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"Remind me again, why you had to open your big mouth?"
After everybody had been acquainted at the Rivercourt, Brooke had insisted that Lacy join in on the shopping fun. Of course since Haley had no idea what was going on, she had immediately agreed and now here they were. Peyton didn't know what to think of the girl. She seemed nice, maybe a little bit of an airhead, but she thought it was probably just an act, like Brooke did sometimes. She wasn't thinking too highly of her at the moment, since she had seen Haley and Nathan together and didn't mention anything to Haley about it. Then again, Peyton couldn't hold that against her since she had yet to tell Haley what a jackass her boyfriend was.
"I was just playing nice, Pey," Brooke answered, looking to make sure that Lacy wasn't in hear range. She looked over to find that she was over with Haley picking out a new skirt.
"You're never nice to anyone else," Peyton pointed out with a pout. "Why did you have to pick now of all times to be nice?"
"Well, Tim is my friend," Brooke began, pushing through the rack of clothes she was looking at. "Despite what I tell people at school, and he really seems to like her."
"Tim is Tim," Peyton said. "She likes anything with boobs. If we had to play nice with every girl he likes then you would actually have to be nice to your mom."
"Come on, Pey. Was that completely necessary?" Peyton gave her an innocent smile before flipping through the rack as well. "Did you really need to bring up that incident? I thought we all agreed never to mention that again."
"Hey," Peyton began, holding her head up. "I'm just trying to make a point. If I have to use the time Tim made out with your mom, then so be it." Brooke let out a squeak and covered her ears.
"That is a really scary visual place that I didn't need to go to," Brooke complained. When she saw that Peyton wasn't going to continue she dropped her hands and moved to the next rack, the blonde following her.
"Sorry," Peyton mumbled with a laugh. Brooke knew she didn't mean it. They all loved to tease her about that. "I just don't see why you had to invite her?"
"What's the big deal, anyway?" Brooke questioned, not looking up from the red tank top she was looking at. "You don't like Lacy or something?" She held the shirt up to get a better look. She saw flowers on the front, made a disgusted face and threw it back on the display counter.
"It's not that I don't like her," Peyton began, following Brooke over to the sunglass counter. "I don't know her well enough to not like her, but there's just something about her."
"You don't have a crush on Tim, do you?" Brooke asked, looking at her through the pink lenses of the sunglasses she was trying on. "What do you think?"
"Good, if we were in the 70's."
"So, that's a no?"
"A big one." Brooke sighed and took them off, placing them back in their spot before pulling another pair out. "It's not that I have a problem with her being with Tim. I'm happy that he has someone now."
"They just meet last night," Brooke reminded her. "Don't start getting her bridal magazines or anything." She looked in the mirror, mad a disgusted face and put the glasses back. "I'd save those for Haley."
"What?" Peyton asked, thrown by the comment. "Haley and bridal magazines?" A sudden feeling of panic washed through Peyton's skinny body.
"Oh, please," Brooke laughed. "Have you seen the way Nathan looks at her? He's so in love he doesn't know what to do with himself." Brooke wasn't sure what to make of the strange look that came across Peyton's face.
"Yeah," Peyton mumbled. She looked over to where Haley was holding up a shirt for Lacy to see. They both burst out laughing at the funny shirt before moving on.
"What's wrong with you today?" Brooke questioned, catching the pained look in her friend's eyes. "You've been somewhere else since we woke up." Peyton quickly tore her eyes away from Haley and faced Brooke, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"It's nothing," she said. She saw that Brooke didn't quiet believe it so she let out a laugh and bumped her hip into Brooke's. "Seriously, I'm fine. I was just thinking about that problem we talked about last night."
"Oh, yeah," Brooke nodded, finding the perfect glasses and keeping them on her face. "Have you decided what you're going to do about that yet?" Peyton let out a sigh and shook her head regretfully.
"Not yet," Peyton answered. Brooke smiled, hoping to reassure her that everything would be okay. "If you were the friend, would you want me to tell you."
"Oh, God, it is me," Brooke cried, as she removed the glasses. Peyton tried to tell her she was wrong, but Brooke didn't give her the chance. "What do you know? Is Luke cheating on me? Is my mom sleeping with Tim? Cause between the two I think I'd rather have the first one. Oh, God, they're gonna get married! My life is over."
