Author's Note: Hey, all. I'm so sorry that it's been so long since the last update. I really didn't mean for it to be that long, but real life kind of got in the way and didn't have time to sit down and write anything. But no need to worry anymore, I'm here to ease all your troubled minds and give you an update. I'm not sure what's going to happen in this yet, but I promise that it will be interesting; at least I hope it will be. Enough talking, on with the new chapter.
...WWHT...
"Are you two ready yet?" Taylor yelled from the doorway of their house. Peyton had arrived about five minutes ago to drive the girls to the party. They said they would be down any minute now, but that was clearly a lie.
"Just another minute!" Haley called backed down to her. She let out a laugh at the pout on Brooke's face. Brooke was currently lying over top of her, leaning most of her weight on her forearms as she stare down at her girlfriend. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
"But I want to stay here," Broke mumbled, letting her arms go limp and flopping down on top of Haley. At the sudden weight on her, Haley let out a puff of breath. She had to laugh at Brooke's behavior. Brooke rolled over slightly so she was lying on Haley's side instead of on top of her. She wrapped her arm around Haley's waist and buried her face in the other girl's shoulder. "I like it here."
"I like it here too," Haley replied, happy that Brooke was being so loving. Even though she didn't always show it, Haley was constantly worrying about whether Brooke was still attracted to her. "But if we don't get our asses in gear, Taylor or Peyton is going to come in here and catch us."
"That's okay," Brooke mumbled, her reply slightly muffled by Haley's shirt. "I don't care what they think. I wanna stay in here with you." Haley chuckled at her and ran her fingers through Brooke's hair.
"As much as I'd love that too," she began, dropping a quick kiss on Brooke's head. "We promised Pey that we'd go to the party and she won't be happy if we backed out at the last minute."
"She can go with Taylor," Brooke answered. Yes, part of this was because she was dreading going to this party, afraid what people were going to say, but she really just wanted to stay in this room and make out with her girlfriend. "I'm sure she won't mind going to a party full of younger, desperate boys that would be willing to do anything to sleep with her."
"Oh, that's good," Haley commented, referring to Brooke's statement. "That should be your sales pitch when you suggest it to her. I don't see how she could possibly turn you down."
"Shut up," Brooke sighed, playfully hitting Haley in the stomach. Haley pretended to be hurt and pouted, rubbing her hand over the spot that Brooke had just hit.
"Ow," Haley cried over dramatically. "Your fists hurt like a fist, you know?" Brooke looked up at her like she had gone crazy and rolled her eyes, used to her girlfriend's strange antics. Haley smirked and stuck her tongue out.
"You better be careful," Brooke warned, leaning up on her elbow so she was over Haley's lounging form. "I might just take that as an invitation." Haley eyed her for a moment before letting a sexy smile spread over her lips.
"Who said it wasn't an invitation?" Brooke almost choked as she let out a laugh at Haley's words. She was sent into a couching fit for a few seconds before regaining her composure. When she was calm, she shook her head at the innocent look on Haley's face.
"You know, I've always thought you were Heaven sent," Brooke teased, leaning down and kissing Haley softly on the lips. She leaned back slightly, their faces only millimeters apart. "But you are definitely the Devil's child."
"That's what you love about me," Haley smiled up at her. Brooke growled at her before attacking the girl beneath her. She assaulted her neck with wet kisses as Haley's hands wandered on her back and into her hair.
"I should have known," Peyton interrupted from the door. The girl immediately jumped apart, leaving at least two feet between them on the bed. The blonde leaned on the doorframe as she observed her best friends. "You know, Tay said that you guys were making out, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt."
"You'll learn not to do that with us," Haley answered, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. "When we're not in the room, and we're somewhere together, you can almost guarantee that we're making out." Peyton smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. Haley looked from the blonde in the doorway to the brunette sitting on the bed with her. "Just, you know, for future reference."
"I'll remember that," Peyton replied, amusement laced in her voice. God, nothing made her feel better than watching her friends squirm. She knew they knew she was just kidding around, so she didn't have to worry about hurt feelings. "I'll remind myself never to walk into a room that you two were currently in alone."
