Chapter 4 "The talk"

"Well I just spoke to Lucas." Brooke said while flopping on Peytons bed. Peyton looked away from her drawing pad and watched Brooke waiting for her to speak.

"Well aren't you going to ask what happened?" Brooke said impatiently waiting for her friend to show interest in what she was saying. But Peyton mind was thinking about other things, how innocent Brooke looked on her bed, how nice it would be if they were together. Peyton thoughts were interrupted by Brooke who punch her shoulder softly.

"What was that for?" Peyton said rubbing her shoulder. Brooke stood up and started pacing back and forth across Peytons room while ignoring Peytons question.

"I'm confused Peyton, I think I still might be interested in Lucas...or maybe I'm just lonely. I need some lovin...I haven't had you know what in a while..."

"Um...Brooke, It's okay really. You're freaking out. I get that but Lucas? Are you kidding me.?" Peyton said it as though It was so ridiculous it sort of offended Brooke.

"Well excuse me, The thought of him didn't seem so funny a few months ago, did it Peyt?" Brooke said defending herself.. Peyton looked away a bit hurt. Brooke facial expression changed, and felt she instantly shouldn't have said that. She walked over and put her arm around Peyton.

"I'm sorry Brooke... about before, about now. I want you to be happy, even if it's with Lucas. We talked about this. I just think you deserve... someone who'll love you and only you because it'll be all that matters... you know?" Brooke turned away and released her grip around Peytons shoulder.

"that kind of Love doesn't exist. You know that..." Silence seeped through the room..

"yeah... you're right" Peyton said finally turning her attention back to her drawing. "So why are you here Brooke?"

"To see you, to complain about Lucas. To complain about life, and then maybe take out my bestest friend and go get drunk, you know the usual" Peyton didn't look up from her drawing, she wanted to hide her excitement. She loved going out with Brooke, she loved it and she wanted to know more than anything if Brooke looked forward to their nights as much as she did. She decided at last to ask.

"Seriously? You know where that always leaves us at the end of the night" Peyton said nonchalantly keeping her focus on Brooke expression. Strangely she made none...at-least not one that Peyton could read as a sign.

"Yeah" As if she just thought of something that's been bugging her she began to speak again. "Do you ever think it's weird?"

"What" Although knowing exactly what Brooke was talking about she still had to ask.

"Making out, you know us. At first I didn't think it was weird because we were totally wasted but now it's like we aren't so wasted but it has become such a routine. I don' know why I'm bringing it up, I guess I like kissing you but I don't want you to like feel obligated to tend to poor brookes bad habits. Am I over reacting blondie?" Peyton sat speechless, everything she wanted to say she couldn't and everything that was mixing inside of her was to much to handle, she had to say something... it was the perfect time.

"Um...yeah you're overreacting... I like kissing you too. It doesn't have to weird." Peyton couldn't keep eye contact with Brooke while saying this... she went back to her drawing and pretending to be shading in the corners.

"Well good, lets go...I want a early start. My hormones are going crazy I'm definitely hooking up tonight... I already have a guy in mind" Brooke gave a cute smirk and picked up Peytons jacket and through it at her and once again said "lets go". As if punched in the stomach Peyton slowly got up whispering to herself "why didn't I tell her" she let out a disappointing sigh and began putting her jacket on.

A/N- I noticed I hadn't updated in a while... if this chapter seems out of place sry, but I decided to return to this story and kinda forgot my original direction for it... but I definitely want to continue. I love Booke/Peyton slash