"Brooke, keep it down," Peyton laughed, amused at Brooke little outburst. Almost everyone in the store was looking at them now, trying to figure out why they let a crazy person into such a nice place. Haley and Lacy had heard the outburst and made their way over.
"Did she just say that Tim was sleeping with her mother?" Lacy asked, looking at Brooke who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the store. "Cause I wouldn't want to interfere in anybody's relationship."
"I bet you wouldn't," Peyton snapped at her. Haley and Lacy both looked at her, surprised by her sudden attitude change. She glared at Lacy before turning to Haley. "Would you talk to her? You're the only person she ever listens to."
"Sure," Haley answered, handing her bags over to Lacy. "What did you say to her?"
"Just tell her that my problem has nothing to do with her or Tim or her mother," she answered before walking out of the store. Before Haley could say anything, Lacy interrupted.
"I'll go see what's up with her," she said, pointing to where Peyton had ran off. Haley nodded and Lacy left. Haley looked at all the people staring at her and looked down at Brooke rocking back and forth on the floor. She slowly knelt down in front of her.
"Brooke?" she asked, laying a hand on her shoulder. When Brooke realized it was Haley, she flew into her arm, knocking them both over. This time Brooke was on top. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Tim's going to be my new step daddy," she cried. Haley burst out laughing at the seriousness in Brooke's voice. Brooke just cried harder as she saw the people staring at them.
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"Peyton," Lacy called out, trying to catch up with the blonde. "Come on, wait up."
"Just stay away from me," Peyton told her, without turning around or slowing down. Lacy finally decided that if she wanted to get to her, she would have to run. She reached her and grabbed her arm.
"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Lacy questioned, when Peyton didn't say anything. Peyton almost lost it. She wanted to scream at her and yell until she couldn't talk anymore, but there were too many people around.
"Yeah," Peyton spit out through gritted teeth. She ripped her arm out of Lacy's grip. "Believe it or not, I have a big problem with whore's who sleep with my best friend's boyfriend."
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop with the dumb act already," Peyton snapped at her. Lacy took a step back, afraid that Peyton might actually hit her. "I saw you two last night at the club. I saw you come back in right after you screwed him."
"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," Lacy admitted, knowing the excuse was lame even to her. "If I had known than I never would have..."
"Gotten caught?" Peyton filled in for her. Lacy looked down at her feet. "I didn't see you falling all over yourself to tell her this morning. In fact, if I remember correctly you insisted at being attached at her hip." Lacy looked around and noticed that some people were starting to look at them.
"Come here," she said, grabbing Peyton's arm and leading her over to a bench.
"I'm not a dog," Peyton snapped, ripping her arm out again. "I can walk myself."
"Sorry." They both sat down on at opposite ends of the bench. "You're right, I didn't say anything to Haley, and I don't plan on it. It's really not my place." Peyton rolled her eyes and played with the hem of her shirt, knowing what was coming next. "And you know what, I don't see you telling Haley either, and your supposed to be her best friend."
"I know that," Peyton muttered. "I just see how happy he makes her and I can't bring myself to hurt her. I've seen the look on her face when she's hurt, multiply it by like a million and that's what she's look like if I told her." She looked up at Lacy. "I just can't do that to her."
"I understand," Lacy said, moving closer. "I wouldn't want to do that to my best friend either."
"But I have to anyway, right?"
"You don't have to do anything." Lacy looked back at the store they had come out of to make sure that Haley was still preoccupied by Brooke. "Look, Haley seems like a really cool person and the last thing I want to be is the other woman."
"I know," Peyton answered. "If I do end up telling her, I won't tell her it was you."
"Thanks," Lacy said. "Besides, I really like Tim and I don't want him to get hurt either." Peyton nodded. "So, do you think we should go rescue Haley from the hysterical Brooke?"
"Yeah," Peyton decided, standing up. "Let's go." They made their way back to the store, pushing through the crowd that had gathered, to find Brooke lying on top of Haley. Brooke was crying while Haley was laughing. Lacy looked over at the counter to find the cahier starting to call security.
"You better get them up before security comes," Lacy suggested. Just as Peyton was about to step forward, two mall cops came running in.
"Too late." They both started laughing at the scene in front of them.
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"Remind me again, why you had to open your big mouth?"
