Hey Everyone! I have a couple chapters written out on paper, but it's just a matter of re-writting them to my computer. I'm working on it though, so here are 2 chapters to get it started. Hopefully I'll have more out later in the week or early next week. Just a note, as you will soon find out, the first two months of Brooke being in New York are going to pretty much fly by. I'm just gonna set up some groundwork for some things, and they will all be explored much more later in the story. So just remember that when you realize that time zips by in these few chapters. I do have a reason for everything, and there is so much more to this story that will be taking place. There is a reason for the rush of everything...kind of like on the actual show. Anyone else notice how they like rush EVERY story line? Well, mine will be like that for a little, but it will slow down to a normal pace, I swear. Ok, enough rambling! On with the story!

(Yeah, yeah. I own nothing. Although Chad would be a nice thing to have!)

SATURDAY

After spending one last night together at Brooke's house, the duo was now preparing to leave to get Brooke to the airport.

"Ok. How is it that I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something? I don't really think that's possible." Brooke looked around the empty house. The movers had come the previous Thursday to move everything to New York.

"Babe, all your stuff is right here." Peyton patted Brooke's luggage at her feet. "Don't stress, there's no way in hell that you can forget anything. Everything is else is gone."

"Alright Goldilocks. We better go so I don't miss my flight."

"Would that be such a horrible thing?" Peyton smiled sadly

"Aw. Peyton." Brooke walked up to Peyton and kissed her. "Come on." Brooke picked up a suitcase and walked out the front door.

Peyton picked up the other bag and gave Brooke's house one last look. She sighed as she closed the door on something that had been so familiar to the both of them for so long.

"Final boarding call for Flight 547." Someone over the loud speaker announced

Brooke and Peyton tried to stay together as long as they could, so Brooke had waited till the very last moment to get on the plane.

"Alright Babe, I really have to leave now." Brooke said as she faced her girlfriend

"I know. It's just see you later right?" Peyton attempted to cheer them up

"Exactly."

"I really want to kiss you good-bye, but there are so many people ar-"

Peyton was interrupted by Brooke's lips crashing onto her own. After a moment Brooke pulled away and rested her forehead on Peyton's. "I love you Girlfriend. Just remember that." Brooke whispered

"I love you too Brooke." Peyton pulled back and tried to mask her tears

"Aw, Baby; don't cry." Brooke wiped away one of Peyton's tears with her thumb

Peyton inhaled deeply, and the two smiled at each other. Brooke walked over to hand over her ticket to the lady, and with one last look to Peyton, she was gone.

Joy. I get to fly on a huge ass plane to go to big fancy New York, and my parents don't even fly me there first class. Brooke thought as she tried to get situated before take-off. At least no one is sitting by me. She looked out the window and sighed

"Hey. How are ya?" A tall man stood over Brooke's row

"Umm…hi?" Brooke gave the man a confused smile

"I'm Hank." The man sat down and offered his hand. "I'm your seat-mate!"

Oh God. What the fuck is that horrid smell! "Oh, umm…germ-a-phobe." Brooke said as a lame excuse not to have to touch the smelly man. Ooh! I hate my parents!

"It's all good; I understand. So what's your story?" Hank waited for Brooke's answer with a smile

Damn this is gonna be a long flight.

NEW YORK

Brooke stepped off of the plane and couldn't think of a time she was more grateful for anything. She quickly walked away from the gate to get as far away from "Smelly Hank" as she could. She walked to baggage claim, and when she got there, there was a man standing with a sign that said "Brooklyn Davis".

"And they used my full name and everything." Brooke muttered to herself with a bitter laugh. She walked over to the chauffer and dropped her bags. "I'm Brooklyn." She said, using little air quotations when she said her name

"Welcome to New York Ms. Davis." He said as she picked up bags

"What? No little dance or welcome song?" Brooke rolled her eyes

"I'm sorry?" The man asked

"Sarcasm. Never mind." Brooke waved her hand in dismissal. And the nightmare begins.

Brooke opened the front door to her new "home" and walked in slowly. She stood there a few moments observing her surroundings.

"Mom? Dad? Anyone home?" Brooke called out as she walked further into the loft

"Brooke! You made it!" Brooke's mother Ellie came out of a room. She went to her daughter and gave her a small hug. "How was your flight?"

"It was ok except for the big smelly guy that I had to sit next to. Plus he talked the entire time."

"Ew.." Ellie made a face

"Whatever.I'm away from him now, and that's all that matters." She looked past her mother to look at the rest of the loft. "So where's my room?"

"First door on the left." Brooke began to walk away from Ellie and go to the room, but Ellie stopped her. "Brooke, wait." Brooke turned around to face her mother. "I just wanted to say that I am sorry."

Brooke was stunned. "For what?"

"For having to move you here. I personally didn't want to make you have to move away from everything there when you are about to be old enough to move right back, but your father wouldn't hear of it. He said that you had to come here. For what reason I'm not sure. I'm sorry about being so harsh back home when I told you about New York and you having to come, but that was the only way I could tell you without giving in to letting you stay. I know that me and your dad haven't always been fair to you, and we haven't always been there, but I am sorry."

"Thanks Mom. That means a lot." Brooke smiled at her mom, seeing her in a new light for the first time

"And Brooke, if there is anything that I can do to make this easier for you, I'm here." Ellie smiled as she walked past Brooke into the kitchen.

Wow. Who knew that Mom would actually turn out to be cool. I should have given her a chance a long time ago. No better time than now though huh Brookie? Brooke sighed and walked into her room

TREE HILL

Peyton jumped up from her spot on the couch to grab the ringing phone. She kept trying to watch a movie, but someone continued to call."Hello?" Peyton answered impatiently

"Whoa. Attitude much? Do you not believe in answering your phone anymore?" Haley asked on the other end

"Oh. Hey Hales. Sorry, I was trying to watch a movie. Besides, I never answer the house line anymore; that's why I have a cell. Speaking of, why didn't you just call that if you were so insistent on getting a hold of me?"

"Well, I would have, but your cell phone is sitting on my kitchen counter. You must have dropped it at the party last night or something."

"Oh wow. Thanks. I didn't even realize. That's probably why I haven't heard from Brooke yet."

"Most likely." Haley laughed. "There's another reason I'm calling though. Since Taylor is back, she wanted to have some people over to celebrate her homecoming or something. You wanna come over? It'll only be a few of us."

"Sure. Why not. I have to get my phone anyway."

"Awesome. Just come over whenever." Haley hung up the phone

Peyton placed the phone back in its cradle, and sighed. Brooke's only been gone for a day and I already miss her like crazy.