"Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures." – Han Suyin
Brooke awoke to the sound of music blasting outside of Peyton's window. She had accidentally fallen asleep waiting for Peyton. 'Loser rock, punk music.' Brooke sighed, annoyed. "Must be Peyton."
Quickly getting out of Peyton's unmade bed, Brooke flipped the light switch and sat at the edge of the bed, ready to question her best friend about her whereabouts.
She was busy looking at her nails, thinking that she desperately needed a manicure, when all of a sudden Peyton entered the room. Peyton, to say the least, looked horrible. And saying she looked horrible was the most generous compliment that Brooke could offer right now.
"Hi" a timid Haley said, weakly. Her voice sounded so drained. Not how he had once remembered it.
"Hey." Nathan replied, her voice lacking any real emotion.
"I know you told me not to come back…." Haley started, unsure of what to say next.
"Apparently, you didn't listen to me about that either." Nathan snapped, harshly.
"Nathan…." Haley said, while trying to control the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.
"And oh, btw," Nathan said while gesturing to close the door, "You were evicted from the apartment." With that, he proceeded to slam the door in Haley's grief-stricken face.
Lucas was sitting on his bed reading The Great Gatsby, or well trying to anyway. His mind was so consumed with thoughts of his shattered life, that he almost didn't hear the knock at the door.
Groaning, he closed his book, and walked over to open the door. He was shocked and surprisingly comforted to see his best friend standing before him.
Lucas could tell by the tears streaming down Haley's face that she had already seen Nathan.
Sighing, he pulled her into a hug. He then started to gently stroke her hair, when she began to sob uncontrollably.
