A/N: Ok, so... I got enough feedback to inspire me to write chapter 2.
Pairing: Still Brooke/Peyton.
'The morning always comes too soon whenever I'm lying awake with you right next to me, sound asleep and oh so beautiful.' Peyton thought to herself.
She sat in silence with her sketchbook on her lap. She occasionally glanced over at Brooke who was still knocked out, but she'd feel guilty and turn away. She felt like she were a mother reading her teenage daughter's diary...so intrusive. How could she resist wanting to watch over her though? Everyone knew it, Brooke was beautiful. She had been up since as soon as the sun poked through her window, roughly 2 hours ago, and Brooke had not managed to wake up yet. Typical Brooke, a late riser, mostly because by the time she would pass out, she was usually drunk off her ass and it was passed 3 in the morning.
"9AM..." she read off the alarm clock. She continued to draw as she reached over Brooke to open the top of the CD player on her nightstand. "Ah, Reach The Sky," she said, reading the CD's label. She closed the top, grabbed the remote, and hit play. Without making too much noise, she quietly began to sing along to one of her favorite songs. "One more word could shatter it all, a moment we might not hold again. Could there be a more perfect moment than what's in front of you and me?" She inhaled deeply and began to bite her lip as she repeated the words. They reminded her of last night and all that had happened between the two.
While Peyton got lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that Brooke had woken up and had been listening to her sing along. Brooke knew that song too. Peyton would always put it on every now and then, but she had never paid attention to the lyrics until just then. She sang in a low voice, "Still, I'm not sure that you saw all of me but inside it's all I have to offer, and that's everything. All I have to give, every piece of my life is yours to keep..." Brooke then rolled over to face Peyton and yawned. Peyton picked up the remote laying beside her and hit pause. She looked over at Brooke who was now in the process of stretching.
"Hey girlfriend, whatcha drawing?" asked Brooke whilst flashing her a confused look intertwined with a contented smile. "You," answered Peyton without looking her way. Brooke stretched one last time and attempted to sit up. "Really?" she squealed, "Can I see? Please, please, pretty please, with a strawberry on top?" Peyton placed the sketchbook face down on Brooke's lap, "Isn't it cherry?" she commented. "Yeah, but I like strawberries better. Besides, they're both fruit, and they're both red. Anyway, can I flip it over now?" The blonde nodded and told her to go for it while she aimed the remote in the direction of the stereo and hit play again. Brooke then proceeded to turn it over and felt sick once her eyes met the shocking image in front of her. "What the hell is that?" she asked as her voice cracked.
Peyton took the sketchbook back and dropped it on the floor, "Brooke, don't play dumb alright? You remember what happened last night." Brooke then hugged her knees and started to feel herself panic on the inside. "I didn't really do that, did I?" she thought to herself. She couldn't concentrate with the stereo echoing words she was feeling. "These mistakes are as much a part of me as the promises that I make." She struggled to get the words out, but finally, she answered back, "Peyton, I'm so sorry..." She tried hard to fight the tears beginning to form in her eyes, and she promised herself whatever happened next, she wouldn't break down in front of her. If anything, she hated for Peyton to see her so vulnerable.
Brooke got up from the bed and attempted to leave, but that all too familiar grip on her arm prevented her from doing so. Again, the stereo echoed her sentiments: "Don't touch me when I'm leaving, I don't want to know what I left behind..." She turned back around to face Peyton and when the blonde released her arm, she began to cry. On the inside, she felt like screaming for being weak. Brooke Davis could not be seen in a fragile state of mind - she had a reputation to uphold, dammit! There she was though, melting away in her eyes...willing to do anything for Peyton, but not saying a word. Since they knew eachother so well, they both figured that it would remain that way for a while. After all, like the lyrics filling the room, "One more word could shatter it all," and neither of them wanted to shatter the glass house they had just enclosed themselves in.
Chapter 3, coming soon!!
Lyrics from Reach The Sky's "Sunday Morning Awake"