Author's Note: Hey, guys. I'm really sorry that it's been over a month since I've updated this, but I've been really busy with school. I had ISUs and exams and essays and everything to do. Anyway, I think I'm catching a break right now with that kind of stuff since the second semester is starting soon so I should have a few days off from school soon to update. I'm not exactly sure what's in store for our favorite couple for this chapter, but it should be good. Anyway, please enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you think.

...WWHT…

"Haley!" They heard Brooke calling and knocking on the door. She has been standing there for almost five minutes now, and she still hadn't gotten the point. Haley didn't want to talk to her, but she didn't seem to care at the moment. All Brooke cared about was what she wanted.

"She doesn't want to talk, Brooke," Peyton answered, sharing a look with Haley. She understood why Haley was upset, it was a stupid thing for Brooke to say, but she didn't think that Brooke meant it that way. Brooke doesn't normally think before she speaks and then things like this happen.

"I don't care," Brooke answered back before continuing with the banging. Peyton shrugged helplessly at Haley, telling her that she was sorry that she couldn't do anything. Haley nodded, knowing that the blonde wouldn't have been able to get the other cheerleader to do anything. Brooke hardly ever listened to anyone.

"Go away," she pleaded, wiping her tears and clearing her throat. She didn't think that her voice was going to sound that raspy. She was hoping that if Brooke heard the pleading in her voice, then she'd leave her alone.

"No, Hales," she answered. Haley rolled her eyes. Of course, if Brooke knew she was crying, that would only make her want to get into the room even more. "Besides, it's my room, can I please come in?"

"No." No one bothered to remind her that the door wasn't locked or blocked by anything, so there was really nothing stopping Brooke from coming in if she really wanted to. Brooke knew this as well, but she would never go in there if Haley really didn't want her to. Maybe if she was by herself and crying that would be a different story, but as long as Peyton was in there with her, she knew she was okay.

"Do you want me to go out and talk to her?" Peyton asked Haley quietly so Brooke wouldn't hear them. She didn't know that Brooke had her ear pressed to the door and was able to hear them.

"Sure," Haley answered, moving out of the blonde's arms so she could get up. She sat up on the bed and wiped her eyes again with the sleeve of her shirt. "Tell her that I don't want to talk to her right now."

"I got it!" Brooke yelled through the door in frustration. She didn't know what happened. One minute they were all having a nice meal, the next thing she knows her mother is insulting Haley. So of course, Brooke jumps in to defend her, but all of a sudden Haley excuses herself from the table and runs up to her room, Peyton hot on her heels.

"Brooke, shut up," Peyton warned, seeing the angry look on Haley's face. She ran a hand through Haley's ruffled hair before getting up and moving towards the door. She send a smile in the other girl's direction before opening the door. As soon as the door opened, Brooke tried to get in, but Peyton quickly blocked her way and shut it again.

"Pey, come on," she whined, stomping over to the other side of the hall so Haley wouldn't be able to hear their conversation. Though, she was almost positive that she would have her ear up again the door to listen just like she had. "I just want to go into my room and see my girlfriend."

"Well, it doesn't always matter what you want," Peyton told her, walking over to sit down beside her on the floor. "Sometimes, you have to listen to what Haley wants."

"I always listen to what she wants," Brooke defended. "I work my ass to make sure that she gets everything I can give her." Suddenly realize what that might sound like to Haley, she quickly continued. "I love being able to give her everything. All I want is for her to be happy."

"She ain't happy right now," the blonde pointed out in an obvious tone. Brooke rolled her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.

"Oh really?" she asked in a sarcastic voice. "Cause I thought she was in there dancing and singing and eating cotton candy on rainbows."

"Okay, at this point, you're abusing sarcasm," Peyton mumbled. Brooke glared at her through he corner of her eye. Peyton immediately shut up. "Look, you messed up, now you have to wait a bit until she's not so pissed. She's really hurt right now."

"But why?" Brooke asked, finally admitting that she had no idea what she had done to get Haley so upset. She knew it had to be something since the girl didn't usually freak out for no reason, she just wasn't sure what. "What did I do? Or say, did I say something?"

"You really don't know?" Peyton was surprised. Even she would have been upset about what Brooke implied when she was talking to her mother. She knew that Brooke didn't realize it when she said it, but she would have figured that she'd realized after the fact. Brooke shook her head.

