Author's Note: Hello, hello to all! How is everyone doing? Well, that's
nice. Hope you all liked the last chapter, but I would just like to stress
once again that this is not a Naley fic, or a Laley fic for that matter.
There will be no 'ships of any kind in this story. The way I see it, there
are enough of those out there, I'll leave it to the rest of you to write.
Now, here's a little recap for those who seem to need it: Haley & Nathan
broke up after he cheated on her, Haley is pregnant – Brooke, Lucas and
Nathan are the only ones who know, Haley & Brooke have run away, everyone
knows Haley is gone, but they don't realize Brooke is gone too. Just so you
know, when they figure out that Brooke is gone as well, they won't know
that Haley and Brooke are together. All caught up? Good. Here we go...
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Haley couldn't believe what she had just done. Had she really just kissed her best friend? Yep, she sure did. She didn't know what had come over her, all of a sudden she just had this urge, this need, to kiss him. She didn't know where it came from, she had never really had any feelings for him before. Sure, she knew that he was gorgeous, not even she could deny that, but she just never felt it. It was just never there for her. It still wasn't. She shook her head, getting confused at her own actions. She tried to dig up her feelings, see if she suddenly had this unfrequented love for Lucas. Nope. There was nothing more than platonic love. She shrugged. Maybe it was just because she knew it was goodbye. She knew that she might never see him again, so she just kissed him. She just wanted their last memory to be a good one. She decided to push it to the back of her mind, deciding she would leave it there until a day far in the future, she had much too much to think about as it was. There was simply no time to deal with possible new romantic feelings towards her best friend. She opened up the door to her room and wasn't surprise to find Brooke exactly where she had left her.
"Okay," she decided, kicking off her shoes and walking over to the bathroom. "I'm not playing around anymore." She turned on the tape and filled a Dixie cup with freezing cold water. "It's water time." Brooke, being asleep, didn't hear the warning and rolled over. Haley turned the tap off and stalked over to the bed. She waited a moment, giving Broke one last chance to wake up. Sensing that someone was standing over her, Brooke's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw upon awakening was Haley standing over her with a cup full of, what was no doubt cold water.
"No, no, Tutor Girl, don't you dare," she warned, holding up her hands in defense. She slowly kicked off the covers. "See, I'm getting up now. No need to throw that one me." Haley smirked, trying to decide whether she should just do it anyway or not. Unfortunately, by the time she had decided she was going to throw it on her, Brooke was already standing up beside the bed. Brooke gave her a victorious smile. "Oh, too late!"
"It's never too late," she told her. Haley lunged the small cup forward, but Brooke saw it coming and stepped out of the way and into the washroom. "Damn it! Now my shoes are all wet."
"That's what you get," Brooke called from the bathroom, before turning the shower on. "I'll only be five minutes!" Haley looked around the room for something to do, and came up with nothing. There was the TV, but nothing good was on this early. There was a desk, but no computer. She sighed and laid back down on her bed. She listened to the faint sounds of Brooke singing from the shower. She smirked, evilly. She got off the bed and quietly slipped into the bathroom, praying that the other girl didn't hear her enter. She quickly turned on the tap and flushed the toilet before running back out. She laughed when she heard Brooke scream in surprise. "Ah, that's frickin' cold!"
"That's what you get, Tigger!" Brooke turned of the shower and stepped out. She wrapped a towel around her slender body and stormed out into the room. Haley was too busy laughing to care that Brooke had a death stare on her face.
"You think that's funny?" Haley nodded. Brooke tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't hold it in any longer. Haley's laugh was too cute to resist. Soon they were both giggling. When they calmed down, Brooke went back into the bathroom and changed.
"Ready to go, Hales?" she asked, stepping out of the room to find Haley dressed and standing at the door. Haley nodded and opened the door. "Just give me another, kay? Just go and give the key to the guy and I'll meet you at the car." Haley nodded.