"Hey, here's a crazy idea," Brooke cut in, glaring at Peyton, not happy that she cut off her smoothes. "Why don't you knock next time?" Peyton laughed at the suggestion.
"And miss these awkward moments?" Peyton held her hand to her chest in a dramatic manor. "Never." Brooke rolled her eyes and sighed. The girl was impossible to train. She had tried many times over the years, but it never stuck.
"Haha, you're a riot."
"I know," Peyton smiled, taking a bow and smiling at the girls. After a minute she let out a sigh. "Okay, just get your asses up and ready. I'm leaving in five minutes with or without you."
"We're ready," Brooke answered, grabbing Haley's hand and standing them up. Peyton looked them both over and smirked. "What?" Peyton's grin grew wider and she brought a hand to her lips, moving them around, indicating that something was wrong with the girl's lips.
"I'd check the lipstick," she suggested, pushing off the wooden frame and backing out into the hallway. "Five minutes." With that, she was gone. The girls stared at the spot their friend had just been standing in and tried to figure out what she meant.
"What's wrong with our lip..." Brooke began, turning to face her girlfriend. She stopped when she saw the smeared red marks on her face. She smiled warmly at her and reached up to wipe it off. "You're a little smeared."
"You're one to talk," Haley mumbled as Brooke continued to clean up her face. She found it weird that she liked it. When she was younger and her mother used to do this, clean her face off, she absolutely hated it, but when Brooke did it...she felt like the most special thing in the entire world.
"I can imagine." After getting cleaned up and reapplying their makeup, the looked each other over to make sure everything else was okay. Giving each other the thumps up, they linked hands. "Let's go. We wouldn't want to keep Princess Peyton waiting."
...WWHT...
Fifteen minutes later, Peyton's car pulled up to Brad's house. The place was already squirming with teenagers, who had the front lawn litter in beer cans and chip bags. They certainly weren't going for low key. They were just lucky that Brad's dad was one of the most important men in Tree Hill, so there was very little chance that the party was going to get busted.
"And they are allowed to do this?" Haley asked as she looked out the window at all the people, some of which were already drunk. She had never really gone to any of these parties, always thinking that it was a complete waste of time. The only high school party she had been to was the one at Nathan's beach house, and everyone knew how that ended, not well.
"When your daddy's the head of the city council you can do anything," Brooke answered from her position beside Haley in the backseat. Peyton sat alone in the front, since Taylor had opted out of joining them. Haley nodded, remembering whose party it was.
"Right," she mumbled, staring at all the people gathered around the house. "That makes sense, I guess." Brooke could tell that Haley was starting to question herself about going into the party, so she wrapped a supportive arm around her waist. Haley smiled at the gesture and turned around. "Thanks."
"You sure you wanna do this?" Brooke asked, eyeing the people herself. She didn't want to go, knowing it was a bad idea in the first place, but Haley wanted to go, so she came. "We can just go to a movie or something. Neither of us really did see Mean Girls, you know?" Haley laughed.
"Ah, it wasn't that great," Peyton added from the front seat. She turned the car off and twisted her body around so she was facing the lovebirds. "I mean, Tina Fey was jokes and that stupid girl, the one that looks like an even faker, more tanned version of Jennifer Love Hewitt was pretty funny too, but other than that..."
"Really not the point here, Pey," Brooke interrupted her. Peyton closed her mouth and smiled at them, embarrass at her outburst.
"Right, sorry."
"I'm ready," Haley decided, looking between the two girls. They both looked at her in surprised, they both figured she would back out. But they should have known better, Haley James never backed out of anything.
"You sure?"
"Yep," she answered, her voice clearly unsure. She took a deep breath and tried that once again. "Yes. I'm ready. Let's go." Without warning, she grabbed Brooke's hand, opened the door and pulled them out. Peyton quickly followed and joined them on the other side of the car.
"So, who's going to be the designated driver?" she asked, looking between the two girls. They looked at each other, then at Peyton. "Okay, since we can all agree that there's no way Brooke is staying sober, and since this is your first real party, Haley, you have to get loaded."
