Hmm, so this if my first attempt at a fanfic, ever. It is centered around a dream I had a while back after watching an episode of OTH. It's moreso based upon the scene from the season finale where Peyton and Brooke were in Peyton's bed. Kind of, anyway.
The night was calm and dull, and the house was still. Mr. Sawyer was of course, as usual, not home, leaving Peyton and Brooke home alone for the evening. By now, Peyton was used to it, and most of the time Brooke dropped by to spend the night anyway, so it wasn't like she was ever truly alone or as if she felt neglected. She could never feel neglected with Brooke around. Sure, the past few weeks had been sketchy between the two, but Peyton always knew that Brooke would come around and that in the long-run, their childhood motto "Hoe's Over Bro's" would prove to be as solid as ever.
"Okay, this is it," Brooke thought to herself. Peyton's head was laid close to the pillow Brooke used whenever she came to spend the night. For the past few sleep overs, everytime they would get prepared for bed, she'd contemplate whether or not to follow her heart and go for what she had been wanting for what seemed like an eternity, or to ignore the truth and keep pretending. Finally, she had gathered enough courage to make her confession. "What will she think?" she spoke quietly while staring over at the blonde already deep into her sleep. Again, she glanced over at Peyton, took a deep breath, and repeated the earlier line, "Okay, this is it." Brooke then leaned over and kissed Peyton on the lips as softly as she could. She was used to rough and meaningless make-out sessions, but this, this was different for her.
She'd never felt so alive inside in her life, and all because of her former best friend, or friend, or potential lover if things went the way she wanted them to; really, she just wasn't sure what they were anymore, and Lucas was to blame for that. She hated him for coming between herself and Peyton. She decided to stop thinking about Lucas and snap back to reality. She couldn't help but form a smile on her face after she felt her lips brush against Peyton's mouth. When she lifted her head just a second after ending the kiss, Peyton woke up disoriented.
With a disturbed look on her face, she freaked out, and did so to the point where she accidentally knocked herself and the gorgeous brunette off the bed and onto the cold, hard, wood, floorboards below. "Ouch, you could've really hurt me!" Brooke said, caressing her injured arm, not making any effort to move from her spot on top of Peyton where she had conveniently landed. Still half asleep, Peyton rubbed her eyes and looked up at Brooke who seemed to kind of like having the blonde in such an awkward position. After a few minutes, she managed to form a coherent sentence. "Brooke, what the hell were you doing?" she asked.
"I, I just thought that we've been spending all this time together and... I-I,I don't know, I'm confused!" she replied while stuttering. Brooke immediately looked away and felt ashamed of what she had done. Peyton noticed the pain on her face so she tried very carefully not to sound angry with her. "Look..." she started, "So am I. I mean, it's not every night I get a girl kissing me in my sleep you know." Brooke still could not manage to make eye contact with her blonde object of affection. Peyton had such intense eyes that she knew she'd end up just getting lost in them and want to kiss her again if she looked at her. "I'm so sorry," she apologized.
Brooke sighed and attempted to pull herself up from on top of Peyton and go to sleep. She couldn't face Peyton after her embarassing moment. Before she was entirely on her feet, she was startled by her friend's tone of voice. "NO! Brooke, wait!" Peyton said, sounding demanding and saddened all at the same time, as she pulled Brooke back down. "What for Peyton? This was a mistake. I should've never done that," she said as she released herself away from her grip. The blonde still insisted on pulling Brooke back down, so she reluctantly let herself fall. She hated to admit it, but whenever Peyton touched her, she felt frozen inside, as if she could stay that way forever. "Was it such a mistake?" Peyton asked. "Yeah," replied Brooke. Peyton smiled and laughed, and Brooke suddenly felt angry that her friend was laughing at her expense.
"What? Do you think it's funny? I put myself on the line here, and you're laughing at me?" she yelled. "I'm telling you, it was a mistake!" she said in attempt to justify her reasoning for kissing her. Peyton continued to laugh before gripping the back of Brooke's neck. "Oh really now?" she shot back. Brooke frowned and as she was about to say something back just to have the last word, Peyton kissed her. Brooke closed her eyes and tried to fight the butterflies in her stomach and focus on their lips meeting for the second time that night. When it was over, Peyton, with a pouty look on her face, asked, "Was that a mistake too, B. Davis?"
Brooke grinned, "P. Sawyer, I do believe it was not a mistake." The girls smiled at each other and stayed silent for a while. Neither of them complained about the lack of communication - they were content with where they were. After about 5 minutes, Peyton started shivering. "Hey, Brooke, can we get up from this floor now? I'm not wearing much...and it is kind of cold down here." She smiled sweetly and said, "Sure. Let's go to bed, it's already 4 in the morning." They arose from the floor and got under the covers. Brooke looked over at Peyton and couldn't grasp what had just happened, but she wasn't about to ruin the moment. Instead, she shifted under the covers to get comfortable. "Goodnight," she whispered. "Night," Peyton replied.
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Okay, I'm not sure whether or not to keep going. What do you all think? I have more written, but since I'm not exactly experienced in writing fanfics, I don't know if it's good or not.