"Sure, see you in a few," Haley said before walking out. Brooke waited until she was sure that Haley was gone before she moved to the top of the bed and picked up the phone. She glanced over at the clock and frowned when she saw it was almost ten. She shrugged and dialed her best friend's number anyway, hoping she was home. She waited patiently as the phone rang. Finally, after three rings, Peyton answered.
"Hello?" Brooke closed her eyes when she heard her voice. "Hales, is that you?"
"Hi, friend," she greeted her, hoping her voice was as light and airy as she had intended. She heard Peyton let out a breath. "What's up, P. Sawyer?"
"Nothing," she answered, laying down her sketchbook and pen. She shifted on her bed so she was in a sitting position. "I was looking for you this morning, but I got sidetracked. I was kinda hoping Haley would call." Brooke thought about what to say. She decided to play dumb, which wasn't really much of a stretch for her.
"What's wrong with Tutor Girl?" she asked, even though she knew better than anyone what was going on. Peyton sighed.
"Karen told me she left last night."
"Left?"
"Yeah," Peyton answered. "She didn't say where she was going or why, but she isn't coming back. That much is clear." Brooke tried to think of what to say next that would comfort her friend, but not give them away.
"She didn't tell Karen why she left?" Brooke bit her nails, nervously. She looked at the clock, checking to see how much time she had before she had to meet Haley outside. She twirled the cord around her index finger.
"She didn't, but I found out after," Peyton informed, anger evident in her voice. "I went over to Nathan's to see if he knew why she left, but he was with some blonde."
"Ouch," Brooke answered automatically. "So Haley saw them?"
"That's what he said," she answered. "Listen, I doubt you wanna talk about Haley, I know you've always hated her."
"I don't hate her!" Brooke exclaimed. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" Peyton was caught off guard by her outburst. "I mean, I don't hate her."
"Okay," Peyton started in an unsure voice. She decided that a change in subject was in order. "So, what did you call for?"
"Oh, yeah," Brooke stumbled, forgetting what she had originally called to tell her. Peyton could sense the tone in her voice.
"Brooke, what's up?" Brooke took a deep breath. "Did you wanna come over and talk about it?"
"I can't," she stated. "I'm not at home."
"You aren't?" Peyton looked over at her caller ID, it said unknown caller. She stood up and began to pace. "Where are you? Are you at Theresa's or something? Do you need a ride somewhere?"
"It's a funny story, really," Brooke started. She waited for Peyton to question her, but continued when she realized the blonde was waiting for her. "It seems me and Tutor Girl have more in common then I would've thought." She waited for Peyton to connect the dots.
"What are you talking about?" Brooke bowed her head, disappointed that her friend wasn't able to figure it out on her own. "Did you hook up with a guy named James or something?" Brooke shook her head at Peyton's guess. Peyton was never going to get it at this rate. She sighed. It was now or never.
"I left Tree Hill, too." Peyton stopped moving. She slowly sat back down on her bed. "I'm so sorry, Peyton."
"Not you too," Peyton cried. It seemed like every time she turned around one of her best friends was gone. First it was Hales then Brooke. Before she knew it, everyone would be gone. "You're not coming back either, are you?"
"I don't think so, sweetie," Brooke sighed. "I'll see you again, though. I promise. It just won't be any time soon. I need some time to figure out who I am again."
"And you can't do that here?" Peyton asked. "You couldn't have at least said goodbye? At least Haley said goodbye to Karen before she left."
"I was going to, but then I ran into..." she stopped herself before she said Haley. She didn't want her to know that Haley was with her. It might make her feel worse to know that they were together. "Until I drove by your house. I just couldn't bring myself to stop." She rolled her eyes at her lame cover up.
"It still would have been nice to have a goodbye before hand and in person," the blonde complained. Brooke smiled at the whining tone in the girl's voice.
"Don't be such a big baby," she teased. She figured she better get going before Haley came back in looking for her. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I really gotta go."
"Wait, can I..."
