Brooke got up bright and early the next morning, excitement coursing
through her body. Both hers and Haley's suitcases were by her front door.
She made a pot of coffee AND had taken a shower by the time Haley had
rolled out of bed. Haley came out of Brooke's room, still dressed in her
pajamas.
"Morning Sunshine," Brooke said cheerfully.
Haley groaned. "It's way too early to be perky."
"Get your but in gear missy. It's six thirty. Shower. Move, move, move!"
She rolled her eyes at Brooke and decided to obey Brooke...because after all, she was the control freak of fun. "Fine," she sighed and retreated to the bathroom. A half hour later, she returned to Brooke's living room all dressed and showered.
"Coffee?"
"Oh no, no, no!" Brooke shrieked. "You are not going to Florida like that," she told Haley, who was wearing flare leg jeans and a long sleeve shirt.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Haley asked.
"You do not dress like that for Florida. This," she said, pointing to her black pleated mini and red halter top that showed a fair amount of sun kissed skin, "this is what you where to Florida."
"But Brooke it's cold out."
"I'll warm the car up. It's cold from house to car, car to plane. It'll be warm on the plane," Brooke argued. "Follow me. I have some dressing up to do." Brooke led Haley to her bedroom closet. "What to dress you in?" she asked rhetorically. She dug through her closet, and leafed through her hanged. She paused at a baby blue athletic mini with a rhinestone heart in the bottom right hand corner. Brooke then grabbed the spaghetti strap tank that she got to match it. A white tank top, with baby blue trim, and of course the matching jacket to the skirt.
"At least my arms will be warm," Haley said, raising her white flag in defeat.
Brooke grinned. "That's my girl."
Haley laughed shaking her head. She returned from the bathroom, clad in Brooke wear. "How do I look?"
"I think I may have some competition this spring break girl."
Haley laughed embarrassed. "Such a liar."
Brooke shook her head. "I don't joke about competition."
'And wait until Nathan sees this,' Brooke thought.
The skirt showed off Haley's long legs, and the tank top showed a very little part of the belly, leaving much to be desired for. Nathan was sure to be speechless when he saw her.
"Can we get going now?"
Brooke nodded. "Let's go. The car should be warmed up by now."
"When did you go out there?" Haley asked a bit confused.
Brooke gave Haley an as-if kind of look. "Please. Remote start baby."
"I should have guessed."
"Hey, it's cold out there," Brooke protested.
Haley just stared at her a moment. "I KNOW! Let's get going before we miss our flight and have to freeze here in Tree Hill."
They each grabbed their suitcase and ran out to Brooke's car. They threw their things into the trunk and jumped into the warm interior.
"I could kill you right now," Haley warned Brooke.
"But you'll thank me when I land," she reminded her hostile friend.
Haley nodded. "I probably will. But until then...I can think of a hundred different ways to torture you."
"Whatever floats your boat," Brooke said, shrugging her shoulders. She put her car in drive and headed off to the airport.
About a half hour later they were at the airport and boarding their plane. They took their seats, with Brooke sitting next to the window. Haley took out a novel she brought with her to read.
Brooke took out her walkman, put in her Maroon 5 CD and pressed play.
The plane took off, and they were in the air. Brooke and Haley both were doing their own thing. Brooke was staring out her window watching them pass over cities. About a half hour into their flight, Brooke's batteries died. She searched desperately through her purse. Nothing - no batteries. She shoved her CD player back inside and sighed.
She turned to her right, and tapped Haley. Haley looked at her, and Brooke said, "Hey there."
"Hi." Haley went back to reading her book, and was tapped again by Brooke.
"Whatcha reading?"
Haley answered, "A Walk To Remember."
"Oh great movie," Brooke said, nodding approvingly. "How's the book?"
"It's good."
"So Haley..." she trailed off.
Haley placed her book mark in her book, and closed it. She went through her purse. "I have to have them somewhere," she mumbled to herself. "Aha!" Haley grinned victoriously. "Two double A batteries. Here you go," she said, giving them to Brooke.
Brooke informed Haley, "It takes three."
"Of course it does."
Haley opened her book up to the page she was reading, and continued to read.
"What's happening?" Brooke asked, referring to the book.
"That's it," Haley sighed, exasperated. She turned a bit in her seat to face Brooke. "I take it you want to talk."
Brooke nodded. "Brookie's bored."
