brooke Davis cried.
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