Hallaina: There was definitely some Baley-ness, which is what I'm sure everyone was dying for. Orange, lol. You know where I get that from? The season premiere. She was wearing an orange tank top and a navy blue short skirt. Yes, Jake enters the story. There probably won't be too much of him, but he'll be in it. Peyton and Jake are adorable, I'll admit it. I especially loved their first interaction, with the basketball. Yeah, they're like best friends. Nate's a bold guy, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was something he did. (coughPeyton remembers being pulled into water cough) Boogie dances, lol. Don't worry, I'm back now. And I can't wait for your review, I have to say I'm really looking forward to it.
Farah A: Me too! That's cool. I'm glad, because I thought everyone was going to hate it. I didn't think it was the best. In fact, I was pretty sure it was the worst. Yes, that face makes me laugh, hehe. Thanks, lol.
Daddyzangel108: Thanks! I may, or I may not. Ah, I don't mind. That's weird to picture, lol. Your neighbor just walks into the room and starts asking you if you're reading One Tree Hill Fan-Fiction? Lmao! That's hilarious. I'm back with updates, so I hope you like this one.
CutieRay: I'm glad you liked the Jake/Peyton. There may not be much of them, but at least we still get a little bit. Thanks!
Hilaryhilary: Aww, I'm talking to one, because you aren't here! I miss you! choking up
Naleyforeva: Thanks! Aww, thanks. I'm glad you liked it. It would. Thanks! I'm glad you like my fashion sense. That's nice to say. Brooke's more responsible now that she's with Luke. And it was her natural instinct to bring food, since we all know Brooke loves food. Wait, do we? Maybe. Whatever. Yeah, I guess there's a character change, lol. I'm pretty sure you won't this chapter. In a few chapters, maybe.
Jumper: It'll be a little while, don't worry.
Jacqueline22393: Thanks! Yep, Tutor Girl and Tigger. Oh, okay. Because I was like, wait, does she even like Brooke/Lucas? Haha. Aww, thanks Jackie, but remember what we talked about? No one ever likes their own work, hehe. No, it's a Laley. I was pretty sure you liked Laley, that's why I asked.
HaleynNathan23: Yep. I'm back now, though. Nate can so be a girl at times, I totally agree. Exactly. Of course Peyton likes Jake. Peyton and Jake were like, meant to be. Lmao. I'm sure they don't need anymore porn. Thanks. Yes, I realized by your pen name, lol.
Nathan'sRaven: Thanks! Yes, Jake and Peyton were definitely slowly acting on some feelings. There will certainly be some light, but you're right, there will be more. Haha, you know me so well. Oh, okay, I get you. When is season two starting there? I'll have to read that. I heard it was really good by someone, I can't remember who. I'll check it out.
CCScott23: Thanks! I'm glad everyone liked it. I happen to love their nicknames. Me too, lol.
Cait: Thanks so much! Well, yeah, there will be some bad, but there will also be some good. I'm glad that you were glad to receive an update, heh. I must say, although it wasn't the longest, this review is probably one of my most favorites I've gotten for my story. Dude, I thought this story was going to do so bad, since it's not all Naley, but I'm glad that wasn't the case, lol.
Brucas4ever, PrincessSparkle15, Beachiegal: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
Only The Good Die Young
Chapter Five: The Trusting of Feelings
Brooke sat up in bed, looking around her room cautiously, realizing it was a Monday.
Where was Haley? It was almost every Monday that Haley would wake Brooke, who almost always forgot to set her alarm clock on Sunday nights.
Sitting up, the brunette tossed her covers off of her thin frame, padding towards the door of her bedroom.
Brooke leaned her head on her door, straining to hear any noise from the outside world.
Nothing.
Hurriedly, she walked to Haley's room, wondering if her twin sister had left for the first time in forever without her.
But as Brooke's eyes landed on Haley's door, which was partly open, she could clearly see a sleeping frame, hugging a pillow close to her small body.
Brooke's eyes widened in surprise, and she allowed her body to rest against the frame of Haley's door.
