NOTE FROM AUTHOR/

This week I will be out of town, so it will be a week before another update. Until then I am plotting ideas and ect. Angie I was going to have you look over this and make it better but I wrote it in a rush and I am out the door, so next chapter is going to come your way for betaing after I write it. Below I don't own Us magazine, Ben Affleck (Sadly) or Michael Jackson (Thank goodness). And As always One Tree Hill belongs to…..someone that isn't me.

Brucas4ever: Neyton will be throughout the next couple of chapters. And hopefully there will never be any Regis in my stories…

Nathan'sRaven: They weren't a stereotypical couple to begin with, so I am writing what made them fall in love and why it fell apart and why it should restart. I always love hateturnedintolove relationships. I'll take a poll later on in the story whether people want H/C or Haley or Haley…..someone else…..

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Chapter 20

Pillow Talk

A shoe hit the wall in fury and a clunk resided throughout the room. Peyton reluctantly opened her eyes to a blurry form in front of her. Brooke looked down at her, a secret smile and her hands placed strategically on her hips.

"Please don't tell me that was my boot…" Peyton grumbled into her pillow before slowly sitting up.

"You know what the shoe means right?" Brooke asked, purposely avoiding the question before.

"Well seeing as it's you, you can find any reason in the world for throwing a shoe at my head."

"I wasn't aiming for your head!" Brooke came back. "I was aiming for the wall ABOVE your head. Besides you know what it means, we have had this system since we were eight."

Peyton got out of the bed and went to inspect the once airborne shoe. "What was I saying?"

Brooke smiled wickedly. "I don't know. I could replay the recording to you, OR I could just keep it for blackmail."

The blonde, with messy morning hair, looked calmly at Brooke. "You don't have a recording tape."

"How do you know?" Brooke asked defiantly.

"I don't, I just assumed that because you broke your last tape recorder by trying to record Usher, when your stereo wasn't working. Also, I hoped. So give!" She sat on the bed and Brooke sat next to her. "What was I saying in my sleep?"

Brooke fiddled with a piece of hair, a wicked grin on her face. "Oh nothing…."

Peyton laughed. "Obviously something since you through a shoe at my head. It's too early in the morning for this."

"Just how sexy you think Michael Jackson is. OOO Molest me!"

Peyton tried to remember what her dream was, but it wasn't coming to her. Thinking this early made her head hurt, she needed a shot of espresso to remember anything at all. And it didn't help when Brooke was being the Devil herself. Upon thinking that thought it all came back to her.

"Well here comes the Devil himself."

Oh poop on a stick. If she had really dreamt of that, had she said anything out loud to give it away? And why was she dreaming of something that happened so long ago? This was the second dream! How many more would she have? Did the dreams mean something? 'No', She tried to convince herself. 'It's just because I'm going to be seeing him again.' She started wondering if he had ever had any dreams about her before stopping and scolding herself. Of course he hadn't. He'd married someone else didn't he? The dreams meant nothing, just mere coincidence and stress combined. But then, why was the dream so vivid?

She started to get an overwhelming urge to jump under the covers and never come out again. Remembering Brooke she turned to her in a flash. Brooke was thumbing through a magazine. "Brooke, what did I say last night?"

Brooke looked up and her face took on a mocking smile. "Truly Peyton, you said nothing. It was all Mumble Jumble and you were tossing and making what seemed like poses."

"What do you mean?"

Brooke put a hand on her hip and gave a stern glare, then went back to normal, flipping a page. "Positions like that, except you were laying down of course. It was really funny actually. You looked like you were actually having a conversation, but the only words I could understand were eggs, or maybe it was egos, and steak. I assumed you were having a dream about food. What was your dream anyways?"

Peyton shifted uncomfortably under Brooke's gaze. "It was about-"

Brooke set the magazine down in a giddy frenzy. And she stared at her intently "It must be good because you're getting nervous! Oh do tell!"

"I had a dream that you and Lucas had breakfast together and then I found you shagging." Peyton lied.

Brooke gave her a disgusted look. She returned, once again to her magazine and snorted. "As if."

After a couple minutes of silence, Brooke reading, Peyton pondering, Brooke changed the topic of the conversation before, quick to move on. "Hey look! In Us there is a picture of Haley shopping. Look she has a Coach bag." Peyton moved over to look. "Finally that girl is following trends."

"But who is that?" Peyton asked, pointing to a girl who wasn't looking at the camera, but instead in a window. Her face was turned and her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"I don't know, but I do know that is a cute outfit….Hmm I wonder where she got it."

Peyton took the magazine and studied the girl. Then she studied Haley. Haley seemed geuinly happy, like she used to. Peyton hadn't been keeping up with Haley's career all that much but Brooke showed her pictures every now and then. Also when Peyton talked to her on the phone her voice seemed regretful. Now it looked like a slight weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She still didn't look joyous, but she looked content. Moving her gaze back to the young girl Peyton couldn't help but wonder who she is, and if she had a part in this. As far as she knew Haley didn't have any cousins, or sisters.

"I don't know why they call it STARS THEY ARE JUST LIKE US. Because frankly, while they shop and things I don't go around buying billion dollar homes." Brooke continues rambling while now referring to another picture of Ben Afflack. But Peyton was still immersed in the picture, there was some clue or something there but she couldn't place it. Something…..She leaned in to read the words underneath it and all it read was

Haley James and friend shop at the Coach boutique in Los Angeles.

No answers there.