Peyton arrived at her house, on her own doorstep. She considered ringing the bell, in order to make herself known to Brooke, but ringing your own doorbell sounded to ironic. Instead she busted through the door with pints of ice cream in each hand. She was greeted by a teary Brooke, sniffling in front of the TV set. Peyton plopped next to her and watched as Brooke grabbed for another tissue.

"A Walk to Remember?"

Brooke nodded and turned to her as if she had just come to attention that Peyton was home. She picked up the remote and paused it, drawing her feet up unto the couch.

"I brought the Ben and Jerry's like you asked."

"But you didn't scream honey I'm home. You get half points." Brooke answered back quickly with a smile. Peyton handed her the coffee and Heath bar and a spoon while she opened her own Cherry jubilee.

"Thank goodness! Some caffeine!" Brooke said before taking a huge bite and closing her eyes in order to take more pleasure in the taste, before looking back at Peyton.

"Did you know that you don't have any coffee in this house? How am I supposed to live? I had to go out and get my own coffee…Pftt what kind of a hostess are you?"

Peyton laughed lightly after swallowing the bite in her mouth. "I usually just get the coffee at my work. Speaking of work," Broke moaned and rolled her eyes but Peyton continued anyways. "You and I are going on a trip!"

Brooke raised an eyebrow. "We are?"

"Yes, we are going back to Tree Hill."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Because we need to get away, because you need to forget Felix, I need some time off, we need to visit the past and spend some sisterly time together."

"Okay."

Peyton blinked, not sure she had heard right. Did Brooke just agree without arguing? "Excuse me?"

Brooke shrugged and took another bite of her ice-cream while thinking of the perfect words to say. "Okay, you convinced me. You are right, and I wouldn't mind going back too see how people are back home." One in particular.

"Okay then! We leave Sunday. So, how was your day at my house miss picky?"

"Well I got a very interesting call today..."

Peyton smiled and got comfy, expecting a long story, or at least something interesting to keep her awake. "Mmm?"

"She happens to be becoming famous, one of our own old best friends, someone you didn't even tell your best friend you were keeping in touch with, the infamous girl by the name of Haley Scott-I mean Haley James!"

Brooke watched Peyton's expression, looking for answers. All she got was a smiling Peyton acting like nothing was wrong and she felt a bit disappointed, a bit left out. And no one EVER leaves Brooke Davis out.

"Yea, we have still kept in touch for a couple of months now."

Brooke interrupted suddenly feeling a bit peeved. "Wait and you didn't tell me? How? How did you guys regain contact? And why didn't anyone inform me?"

Brooke felt her temper come to a boil when Peyton started to laugh at her, seeing her infuriated expression made Peyton laugh harder. "Brooke, it was nothing. No one is trying to leave you out. She somehow got my number and called me two years ago to ask me if I knew anything about Nathan. I don't know why she think I would, but she and I have been talking lightly ever since. Small talk, I don't know her like we used to. Happy, nosy-body?"

Brooke thought about it a second. Happy? After what had happened today? She slowly shook her head and put down her ice cream when she felt herself being pulled in Peyton's embrace. "Awww Brookie, You get it all out. What happened?"

Brooke was inconsolable. From the first tear it was all down hill from there. Peyton just held her as Brooke mumbled sentences all jumbled together. "He-he cheated on me….And said….my fault….I wasn't good enough! Kicked me out when I….slapped him. Packed my bag. I came here…I though he CHANGED!" When Brooke had finished, she started to slowly stop sobbing. She sniffed a couple times and breathed in and out. Peyton watched as she withdrew herself from the arms around her and rubbed at her eyes with a half smile.

"We all knew he was a jerk anyways."

Peyton nodded and took Brookes hands in her own. "I'm going to be honest with you. He was a dog in high school, and he's a dog to this day. It was stupid of you to go back to him after what happened but that can't change anything. You need to realize what happened, happened. I'm always here for you, and it's time to move on." When she saw Brooke nod slowly she took the remote from Brookes hand and pressed play. "Now pass the tissues and eat your Ben and Jerry's. And most importantly forget Felix, let him sleep with the sluts. You were too good for him, and if he can't see that, my point is proven. One day your Noah will come. Until then eat, watch, worship me, and think about the trip we are about to embark on soon. A new chance." And with that Peyton pressed play.

Brooke smiled and scooted closer to Peyton. Peyton knew how to state the truth in the easiest way possible. She needed that. She loved the way Peyton just took control and didn't linger on the past. But little did she know as she laid her head on Peyton's shoulder, that Peyton remembered the past, and was deeply lost in thought of being reunited of it at that exact moment.

"Ready, Madonna?" Peyton asked while loading up bags into the car. "Arghh! What do you have in this thing? Bricks?"

"Nah, just a few hotties for along the way. Besides you never said how long we would be gone. "

It was late Sunday morning and the girls were heading off to the airport. Insecurities loomed in the air but both girls put on their game faces. Now was not a time to doubt. Brooke was dressed to impress, because as she said 'who knows what sexy beasts could be waiting for us at an airport?' Peyton, not feeling the need to impress anyone, had settled for a pair of sweats, much to Brookes dismay. The whole week they had been getting ready for this trip. Brooke worried about the image part. If she was going to suddenly reoccur in her old town she wanted to look good. So all week she had been prepping to dazzle. She had gotten her hair cut just slightly so it still hung over her shoulders, and got an amazing tan, dragging Peyton along with her. She had worried and fretted away the time packing, and repacking, in order to not think about anything. Brooke was a girly-girl. Simple as that. When it came to avoiding thoughts, she did what she did best, shopped and accessorized. All the while Peyton had been putting her thoughts and time into work. She had looked up what she was studying and had come prepared with only the essentials. With a head start and a vague idea of what she needed, she hadn't really allowed herself to think of anything else.

"So you packed your whole closet?"

While climbing in the car Brooke rolled down the window with a smug smile. "It depends on what you mean by closet? Yes I packed most of that. But there is also a lot of our bathroom in there, and most of my dresser also."

With a laugh Peyton closed the trunk and proceeded to enter the drivers seat. "Well as long as you a prepared. But why did you bring so much if we are just going to go shopping there?"

Brooke fake gasped and put on her seatbelt. Her tone a bit sarcastic "You know me too well Peyton Sawyer. But don't worry you can borrow anything of mine, and we will get some cute things for you too!"

In the small neighborhood Peyton's groan could be heard as they pulled out of the driveway. "Great." With that and the sounds of 'NOFX' blaring through the stereo, they left to embark on a great journey, though neither knew what the future held.

Spoilers: Someone meets them at the airport….I'll give you a hint…Wait no I won't….You will just have to see.