"Then I guess that's your answer," Brooke concluded, sending a smile Peyton's way. God, she loved the fact that no one ever trusted her to the designated driver. She would not be fun of she didn't get to drive. "But I promise not to go over board tonight. I wouldn't want to scare Haley away, now would I?" She leaned over and kissed Haley on the cheek.
"I've stayed this long, haven't I?" Haley replied, enjoy herself already. Then again, they hadn't even stepped on Brad's lawn. "I don't think you could drive me away now if you tried."
"Wait until you see her drunk," Peyton told her as the trio started walking towards the house. Haley and Brooke were holding hands and there were a few people that were staring at them, but not everyone. "She's quite the girl."
"I know." Haley remembered back to the night at Nathan's house and the note that Brooke found. Not to mention the drama the ensued afterwards. To be honest, she wasn't that upset about it in the first place. She had been questioning whether she really had feelings for Nathan or not, and figured that was her way out. "I remember."
"They usually aren't my finest moments," Brooke agreed as they entered the house. The music immediately overwhelmed them and Peyton rolled her eyes. She hated the music they played at these things. But then again, it's kind of hard to dance to the kind of music she liked. If listening to that whore Christina for a couple hours meant she could grind up against her boyfriend, she could take it.
"Oh, Yay!" Peyton cheered with fake enthusiasm. The God-awful music of Avril Lavigne pumped through the stereo. "It's my absolute favoritest song ever." She rolled her eyes. "I need a drink. You guys want?"
"Yeah, just get me one of whatever you're having," Brooke answered, looking around for any signs of Theresa or any other sluts from the squad. So far, she couldn't find any of them.
"Kay," Peyton nodded. "Hales?"
"Not right now." Peyton shrugged and left, pushing her way through the crowd in search of the kitchen. The minute Peyton was out of view, Brooke felt a tap on her should. They turned around to come face to face with Theresa, Bevin and two other members of their ho-posse.
"Didn't think you'd show your face here," Theresa commented, smirking at Brooke and giving Haley a dirty look. Brooke shook her head and narrowed her eyes at the girls in front of her. She squeezed Haley's hand, assuring her that everything would be okay.
"What do you want, Theresa?"
"I just wanted to ask you a question," she replied. Brooke did not like the look that cam across her face. "You're gay, I get that, and I'm even okay with it." Brooke looked at her in surprise. "But you're the almighty Brooke Davis, the most beautiful girl in Tree Hill. You could any girl you want, what I don't understand is why you're with this scrub. She's like so beneath you."
"I suggest that you take about ten feet back and leave before I rip out your stringy, dry hair and choke you to death with it." Brooke was fuming. How dare she say that? Who the hell did she think she is? Nobody talked about Haley like that.
"Whatever," Theresa responded, sending Haley one more disgusted look, before turning around. The other three girls followed behind her. "Just think about it. I'm sure everyone else is." When they were gone, Brooke turned to face Haley.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Brooke told her, taking her face between her hands. She knew that what Theresa had said was one of the things Haley was afraid of. "You know that's not true, right? Theresa's just being a total bitch." Before Haley had a change to answer, Peyton was beside Brooke, two cup full of alcohol goodness in hand.
"What's going on?" she asked, noticing the pained look on Haley's face and the concerned/pissed off one on Brooke's. "What happened? Hales, you okay?" Wanting to forget everything that just happened, Haley reached passed Brooke and grabbed one of the cups out of Peyton's hand. She downed it in two gulps. Peyton and Brooke watched her in shock. "Go, Hales!"
"Better now," Haley answered, looking in the cup to see if there was any liquid left in it. Finding none in there, she frowned. "I'm gonna go get some more of this stuff. It's pretty good." Not waiting for Brooke to reply, she walked away in the direction Peyton had just come from.
"Looks like you got some competition there," Peyton said, laughing at the image of Haley stumping through the crowd. She didn't know she had it in her. Brooke watched Haley's retreating form with a sad face.
"Yeah." She knew that what Theresa said had hurt Haley a lot. She just hoped that Haley didn't go and do something stupid.
...WWHT...
All done. I hope you liked. Please tell me what you think and I'll update sooner. Bye.