"I'll call you again in a few days when I get settled," she promised her. "I love you, Bye." She hung up the phone before she could hear Peyton's answer. She sat on the bed for a few moments, thinking about her decision and whether it was right or now. She looked down at her wrist and saw the bruises there and made up her mind. It was the right choice. She shook her head and stood up. She did one last check to make sure she had everything before walking out of the room, ready to start the journey ahead of them.
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All done. Please tell me what you think, it really helps me out. See you on the flip side.
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Haley couldn't believe what she had just done. Had she really just kissed her best friend? Yep, she sure did. She didn't know what had come over her, all of a sudden she just had this urge, this need, to kiss him. She didn't know where it came from, she had never really had any feelings for him before. Sure, she knew that he was gorgeous, not even she could deny that, but she just never felt it. It was just never there for her. It still wasn't. She shook her head, getting confused at her own actions. She tried to dig up her feelings, see if she suddenly had this unfrequented love for Lucas. Nope. There was nothing more than platonic love. She shrugged. Maybe it was just because she knew it was goodbye. She knew that she might never see him again, so she just kissed him. She just wanted their last memory to be a good one. She decided to push it to the back of her mind, deciding she would leave it there until a day far in the future, she had much too much to think about as it was. There was simply no time to deal with possible new romantic feelings towards her best friend. She opened up the door to her room and wasn't surprise to find Brooke exactly where she had left her.
"Okay," she decided, kicking off her shoes and walking over to the bathroom. "I'm not playing around anymore." She turned on the tape and filled a Dixie cup with freezing cold water. "It's water time." Brooke, being asleep, didn't hear the warning and rolled over. Haley turned the tap off and stalked over to the bed. She waited a moment, giving Broke one last chance to wake up. Sensing that someone was standing over her, Brooke's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw upon awakening was Haley standing over her with a cup full of, what was no doubt cold water.
"No, no, Tutor Girl, don't you dare," she warned, holding up her hands in defense. She slowly kicked off the covers. "See, I'm getting up now. No need to throw that one me." Haley smirked, trying to decide whether she should just do it anyway or not. Unfortunately, by the time she had decided she was going to throw it on her, Brooke was already standing up beside the bed. Brooke gave her a victorious smile. "Oh, too late!"
"It's never too late," she told her. Haley lunged the small cup forward, but Brooke saw it coming and stepped out of the way and into the washroom. "Damn it! Now my shoes are all wet."
"That's what you get," Brooke called from the bathroom, before turning the shower on. "I'll only be five minutes!" Haley looked around the room for something to do, and came up with nothing. There was the TV, but nothing good was on this early. There was a desk, but no computer. She sighed and laid back down on her bed. She listened to the faint sounds of Brooke singing from the shower. She smirked, evilly. She got off the bed and quietly slipped into the bathroom, praying that the other girl didn't hear her enter. She quickly turned on the tap and flushed the toilet before running back out. She laughed when she heard Brooke scream in surprise. "Ah, that's frickin' cold!"
"That's what you get, Tigger!" Brooke turned of the shower and stepped out. She wrapped a towel around her slender body and stormed out into the room. Haley was too busy laughing to care that Brooke had a death stare on her face.
"You think that's funny?" Haley nodded. Brooke tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't hold it in any longer. Haley's laugh was too cute to resist. Soon they were both giggling. When they calmed down, Brooke went back into the bathroom and changed.
"Ready to go, Hales?" she asked, stepping out of the room to find Haley dressed and standing at the door. Haley nodded and opened the door. "Just give me another, kay? Just go and give the key to the guy and I'll meet you at the car." Haley nodded.
"Sure, see you in a few," Haley said before walking out. Brooke waited until she was sure that Haley was gone before she moved to the top of the bed and picked up the phone. She glanced over at the clock and frowned when she saw it was almost ten. She shrugged and dialed her best friend's number anyway, hoping she was home. She waited patiently as the phone rang. Finally, after three rings, Peyton answered.
"Hello?" Brooke closed her eyes when she heard her voice. "Hales, is that you?"