She watched as her sister's chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. It was so unlike Haley to not wake up on a school day.
Slowly, Brooke made her way towards Haley's bed, pushing her own body underneath the covers, besides her sister.
She didn't want to ruin what she considered to be a moment for her sister to rest peacefully, but softly, she nudged Haley.
Haley's eyes opened slowly, taking in the atmosphere around her. Taking in her sister. In her bed.
"Hey, forget to set your alarm clock?" Her voice was soft, with no hint of teasing present.
Haley shrugged, and closed her eyes once more. "I'm really tired."
"You were tired yesterday too,"
"I know. I don't think I'll be able to make it to school today. I'll probably fall asleep in class." She finished with a yawn, and Brooke nodded.
"Okay well, I'm going to school, just because, for some reason, I love school, despite the morning factor. I'll get your homework for you, okay?"
Haley nodded, mumbling a 'thank you', before falling back asleep. Brooke kissed her sister's forehead, and then quickly scurried to her own bedroom, seeing that she had mere minutes to be at school.
Peyton absentmindedly twirled a strand of her curly blonde locks, watching as Brooke coached Theresa into doing a hard part of the girls' routine.
Sighing, Brooke was at Peyton's side in seconds, looking around at the basketball players, practicing. The cheerleaders should have been practicing too, but Brooke didn't find it necessary as her eyes scanned over a shirtless Lucas playing basketball.
"Damn." She murmured, and Peyton arched an eyebrow at her best friend.
"Um, Brooke? Cheerleading Nazi? Why are we suddenly taking a twenty minute break?"
Brooke rolled her eyes, as if it were completely obvious. To her, it was. "Just look at him, Peyt. He's so gorgeous. I mean, personally, I think the basketball team's uniforms should contain no shirt. So we could have more eye candy," She winked at Peyton, before her eyes landed on Nathan, who was standing close behind them, with his back turned, "I mean, except for Nathan. He needs a little bit of work on the upper body, if you know what I mean."
She had said it so casually, for a mere couple of seconds, Nathan had actually found her serious. He turned to look at her, rolling his eyes. "This coming from the girl who wears a bathing suit while she cheers me on."
"Hey, at least I look good in it." Brooke grinned, hitching up the back of cheerleading skirt teasingly.
Nathan shook his head, walking away. Both her and Peyton could distinctly hear his words as he walked off.
"Tease."
Haley rolled over in her bed, her eyes opening slowly. Feeling her stomach grumble, Haley decided it was time to get some food in her stomach.
She sat up, and instantly was hit with a wave of dizziness. Closing her eyes, Haley fell back onto her pillow.
Maybe with just a few more hours of sleep, she'd be okay.
Brooke jogged up the stairs of her large home, and found her way towards Haley's room.
Pushing the door open, Brooke smiled towards her sister, who was still sleeping. She hoped Haley had gotten up to at least get some food and water, and knowing Haley, she probably had.
"Hey Hales," She said softly, "I've got a game tonight, so do you think you'll be okay here, sleeping"
Silence.
Brooke tapped Haley's shoulder. "Haley?"
No movement.
Feeling panicked, Brooke gave her sister a rough shake.
Haley's eyes opened, and she squinted. "What are you doing?"
"You weren't waking up, I panicked."
"Oh, sorry. I'm still kind of tired." Haley smiled as she spoke, and then her eyes closed once more.
The Davis girl had fallen back to sleep instantly, and Brooke stood, walking towards her bedroom door.
She couldn't help but feel slightly worried. It was so unlike Haley to sleep for hours and hours.
Convincing herself that she was being stupid, Brooke gathered her stuff, heading out for her game.
But Brooke Davis wasn't thoroughly convinced that everything was okay, which could prove to be a problem. See, Brooke had always felt she'd had a sort of sixth sense. She'd felt, psychic, if you will. Whenever she had a bad feeling, it had always somehow proved to be true.
And at this moment, what scared Brooke most, was that she had a bad feeling.