"Please, tell me," Brooke begged. "I really don't have the slightest clue."

"Okay," Peyton began, taking a breath. She knew Brooke would feel liked crap after she informed her of her error. It was just in Brooke's nature. It didn't matter if she had meant to hurt Haley's feelings, they were hurt and she was to blame. "Let's review."

"This fish is really good, Mrs. Davis," Haley said after taking her first bite of the food. She wasn't really a big meat eater and Brooke knew that too, but she wasn't about to tell her mother that. She didn't think it would be a good idea to insult the host. Angela was seated at the end of the table with Mr. Davis at the head, minding his own business. Brooke, Haley and Peyton were seated on one side of the table, while Taylor and Karen were sitting across from them.

"Thank you, Haley," Angela answered politely, nervous under her daughter's warning glare. Brooke had been watching her all night to make sure that she didn't say anything rude or insulting to Haley. "I'll be sure to tell the cook that you liked it when I go back into the kitchen to check on the dessert."

"Dessert?" Brooke asked. From what her mother was saying, it sounded like she has prepared it herself. That would certainly be a first for Brooke; she didn't think she had ever seen her mother in front of the oven.

"Oh, yes," Angela said, swallowing some of her wine. She put her glass back on the table in front of her. "I had Jose teach me how to make a pie. It was really easy." She smiled at her daughter before turning to Karen, who was seated to her right. "Though, I suppose it's old hat to you, right? Owning a café and all."

"Yeah, I guess," Karen answered, surprised as the conversation had suddenly come her way. She placed her fork back on her plate and wiped her hands on the napkin that was spread out on her lap. "I don't usually make that much of the desserts, though."

"No?"

"No, that's more Haley's end of things," Karen informed her. Brooke's ears perked up at that information. She looked at Karen for confirmation before turning to Haley to look at her in surprise, a bright smile on her face.

"You make the desserts?" Brooke asked. Haley shrugged and glared slightly at the older woman. She wasn't supposed to tell people that. She didn't like people to know that she was a good cook. It was kind of a lot of pressure incase the customers didn't like it.

"Yeah."

"You know I love the cake there," Brooke exclaimed. "It's like my most favorite thing in the world. How come you never told me that it was your magic fingers doing the baking."

"I don't know," Haley mumbled. She hated when people complimented her. Well, most of the time. She did actually love it when Brooke said nice things to her. Just not when there was an audience, her mother being one of them. "It never came up."

"Yeah right, baby," Brooke laughed with a wave of her hand. She didn't realize the look of disgust that was crossing her mother's face at the pet name. Peyton and Taylor did though, but figured it was best to leave it alone. As long as she didn't say anything, they decided it would be fine. "I gush about that damned cake every time I go in there."

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Angela interrupted before they could start making out right in front of her. She couldn't believe she was able to stomach this at the dinner table. Brooke and Haley immediately stopped talking and turned to look at her. The rest of the table fell silent, waiting to hear their answer. Peyton, Karen and Taylor ready to put Angela in her place if she decided to say anything.

"It's been a month," Brooke answered, the warning clearly heard in her tone. She knew how her mother worked, and she could tell that this was just one of her little tricks she pulled.

"You've been hiding this little affair from me for a month?" her mother asked, finally letting the venom in her voice be heard. She was sick of hiding her true feelings towards this whole situation.

"It's not an affair," Brooke shoot back, deciding to ignore her mother's comment about lying to her. It's not like she had the chance to tell her what was going on in her life. Maybe if Angela made the effort to see her daughter more than once a month then she'd feel more up to speed. Not that she would have told her in the first place.

"Oh, really?" Angela asked with an attitude. "Then what do you call it?"

"A relationship," Brooke answered. Haley cursed herself for not having the courage to stand up for herself, but she was always taught it was right to respect your elders, especially when they weren't your own parents. "I understand that you may not be familiar with those things. It's where both people love each other. I love her and she loves me."

"Oh, please," Angela scoffed, rolling her eyes. If she had a nickel for every time she heard a teenager say they loved something, she'd be richer than she already was. She saw it everywhere. All of her friend's kids thought they were in love, but it turned out that they were just horny. "You don't know what love is."

