Disclaimer: No I do not own One Tree Hill, or any of its characters. If I did, things wouldn't be going the way they are, and it would look like this:


"Oh My God Peyton!" Brooke screamed into Peyton's ear. Peyton's ear stung and she pulled the phone away from her ear.

"What's wrong Brooke?" Peyton asked, concerned about her best friend.

"Everything's all wrong! I totally forgot, Peyt! We're moving TOMORROW!" Brooke sobbed into her phone. The thought hit Peyton like a train. SHE'S MOVING! SHE CAN'T MOVE! SHE CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! "I don't know what to do!" Brooke complained as she cried.

"Brooke! Don't worry I'm coming over!" Peyton said in a rush.

"Okay," Brooke replied in a broken voice. Peyton hung up her phone, grabbed her keys, and drove to Brooke's house. She was surprised to see boxes in the front yard. She dashed inside and ran up the stairs to Brooke's room. She found her lying on her bed with her knees up to her chest and a box of tissues by her side.

"Brooke..." was all Peyton could say. She didn't know what else to say to make everything OK. Brooke turned to face her. Black lines were running down her cheeks from her mascara and her crying. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy. Peyton sat down on Brooke's bed and wrapped her arms around her. Sadness engulfing both of them.

"I don't want to leave," Brooke said quietly like a small child. "This is my home."

"I know Brooke, I know."

"What am I going to do?" Brooke asked helplessly.

If only she could stay here. Peyton thought. Wait a minute! She can! She really can! She can stay with me!

"BROOKE!" Peyton yelled at her genius.

"What?" Brooke asked miserably.

"You can stay with me!" Peyton said triumpahntly.

"What?"

"I said, you can stay with me! I mean, my dad's never home anyways! And you could have the spare bedroom! It's not like anyone uses it. You can stay here in Tree Hill!" Peyton explained, overjoyed.

"Oh P. Sawyer!" Brooke laughed. "Are you sure?" Peyton nodded.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes!"

"Ok!" Brooke said, letting out her breath. "I'm going to go tell my parents that I'm staying here!" Brooke squealed and bounded down the steps. Peyton looked around and saw that none of Brooke's things had been packed up yet. She probably just denied that she was moving. Peyton heard yelling downstairs. Uh-oh. That doesn't sound too good. Peyton started to pack some of Brooke's things into boxes. Brooke came into her room.

Brooke sighed. "They didn't take to it too well. But they accepted the fact that I didn't want to, no, can't move to California with them. I need to stay here. But they promised that they would call me all of the time. And they'll even come to visit, and I can go visit them there." Brooke looked down to her fidgeting hands. A tear ran down her cheek. How can I leave my parents? Well, Brooke this shouldn't be hard for you. They were never here to begin with. Except this time you'll know where they are.

"Brooke? Are you ok? Because you know we'll love you no matter what you do," Peyton tried to comfort her.

"No," Brooke said determindly, "this is what I want. To stay here." Peyton nodded. They packed up all of Brooke's things and took them to Peyton's house.


Peyton opened the door to her guest room. "Well, this is it." Brooke looked around at her new room. It certainly isn't as big as my bedroom. I mean, old bedroom. But whatever, at least I get to stay here. Brooke took a deep breath, and flopped onto the bed. She propped herself up and gestered for Peyton to do the same. They looked up at the ceiling.

"So," Brooke said inquisitivly, "why isn't this Jake's room?"

"Well,...um...you know...with...Jenny. Yeah! Jenny! We, you know, wanted both of us to be there...?" Peyton quickly made up.

"Sure," Brooke agreed sarcasticly. Peyton feigned mock hurt. They burst out in giggles. The two unpacked all of Brooke's things and tried to get everything into some kind of order.

"So, have you told Luke that you're going to New York with him?" Peyton asked.

"Uh, no. Hey! You're coming too!"

"Why don't you call him and see when his flight's leaving for New York City? Then we can go get our tickets," Peyton suggested.

"Fine," Brooke said as she dialed Luke's number. "Hi Broody! It's me. What time is your flight to New York? 7:00? AM! Ok. See you. Bye." Brooke hung up. "He's leaving at seven in the morning!"

"Yea, I kinda figured," Peyton chuckled.

"That's nuts!"

"But if you don't want to waste a second in NYC, you better get the same tickets."

"WE! Fine, let's go get our tickets," Brooke said and dragged Peyton out of the house and into their car.


Brooke went inside and sat at the counter of Karen's Cafe. "Hey, you're...Tessa. Right?"

"Yeah," the girl replied. "And you're Brooke."

Brooke smiled, "The one and only! So how do you like it in Tree Hill?"

"It's Ok. I miss my friends."

"Haven't you made any here?"

"Not really," Tessa confessed. Brooke pitied the poor girl. Oh! Maybe she should come to New York with us! Then she can meet Hayley. I'm sure she'll like her. Oooh! We'll have so much fun!

"Tessa, have you ever been to New York City?"

"Of course! I go there all the time. Or well, used to. Before we moved here. I love it there."

"Would you like to go to New York with us?"

"Us?"

"Yea, me, Peyton, Jake, and Lucas. Nathan and Haley are up there already. I'm sure you'll love all of them!" Brooke said, excited to show off her new friend.

"Uh, well, sure!" Tessa said, excited to be let in on the fun.

"Ok, well you'll have to buy your own ticket. Is that ok?"

"Yea," Tessa scoffed. "There's enough to go around," she muttered. I bet they won't notice I'm gone unless Gemma tells them. They won't even worry if they ever do notice.

"Sounds good! I've got to go, but we're all catching the 7:00 plane tomorrow. We'll pick you up and drive you to the airport."

"Ok. Fine with me."

"Good," Brooke smiled, and started to walk out of the cafe. She spun around, and went back to Tessa. "Sorry, but I don't know where you live."

"Oh, of course!" Tessa said as she wrote down the address. "This is where I'll be, since we can't move into our new house yet."

"Cool. What house are you moving into?" Brooke asked, trying to remember who moved out of Tree Hill.

"Um, I think it's on Sunset Road? 120? I'm not sure." Brooke's head spun. That's my house! Correction, was.

"Ok. See you tomorrow then."

"See ya."


A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Tell me what you think, good or bad. (Reviews make me write faster! lol)