Author's Note: Hello. Glad to know you like my story. I really didn't think anyone world, but thank you for reviewing. It makes me feel good to know that I'm not just writing to myself. I'll try to update more often, what with it being summer and all, so there should be updates coming from everywhere. Anyway, I guess I'm done now.

...WWHT...

Haley sat on her bed, holding her favourite teddy bear to her chest. She knew that she must look really funny, being a teenager holding onto a stuffed bear for dear life, but she really didn't care at the moment. This bear, Mr. Waffles was his very original name, had been given to her when she was born. Her oldest sister had given it to her; it was sort of a peace offering for the many fights they were going to have in the future, that's what she had said, even though she was only four at the time.

She held Mr. Waffles even tighter as she thought about what had happened at the movie. Suddenly what she was doing seemed fitting, since she had been a complete baby at the movie. She shouldn't have just run out of there like that, she definitely over reacted to Brooke's behavior. Brooke was just scared to tell Peyton, she should have understood that. It's not like she's gone running into Luke's room screaming; "I'm gay, I'm gay!". She was being a complete hypercritic about he whole thing. Before she could give it much thought, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called out lamely, already knowing who it was. Her parents were gone for the rest of the week and her sister Taylor was the only one that still lived there. Taylor stuck her head in the door.

"Don't you know you should never say that?" she joked, sensing that her little sister was in a bad mood. "I could have been a vampire or something."

"Yeah, so?" Haley asked, never getting the insane Buffy references that Taylor always used. She never watched the show, but her sister was absolutely obsessed. "They have good manors or something?"

"No, my pop culture illiterate baby sister," Taylor teased, stepping fully into the room, closing the door behind her. "They need invitations to enter a house."

"Okay," Haley replied. "Then they would already be in the house, there for not needing an invitation into my room." Taylor shook her head; Haley always had to be difficult when she was in a bad mood.

"The point is; never say that," Taylor said, finishing their argument. She moved further into the room and began to look around. "So what's wrong?" Haley watched her as she explored.

"What makes you think there's anything wrong?" Taylor glanced at her, before looking back at the pictures on Haley's mirror.

"Well," she began. "First, it's not like you're being Shaft-like about it." She laid down the picture she had pulled off the mirror to examine and moved to the next one. "And second, you're holding Mr. Waffles. You only bring that thing out when you're upset about something." She moved away from the mirror, a picture in hand that Haley couldn't see and moved over to the bed. "So spill."

"Why are you here?" Haley asked, not trying to be rude, but genuinely curious. She couldn't remember the last time Taylor had taken the time to talk to her. Taylor shrugged as she lounged on the bed.

"I figured we should have a sister to sister talk," she answered, trying to sound casual. The truth was she was really worried about Haley. She hadn't seen Luke around the house in ages and she wondered where Nathan had gone off to. She was so happy when Haley started dated him, she was hoping he would bring her out of her shell, get her out and into the world more.

"We never have those."

"I thought it was time," she answered. She sighed and figured that her method wasn't working so she could right to the point. She sat up and sat Indian style so she was facing Haley. "Look, I know you really don't want to talk to me about this. I can remember all the times Viv tried to get me to talk about my problems with her, but I think I am pretty cool, big sister wise and I was hoping I could help you out."

"There's nothing to help with," Haley answered, definitely. She really didn't think revealing her true sexual preference to her older sister would help her any. The only person that could make her feel better right now was Brooke. Seeing that it wasn't going to work, Taylor decided on a different tactic.

"I thought you were going to the movies tonight?" she asked, thinking that something must have happened at the movie. "With that cheerleader with the funny name."

"Peyton," Haley informed her. Taylor nodded her head.

"Right, Peyton," she nodded. "She's the blonde that draws those freaky pictures for THUD right?" Haley nodded, feeling bad that her sister didn't understand her friend.

"They aren't freaky," Haley corrected her. "They're just different."

"Whatever you call them," Taylor sighed. She hated it when she got sidetracked. "Why didn't you go to the movies?" Haley sighed, knowing her sister wouldn't leave until she got some sort of an answer.

"I went, I sat, I left."

"Why did you leave?"

"Look," Haley said, getting really annoyed at Taylor 's questions. "I said I didn't want to talk about it."

