Author's Note: Hey, I'm back. I'm glad that you all like my story and think you for not flaming it. I'm actually surprised to find the you all like it because there isn't any other ones on here like this, so I was afraid you wouldn't like it. Anyways, I'm really glad you do, and I'll hurry up and get on with the story.

...WWHT...

Peyton watched in confusion as her best friend paced back and fourth in her bedroom. After the movie was over, Peyton had suggested that Brooke sleep over. After Brooke called to check on Haley, she agreed. Peyton found that more than a little weird, it was like she was calling to ask permission or something. She shrugged the feeling off and continued to watch Brooke pace.

Brooke was freaking out. When she called Haley's cell there was no answer so she called her house. Her sister Taylor had answered the phone and told her that Haley gave her strict instruction to tell her that she didn't want to talk to her. Brooke told Taylor to tell Haley that she was staying over at Peyton's if she wanted to talk. Taylor had promised to give her the message.

Brooke had decided at the movies that she was going to tell Peyton about them. Peyton deserved to know the truth and Haley deserved to be love at all times. She had been practicing what to say throughout the entire movie so she had no idea what had been going, but now that she was standing there and Peyton was staring at her, she forgot everything she had practiced. Not knowing what else to do, she continued to pace.

"Okay, Brooke," Peyton called, holding up her hands. "You seriously need to stop doing that. You're gonna ruin my carpet." Brooke immediately stood still and gave Peyton a sheepish smile.

"Sorry." She looked around the room for something to keep her busy. She walked over to Peyton's computer desk and looked at the pictures hanging on the wall. She smiled when she came to a picture of Haley and Peyton at the Rivercourt. She had taken it with Peyton's Polaroid camera the night of Open Mic Night at the Café when they had all went to play/watch the big basketball game. She saw the smile on Haley's face and gathered up all her courage before turning around to face the blonde sitting on her bed.

"What's got you so wigged?" Brooke sighed and walked closer to the bed. She slipped her hands into her pocket. Peyton watched her behavior in confusion as she took a deep breath.

"Peyton," Brooke began, her voice cracking a little. "I need to tell you something." Peyton heard the uncertainty in her voice and shifted on her bed, afraid that it was going to be something wrong.

"Brooke, you know you can tell me anything," she said reassuringly. That just made Brooke feel even worse. She flinched at her words, knowing that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. "What's up?"

"Okay, you're right," Brooke sighed, taking her hands out of her pockets. She held them together before turning around, not sure if she would be able to talk if she was looking at Peyton. "You're good friends with Haley, right?" She closed her eyes at the stupidity of her own question. Of course she was friends with her. Stupid. Peyton gave her a strange look.

"Uh, yeah," Peyton answered, a little thrown by the question. She had a feeling this had something to do with Haley. "Other than you, she's like my best friend. Why? What does Hales have to do with this?"

"Well, you see," Brooke began. She turned back around. "It's me, and her, and the way we... get along." Peyton raised an eyebrow at her.

"If you don't like her that's cool," she told her, unsure if that's what she was getting at. "I don't see how you couldn't, but whatever. You didn't have to hang with her today. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna force you two to hang out or anything."

"No, no," Brooke quickly stopped her. She was laughing on the inside at the irony. That really couldn't be further from the truth. "It's not that at all."

"Than what is it?" Peyton asked, getting really sick of playing twenty-one questions. "Did you two get in a fight or something? Is that why she ran out of the movie earlier?" She gave Brooke the once over and didn't find any sign of pain. "You seem fine...did you hurt her? I swear to God, Brooke, if you hurt her, I'll..." Brooke smiled at her protectiveness. It was good to know that she cared about Haley.

"Chillax, will ya?" she teased, amused at how fast Peyton went into panic mode. "I didn't hurt her, I would never hurt Haley." Peyton visibly relaxed at he news.

"Then what's going on?" Brook took a deep breath, feeling more confidant that Peyton would be okay with this. She walked back over to the computer desk and leaned on it.

"Okay," she said, to herself less than Peyton. "Well, about a month ago we, Haley and I, got locked in the Café."

"Back when the power went out?" Peyton questioned, trying to think of when this could have happened. "During that huge ass thunderstorm?" Brooke nodded.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied. She had to continue with the story before she lost her nerve. "Anyway, after an hour of trying to think of a way out of the mess, we got to talking." She smiled at he memory. "One thing lead to another and pretty soon we were screaming at each other." Here comes the hard part. She looked down at the ground. "I don't know how it happened, I swear to God, but the next thing I know I have Haley pinned against the counter and I'm kissing her like there's no tomorrow." She risked a glance at Peyton to grunge her reaction. Her face was of pure shock and Brooke didn't blame her.

"Whoa," Peyton breathed. Brooke stood up and moved closer to the blonde.

"I don't know what came over me," she explained. "It's was like all of a sudden I just had to have her against me. It was so weird." They had actually discussed this a few times and they still hadn't come up with an answer. Haley had told her that she felt it too.

"And Haley?" Peyton questioned. There was still no other emotion, but shock on her face. "What did she do?"

"At first she didn't do anything," Brooke retold. "But then she started kissing me back and..." A huge smile came to her face, as she got lost in the memory of their first kiss. Peyton waited for her to continue. "Oh my, God. That girl is... Heaven sent."

"Really?"

"God, her lips," Brooke sighed, thinking about them as she spoke. "They are like the softest thing in the world. They're amazing. You have no idea."

"No," Peyton replied. "I certainly do not." Brooke ignored her comment.

"Out of all the people I've kissed, and that's a lot," Brooke stated. "Hales is by far the greatest. She needs to like win a prize or something." She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "She does this thing with her tongue..." Peyton held up her hands in an effort to get her to stop.

"No," she called. "Please, stop. That is much more than I ever needed to know about Haley. Much more." Brooke stopped and gave her a worried look.

"You're freaked aren't you?" she asked in a worried tone. "You think I'm disgusting, I'm weird. You want me to leave, don't you?" She didn't give her a chance to respond. "I'll leave." She grabbed her jacket and moved to the door. It took Peyton a moment to register what she was doing before she jumped up and caught her arm.

"Brooke," she began. She tugged Brooke's arm and lead her back to her bed and sat her down. "I don't think you're disgusting and I certainly don't think you're weird." She smiled. "Well, I do, but that is strictly based on your choice in music." Brooke laughed.

"You aren't freaked?"

"Oh, I'm freaked," Peyton replied. Brooke's face fell. "But only in a surprised way, not in a grossed out way. As long as you never talk about what Haley does with her tongue than I think we're cool."

"Really?"

"Really." Peyton gave her a reassuring smile. "Brooke, you're my best friend. I don't care who you date, as long as it's not my boyfriend."

"Don't worry," Brooke laughed. "I won't touch Jake."

"You better not." They girls laughed and embraced. Brooke was so glad that Peyton was cool about them. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Now all she had to do was beg for Haley's forgiveness.

...WWHT...

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