Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews, you guys rock. SeriousFan, I wasn't aiming to make Felix sound like a stalker, but that was a good thing to point out, I might incorporate that at some time in the future. Thanks again for all the reviews. Enjoy this latest chapter.

Brooke opened her eyes, her head pounding as she squinted at her bedside clock. 11:04 a.m., thank god, it's Sunday. I can barely remember last night..except I remember Mouth sitting on my bed, but then why would?

Grimacing against the throbbing of her headache as it pounded inside of her head. Moaning slightly, she was still in her cheap polyester dress from whatever discount store, she'd gotten it from.

Hearing footsteps on the staircase, she groaned, hoping it wasn't Felix wanting a roll in the sack.

"Brooke, darling," her mother pushed open the door.

"What is it?" Brooke whispered softly.

"I have to talk to you about something," her mother sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What is it?" putting the pillow over her head, she struggled to master the pain that marched like an army ready to attack inside her head.

"We're selling the house," the words shocked Brooke, causing her to forget her headache.

"What?" her eyes opened, her mind raced thinking of a dozen different situations of why this was happening.

"Why?" struggling to hide the insecurity in her voice, she tried to muffle it behind her pillow.

"Your dad has been offered a new job, but in order to get it, we have to start living a bit more modestly, the house has to go," her mom tried to explain.

"Can I keep my car?" Brooke asked anxiously.

"Yes, but that's not the point," her mother tried to stress.

"Well what is the point, we have to live like one big happy family in a little house together," sarcasm coated her tone, she tossed her head back, glaring at her mother fiercely.

"Why does everything have to be an argument with you?" her mother exhaled heavily.

"Because that's the way I am, when I am uprooted from everything I know and love," Brooke pushed back her bedcovers and moved over to her dresser.

"Where are we moving? I imagine you already have it picked out," Brooke looked at her mother in the mirror, mockery in her eyes as she applied her makeup to cover the hangover look.

"Yes, it's a nice house on Mackenzie Avenue, near where Peyton lives," her mother said.

"Great and when do we move?" Brooke sneered.

"Next weekend." Silence followed her answer.

Brooke threw her makeup against the wall, a black mark infused with blue eye shadow marked the wall.

"Have fun cleaning that up for the new owners," turning to her mother. "You must really hate me," grabbing a jacket, a pair of sneakers and her purse. She ran down to the front door, slamming it and out to her car.

Felix came out of his house and walked over to her as she started up her car, he put a hand on the roof.

"Wanna come over for awhile?" he smiled his sexy smile.

"No." Brooke swatted his hand away and reversed out of the driveway, not bothering to look back once.

Pulling up in front of the river court, Brooke got out of her car and stumbled brokenly over to the bleachers. Collapsing on the wooden hardness, she struggled to hold back the tears. But emotion overcame her and she couldn't control it.

Sobs wracked her body, tear poured down her face, wrecking her makeup.

A rough hand touched her back lightly. "Brooke, are you okay?" Mouth watched her, concern in her eyes.

"I'm moving," she cried out.

"Where?" Mouth took her in his arms, stroking her back as she sobbed.

"Mackenzie Avenue, I don't want to move, I like my house, I live where I live, I like-
Brooke broke off and started sobbing again.

"It's okay, Brooke, it'll be okay, I'm here for you," Mouth kissed her forehead gently. Closing his eyes, he continued to stroke her, opening his eyes when he felt her shudders recede.

Brooke was looking up at him, her brown eyes watching him. Full of innocent wonder, pondering why he wasn't trying to kiss her, or get underneath her clothes, as most guys would have been.

"Brooke I-" Mouth was cut off by Brooke's finger touching his lips. She looked at him, her eyes open, her mind thinking. Her eyes moved down to his lips for a split second and then back up to his eyes. Sighing heavily, she nestled into his arms and relaxed. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

More soon.