"No," Taylor corrected. "You said there was nothing to talk about, which was obviously a lie." She hit Haley on the foot. "Come on, Hay. Tell me what happened."

"I did something stupid, okay?" She threw Mr. Waffles onto her bed in frustration. "I would really like it if you would just leave me to wallow in my self pity."

"Even thought that is the number one rule on Loreali Gilmore's list to get over a boy," she began. "I have to go with talking to your big sister about it. Who's the guy you made a fool of yourself in front of?"

"There's no guy," she answered truthfully. She took a deep breath and looked her sister in the eye. "Seriously, Tay. Could you just let me be?"

"Fine," she said. She stood and threw the picture she had taken off the mirror onto the bed, beside Haley's feet. "But if you don't want mom and dad to find out, I'd suggest you put that picture away." Haley looked at her strangely before picking up the picture by her feet. It was a picture of her and Brooke at the beach. Brooke had her arms wrapped around Haley's waist from behind and her chin was resting on Haley shoulder, both had huge grins plaster on their faces.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, Hay," Taylor told her. "I'm the blonde, remember?" She shook her head, not believing that her sister didn't trust her with this. "You two look really cute together." She walked to the door before remembering what she had originally come up there for. "Oh, Brooke called. She told me to tell you that she was staying at Freaky Blonde's house if you wanted to talk."

"Thanks," Haley said quietly. She felt bad that Taylor had to find out this way. She wanted to be the one to tell her, not like this. It made it look like they really did have something to hide. She looked up to find that Taylor still hadn't left her room, but she was pretty close. "Wait!" she called. Taylor froze, but didn't turn around. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, Haley?" she asked, turning around. Haley grimaced when she saw the hurt look on Taylor's face. Haley picked Mr. Waffles back up again.

"For not telling you about me and Brooke sooner," she said. Taylor didn't know what to do. She was hurt that she was kept in the dark, but she knew that Haley didn't mean to hurt her. It couldn't have been an easy thing to do, telling someone that loves you that you're gay. "I didn't mean to keep it a secret, I swear. I was just so scared to tell anyone." Taylor shook her head and walked back over to the bed. She sat down and moved closer to Haley.

"You can tell me anything, Hay," Taylor told her. "You're my baby sister and I will always love you." She brought her into a hug. "Whether you like girls or boys." Haley laughed and pulled out of the embrace.

"Don't say it like that," she asked. "You make it sound like I'm a big lesbo."

"Well, aren't you?" she asked. She picked up the picture and looked at it again. "I mean this Brooke looks very womanly and I used to change your diapers, so I know you're womanly..."

"It's not like I have sudden urges to jump other woman," Haley explained. "Just Brooke." Taylor laughed at the glazed over look that came to Haley's eyes. Haley caught her looking at her. "Not that I have. Jumped her, I mean."

"Good to know," Taylor commented. "Well, whatever you categorize yourself, I will always love you, is my point."

"I got that."

"Good." Taylor remembered what they had been talking about before. "Now can you tell me why you left the movies early? Did Brooke hurt you? Cause I swear I'll beat her up for you. Nobody hurt's my baby sis..."

"It's not that," Haley interrupted. Taylor seemed to visible relax.

"But it does have to do with Brooke?" Haley nodded. "Look, I don't know what happened and it seems like you aren't going to tell me, but I'll give you the secret to making up with someone."

"An what's that?" Haley asked, actually interesting in what her sister was going to say. Taylor looked at he nightstand beside the bed, where the phone lay.

"Call her." After she was sure that Haley was going to take her advice she stood, kissed Haley on the forehead and made her way to the door. She stopped half way through and turned around. "Invite her and Freaky Blonde over for dinner tomorrow night. I want to meet this girl."

"I'll ask," Haley promised. Taylor smiled and walked the rest of the way out the door, closing it behind her. Haley waiting a moment before reaching for the phone. She took a deep breath and punched in the numbers to Peyton's house.

...WWHT...

Hope you liked it. Also, I was wondering if any of you knew any good fics with lots for Brooke/Haley stuff in it? I know there isn't any slash one, but friendship will do. Anyway, please review. Thanks. Bye.