"Ok scary. You're referring to yourself in third person. Even scarier...I'm your source of entertainment huh?"
She nodded again.
"Lucky me."
END PART 3
"Morning Sunshine," Brooke said cheerfully.
Haley groaned. "It's way too early to be perky."
"Get your but in gear missy. It's six thirty. Shower. Move, move, move!"
She rolled her eyes at Brooke and decided to obey Brooke...because after all, she was the control freak of fun. "Fine," she sighed and retreated to the bathroom. A half hour later, she returned to Brooke's living room all dressed and showered.
"Coffee?"
"Oh no, no, no!" Brooke shrieked. "You are not going to Florida like that," she told Haley, who was wearing flare leg jeans and a long sleeve shirt.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Haley asked.
"You do not dress like that for Florida. This," she said, pointing to her black pleated mini and red halter top that showed a fair amount of sun kissed skin, "this is what you where to Florida."
"But Brooke it's cold out."
"I'll warm the car up. It's cold from house to car, car to plane. It'll be warm on the plane," Brooke argued. "Follow me. I have some dressing up to do." Brooke led Haley to her bedroom closet. "What to dress you in?" she asked rhetorically. She dug through her closet, and leafed through her hanged. She paused at a baby blue athletic mini with a rhinestone heart in the bottom right hand corner. Brooke then grabbed the spaghetti strap tank that she got to match it. A white tank top, with baby blue trim, and of course the matching jacket to the skirt.
"At least my arms will be warm," Haley said, raising her white flag in defeat.
Brooke grinned. "That's my girl."
Haley laughed shaking her head. She returned from the bathroom, clad in Brooke wear. "How do I look?"
"I think I may have some competition this spring break girl."
Haley laughed embarrassed. "Such a liar."
Brooke shook her head. "I don't joke about competition."
'And wait until Nathan sees this,' Brooke thought.
The skirt showed off Haley's long legs, and the tank top showed a very little part of the belly, leaving much to be desired for. Nathan was sure to be speechless when he saw her.
"Can we get going now?"
Brooke nodded. "Let's go. The car should be warmed up by now."
"When did you go out there?" Haley asked a bit confused.
Brooke gave Haley an as-if kind of look. "Please. Remote start baby."
"I should have guessed."
"Hey, it's cold out there," Brooke protested.
Haley just stared at her a moment. "I KNOW! Let's get going before we miss our flight and have to freeze here in Tree Hill."
They each grabbed their suitcase and ran out to Brooke's car. They threw their things into the trunk and jumped into the warm interior.
"I could kill you right now," Haley warned Brooke.
"But you'll thank me when I land," she reminded her hostile friend.
Haley nodded. "I probably will. But until then...I can think of a hundred different ways to torture you."
"Whatever floats your boat," Brooke said, shrugging her shoulders. She put her car in drive and headed off to the airport.
About a half hour later they were at the airport and boarding their plane. They took their seats, with Brooke sitting next to the window. Haley took out a novel she brought with her to read.
Brooke took out her walkman, put in her Maroon 5 CD and pressed play.
The plane took off, and they were in the air. Brooke and Haley both were doing their own thing. Brooke was staring out her window watching them pass over cities. About a half hour into their flight, Brooke's batteries died. She searched desperately through her purse. Nothing - no batteries. She shoved her CD player back inside and sighed.
She turned to her right, and tapped Haley. Haley looked at her, and Brooke said, "Hey there."
"Hi." Haley went back to reading her book, and was tapped again by Brooke.
"Whatcha reading?"
Haley answered, "A Walk To Remember."
"Oh great movie," Brooke said, nodding approvingly. "How's the book?"
"It's good."
"So Haley..." she trailed off.
Haley placed her book mark in her book, and closed it. She went through her purse. "I have to have them somewhere," she mumbled to herself. "Aha!" Haley grinned victoriously. "Two double A batteries. Here you go," she said, giving them to Brooke.
Brooke informed Haley, "It takes three."
"Of course it does."
Haley opened her book up to the page she was reading, and continued to read.
"What's happening?" Brooke asked, referring to the book.
"That's it," Haley sighed, exasperated. She turned a bit in her seat to face Brooke. "I take it you want to talk."
Brooke nodded. "Brookie's bored."
"Ok scary. You're referring to yourself in third person. Even scarier...I'm your source of entertainment huh?"
She nodded again.
"Lucky me."
END PART 3