"Why?" Brooke asked. "Because you never showed it to me?" Angela bit her tongue to stop herself from saying something. Brooke always had little snide comments to make about her parenting skills, or lack thereof. "You have no right to tell me who I love and don't love because you are incapable of that emotion."

"You watch your mouth, young lady," Angela warned, raising her finger at her daughter. She didn't know why, but it seemed that she and Brooke could never have these fights in private, it always had to be in front of a group. Her eyes scanned the guests and they all had their eyes clued to the table, too afraid to look up. Mr. Davis continued to eat his food as if there was nothing going on around him.

"Don't tell me what to do," Brooke shot back. She didn't want to do this in front of everyone, but she was just glad that she was finally going to get this over with. She hated having to worry about what stupid comment her mother might make. It was much better when her feelings were out in the open. "If I want to date Haley, then that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"I hope you know that you're just making a huge mistake." Brooke had to laugh because it almost sounded like Angela was putting this fight up because she cared for her well being, but Brooke knew that it was just because she didn't agree with her lifestyle.

"I really don't see how being in love with someone could be a mistake," Brooke answered, quietly taking a hold of Haley's hand underneath the table. Haley smiled on the inside at the gesture, but didn't let the rest of the table know about it.

"It's not love," Angela restated in a confident voice. "I understand that you think it's love, but I can tell you that it's not. All this is about, all anything is about at your age is sex."

"Not that it's any of your business," Brooke started without thinking. "But I haven't been getting any because Haley's not giving it up." Haley's eyebrows rose as she tried to suppress the hurt she felt from that comment. "And I don't see that happening any time soon." If she didn't know any better, she'd think that Brooke was actually bitter about the whole thing. Angela looked a bit surprised at this information. She didn't think there was still a teenager on the face of the planet that was still a virgin.

"Well," Angela said, clearing her throat. She didn't want Brooke to know that she has actually made a point with her argument. "I guess you should find a looser girl next time."

"I'll keep that in mind for my next girlfriend," Brooke retorted. Haley let out a sigh, dropped Brooke's hand and stood up from the table. She looked back and forth between the people and quickly excused herself from the table and rushed towards the staircase. Brooke watched her leave in confusion and started to get up.

"I think you've done enough," Peyton told her as she pushed her chair out and standing up before Brooke had a chance to. "I'll go check on her." With a quick glance at Karen and Taylor, she left the room and into the direction Haley went. A silence fell over the living room.

"Can someone please pass the salt?" Mr. Davis asked. Taylor and Karen almost jumped at the voice. They were starting to think that he was mute. Taylor quickly reached forward, grabbing the shaker and passing it to Mr. Davis. "Thanks, darling."

"Ouch," Brooke whispered, going over all the things that had happened just a few moments ago. She couldn't believe she had gotten so mad that she acted like that. Then again, her mother always got to her. There was just something about her, but she always lost it when they were together.

"Not your finest moment," Peyton agreed with a sympathetic smile. She knew Brooke didn't mean what she said; she was just trying to get to her mother. She looked at Brooke expectantly and then nodded towards the bedroom door. "Go talk to her."

"What do I say?"

"I'm sorry?"

"That sounds good." They shared a sad smile before Brooke got to her feet and shuffled them towards her door. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly.

"What?"

"Baby?" she called. "I'm so sorry about what I said." She stopped and waited to see if Haley would say anything. Nothing. She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. "Can I please come in and we can talk about this?" After a moment of silence, the door finally opened to reveal Haley with a tear stained face.

"It is your room," she answered in a light tone. She knew that she was overrating to the things that Brooke said, and deep down she knew what Brooke meant by them, but it still didn't make it hurt any less. Brooke smiled shyly at her, leaning forward for a soft kiss. When Haley didn't move away, she took that as a good sign and finished the journey, bringing their lips together.

"Let's go in and talk about it," Brooke suggested when they separated. Haley nodded, taking Brooke's hand and leading them back into the room. Brooke managed to send Peyton a happy smirk before closing the door behind.

"Man, I need someone," Peyton laughed. She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet. With one last glance at the door, she walked door the stairs to give the young couple some alone time.

...WWHT…

I know that wasn't the best, but that's what I've got right now. I wanted Brooke's mom to say something, but I wasn't sure what she should say, so I just did that. I hope it wasn't that bad. Please tell me what you think. Thank you.