"Hi, friend," she greeted her, hoping her voice was as light and airy as she had intended. She heard Peyton let out a breath. "What's up, P. Sawyer?"
"Nothing," she answered, laying down her sketchbook and pen. She shifted on her bed so she was in a sitting position. "I was looking for you this morning, but I got sidetracked. I was kinda hoping Haley would call." Brooke thought about what to say. She decided to play dumb, which wasn't really much of a stretch for her.
"What's wrong with Tutor Girl?" she asked, even though she knew better than anyone what was going on. Peyton sighed.
"Karen told me she left last night."
"Left?"
"Yeah," Peyton answered. "She didn't say where she was going or why, but she isn't coming back. That much is clear." Brooke tried to think of what to say next that would comfort her friend, but not give them away.
"She didn't tell Karen why she left?" Brooke bit her nails, nervously. She looked at the clock, checking to see how much time she had before she had to meet Haley outside. She twirled the cord around her index finger.
"She didn't, but I found out after," Peyton informed, anger evident in her voice. "I went over to Nathan's to see if he knew why she left, but he was with some blonde."
"Ouch," Brooke answered automatically. "So Haley saw them?"
"That's what he said," she answered. "Listen, I doubt you wanna talk about Haley, I know you've always hated her."
"I don't hate her!" Brooke exclaimed. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" Peyton was caught off guard by her outburst. "I mean, I don't hate her."
"Okay," Peyton started in an unsure voice. She decided that a change in subject was in order. "So, what did you call for?"
"Oh, yeah," Brooke stumbled, forgetting what she had originally called to tell her. Peyton could sense the tone in her voice.
"Brooke, what's up?" Brooke took a deep breath. "Did you wanna come over and talk about it?"
"I can't," she stated. "I'm not at home."
"You aren't?" Peyton looked over at her caller ID, it said unknown caller. She stood up and began to pace. "Where are you? Are you at Theresa's or something? Do you need a ride somewhere?"
"It's a funny story, really," Brooke started. She waited for Peyton to question her, but continued when she realized the blonde was waiting for her. "It seems me and Tutor Girl have more in common then I would've thought." She waited for Peyton to connect the dots.
"What are you talking about?" Brooke bowed her head, disappointed that her friend wasn't able to figure it out on her own. "Did you hook up with a guy named James or something?" Brooke shook her head at Peyton's guess. Peyton was never going to get it at this rate. She sighed. It was now or never.
"I left Tree Hill, too." Peyton stopped moving. She slowly sat back down on her bed. "I'm so sorry, Peyton."
"Not you too," Peyton cried. It seemed like every time she turned around one of her best friends was gone. First it was Hales then Brooke. Before she knew it, everyone would be gone. "You're not coming back either, are you?"
"I don't think so, sweetie," Brooke sighed. "I'll see you again, though. I promise. It just won't be any time soon. I need some time to figure out who I am again."
"And you can't do that here?" Peyton asked. "You couldn't have at least said goodbye? At least Haley said goodbye to Karen before she left."
"I was going to, but then I ran into..." she stopped herself before she said Haley. She didn't want her to know that Haley was with her. It might make her feel worse to know that they were together. "Until I drove by your house. I just couldn't bring myself to stop." She rolled her eyes at her lame cover up.
"It still would have been nice to have a goodbye before hand and in person," the blonde complained. Brooke smiled at the whining tone in the girl's voice.
"Don't be such a big baby," she teased. She figured she better get going before Haley came back in looking for her. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I really gotta go."
"Wait, can I..."
"I'll call you again in a few days when I get settled," she promised her. "I love you, Bye." She hung up the phone before she could hear Peyton's answer. She sat on the bed for a few moments, thinking about her decision and whether it was right or now. She looked down at her wrist and saw the bruises there and made up her mind. It was the right choice. She shook her head and stood up. She did one last check to make sure she had everything before walking out of the room, ready to start the journey ahead of them.
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All done. Please tell me what you think, it really helps me out. See you on the flip side.