After everybody had been acquainted at the Rivercourt, Brooke had insisted that Lacy join in on the shopping fun. Of course since Haley had no idea what was going on, she had immediately agreed and now here they were. Peyton didn't know what to think of the girl. She seemed nice, maybe a little bit of an airhead, but she thought it was probably just an act, like Brooke did sometimes. She wasn't thinking too highly of her at the moment, since she had seen Haley and Nathan together and didn't mention anything to Haley about it. Then again, Peyton couldn't hold that against her since she had yet to tell Haley what a jackass her boyfriend was.
"I was just playing nice, Pey," Brooke answered, looking to make sure that Lacy wasn't in hear range. She looked over to find that she was over with Haley picking out a new skirt.
"You're never nice to anyone else," Peyton pointed out with a pout. "Why did you have to pick now of all times to be nice?"
"Well, Tim is my friend," Brooke began, pushing through the rack of clothes she was looking at. "Despite what I tell people at school, and he really seems to like her."
"Tim is Tim," Peyton said. "She likes anything with boobs. If we had to play nice with every girl he likes then you would actually have to be nice to your mom."
"Come on, Pey. Was that completely necessary?" Peyton gave her an innocent smile before flipping through the rack as well. "Did you really need to bring up that incident? I thought we all agreed never to mention that again."
"Hey," Peyton began, holding her head up. "I'm just trying to make a point. If I have to use the time Tim made out with your mom, then so be it." Brooke let out a squeak and covered her ears.
"That is a really scary visual place that I didn't need to go to," Brooke complained. When she saw that Peyton wasn't going to continue she dropped her hands and moved to the next rack, the blonde following her.
"Sorry," Peyton mumbled with a laugh. Brooke knew she didn't mean it. They all loved to tease her about that. "I just don't see why you had to invite her?"
"What's the big deal, anyway?" Brooke questioned, not looking up from the red tank top she was looking at. "You don't like Lacy or something?" She held the shirt up to get a better look. She saw flowers on the front, made a disgusted face and threw it back on the display counter.
"It's not that I don't like her," Peyton began, following Brooke over to the sunglass counter. "I don't know her well enough to not like her, but there's just something about her."
"You don't have a crush on Tim, do you?" Brooke asked, looking at her through the pink lenses of the sunglasses she was trying on. "What do you think?"
"Good, if we were in the 70's."
"So, that's a no?"
"A big one." Brooke sighed and took them off, placing them back in their spot before pulling another pair out. "It's not that I have a problem with her being with Tim. I'm happy that he has someone now."
"They just meet last night," Brooke reminded her. "Don't start getting her bridal magazines or anything." She looked in the mirror, mad a disgusted face and put the glasses back. "I'd save those for Haley."
"What?" Peyton asked, thrown by the comment. "Haley and bridal magazines?" A sudden feeling of panic washed through Peyton's skinny body.
"Oh, please," Brooke laughed. "Have you seen the way Nathan looks at her? He's so in love he doesn't know what to do with himself." Brooke wasn't sure what to make of the strange look that came across Peyton's face.
"Yeah," Peyton mumbled. She looked over to where Haley was holding up a shirt for Lacy to see. They both burst out laughing at the funny shirt before moving on.
"What's wrong with you today?" Brooke questioned, catching the pained look in her friend's eyes. "You've been somewhere else since we woke up." Peyton quickly tore her eyes away from Haley and faced Brooke, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"It's nothing," she said. She saw that Brooke didn't quiet believe it so she let out a laugh and bumped her hip into Brooke's. "Seriously, I'm fine. I was just thinking about that problem we talked about last night."
"Oh, yeah," Brooke nodded, finding the perfect glasses and keeping them on her face. "Have you decided what you're going to do about that yet?" Peyton let out a sigh and shook her head regretfully.
"Not yet," Peyton answered. Brooke smiled, hoping to reassure her that everything would be okay. "If you were the friend, would you want me to tell you."
"Oh, God, it is me," Brooke cried, as she removed the glasses. Peyton tried to tell her she was wrong, but Brooke didn't give her the chance. "What do you know? Is Luke cheating on me? Is my mom sleeping with Tim? Cause between the two I think I'd rather have the first one. Oh, God, they're gonna get married! My life is over."
"Brooke, keep it down," Peyton laughed, amused at Brooke little outburst. Almost everyone in the store was looking at them now, trying to figure out why they let a crazy person into such a nice place. Haley and Lacy had heard the outburst and made their way over.
"Did she just say that Tim was sleeping with her mother?" Lacy asked, looking at Brooke who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the store. "Cause I wouldn't want to interfere in anybody's relationship."
"I bet you wouldn't," Peyton snapped at her. Haley and Lacy both looked at her, surprised by her sudden attitude change. She glared at Lacy before turning to Haley. "Would you talk to her? You're the only person she ever listens to."
"Sure," Haley answered, handing her bags over to Lacy. "What did you say to her?"
"Just tell her that my problem has nothing to do with her or Tim or her mother," she answered before walking out of the store. Before Haley could say anything, Lacy interrupted.
"I'll go see what's up with her," she said, pointing to where Peyton had ran off. Haley nodded and Lacy left. Haley looked at all the people staring at her and looked down at Brooke rocking back and forth on the floor. She slowly knelt down in front of her.
"Brooke?" she asked, laying a hand on her shoulder. When Brooke realized it was Haley, she flew into her arm, knocking them both over. This time Brooke was on top. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Tim's going to be my new step daddy," she cried. Haley burst out laughing at the seriousness in Brooke's voice. Brooke just cried harder as she saw the people staring at them.
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"Peyton," Lacy called out, trying to catch up with the blonde. "Come on, wait up."
"Just stay away from me," Peyton told her, without turning around or slowing down. Lacy finally decided that if she wanted to get to her, she would have to run. She reached her and grabbed her arm.
"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Lacy questioned, when Peyton didn't say anything. Peyton almost lost it. She wanted to scream at her and yell until she couldn't talk anymore, but there were too many people around.
"Yeah," Peyton spit out through gritted teeth. She ripped her arm out of Lacy's grip. "Believe it or not, I have a big problem with whore's who sleep with my best friend's boyfriend."
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop with the dumb act already," Peyton snapped at her. Lacy took a step back, afraid that Peyton might actually hit her. "I saw you two last night at the club. I saw you come back in right after you screwed him."
"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," Lacy admitted, knowing the excuse was lame even to her. "If I had known than I never would have..."
"Gotten caught?" Peyton filled in for her. Lacy looked down at her feet. "I didn't see you falling all over yourself to tell her this morning. In fact, if I remember correctly you insisted at being attached at her hip." Lacy looked around and noticed that some people were starting to look at them.
"Come here," she said, grabbing Peyton's arm and leading her over to a bench.
"I'm not a dog," Peyton snapped, ripping her arm out again. "I can walk myself."
"Sorry." They both sat down on at opposite ends of the bench. "You're right, I didn't say anything to Haley, and I don't plan on it. It's really not my place." Peyton rolled her eyes and played with the hem of her shirt, knowing what was coming next. "And you know what, I don't see you telling Haley either, and your supposed to be her best friend."
"I know that," Peyton muttered. "I just see how happy he makes her and I can't bring myself to hurt her. I've seen the look on her face when she's hurt, multiply it by like a million and that's what she's look like if I told her." She looked up at Lacy. "I just can't do that to her."
"I understand," Lacy said, moving closer. "I wouldn't want to do that to my best friend either."
"But I have to anyway, right?"
"You don't have to do anything." Lacy looked back at the store they had come out of to make sure that Haley was still preoccupied by Brooke. "Look, Haley seems like a really cool person and the last thing I want to be is the other woman."
"I know," Peyton answered. "If I do end up telling her, I won't tell her it was you."
"Thanks," Lacy said. "Besides, I really like Tim and I don't want him to get hurt either." Peyton nodded. "So, do you think we should go rescue Haley from the hysterical Brooke?"
"Yeah," Peyton decided, standing up. "Let's go." They made their way back to the store, pushing through the crowd that had gathered, to find Brooke lying on top of Haley. Brooke was crying while Haley was laughing. Lacy looked over at the counter to find the cahier starting to call security.
"You better get them up before security comes," Lacy suggested. Just as Peyton was about to step forward, two mall cops came running in.
"Too late." They both started laughing at the scene in front of them.
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That's all for now. I hope you like it. Please reply for faster updates. Thanks. I'm not above blackmail
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