Sorry about not updating in forever but here's a new chapter I hope you all will like.
The song is In a Box by Brainpool
Chapter nine:
Brooke stomped into the room and walked straight over to her music collection and picked out an album and turned the volume up to max. Then she went and sat in front of the computer with her notebook, writing her feelings down as she always did. Not noticing that the webcam was still on she let her tears flow freely down her cheeks, staining the page which she was writing on. The lyrics rung in her head, over and over as the song went on:
You don't know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna send my heart in a box to you
Wrap it up and seal with glue
Yeah, that is just what I'm gonna do
"Yeah, right" Brooke mumbled before she hit the switch button and another song blared through the mansion. While wiping away the tears and sucking in a breath to keep them from coming back she turned back to her notes, reading them through. She always did the same thing when she was upset. She'd let her hand move on its own, creating words for her emotions and then she'd read them through to try to clear the mess in her head up. It normally cleared her head just fine but now it didn't help, not at all. The few lines of a poem she'd managed to scribble down did not make the confusion go away. Frustrated she threw the notebook through the room and it crashed into the opposite wall, papers rustled as it hit the floor.
"Hey," a soft voice behind her said. She turned and surprisingly found none other than Peyton Sawyer standing there, in her room, holding a bag full of something. "The next time you're having a mental breakdown and want to be alone you might want to turn that off," she pointed out, gesturing toward the webcam and Brooke sighed annoyed as she turned it off.
"What do you want Peyton?" she asked, wishing the blond would leave her alone with her messed up mind.
"I know you probably want me to leave, I mean we're not the best of friends obviously," she said, rolling her eyes, "but I'm just gonna make a proposal and if you don't like it I'll leave, ok?"
"Yeah, whatever, what is this proposal that I'm sure I will hate at the moment and any other moment too for that matter," she asked, looking bored at the girl standing in the doorway to her room.
"Ok, I've got all the wallowing ingredients in this little bag of cheer me up's. Plus I got all the horrible, stupid and just plain bad chick-flicks. Well not all of them but I have the top ten covered. Anyway, I suggest that we eat all the junk food we can manage while mocking the movies I brought and then if you feel like it you can tell me what's wrong. I know it sounds like an amazingly lame thing but trust me the, air quotes, tortured artist slash cheerleader. I thought the same thing when Haley suggested it to me the first time but I actually felt better. Except for the sugar hang over I had, and a couple of brain-freezes during the night," she explained, rolling her eyes every once in a while, "So what do you say?" she asked. Brooke considered the pros and cons of spending the night with Peyton. On the pro side was definitely that she felt a connection with this girl and she'd love to get to know her, while the only real con she could think of was that she hated chick-flicks.
"Oh, what the hell," she said, "let's have a slumber party and do each others hair and have girl talk all night and wake up from a sugar coma," she tried to give Peyton a small smile but failed miserably.
Early the next morning Brooke awoke to the sound of the phone ringing and when she reached for it she noticed a blond curly mess of hair beside her on the pillow. She ignored this and picked up the phone with a sleepy 'Hello?' lying back on the bed.
"Brooke? Don't hang up on me ok?" Lucas' desperate voice rung in her ears and without thinking twice she threw the phone back onto her nightstand. He had no right to call her and ask her to talk to him, did he? She wasn't sure if she had the right to shut him out for the reasons she was or if she should let him try to explain whatever it was he wanted to explain. She glanced toward the sleeping form next to her and remembered Peyton's offer to listen to her problems. For the second time in 24 hours she made a mental pro and con list, this time it was the pro's and con's of telling Peyton about her problem. After making it she realized that the only down side was that Peyton might tell Haley which basically meant that the whole school would know, and that was a pretty huge down side. As she lay thinking the girl next to her was beginning to wake up, turning around and facing Brooke when she was fully awake.
"Morning," she smiled while observing Brooke's troubled features, "still thinking about whatever boy-problem you're having?" she asked sympathetically.
"Yea… hey! How did you know it's about a boy? I never told you that," she said, giving Peyton a weird look.
"You just did," she stated matter of factly.
"I don't think I like you very much at the moment Goldilocks," Brooke growled, turning her back to the blond curls. Peyton sat up in bed, looking down at the brunett laying beside her. It wasn't until she had studied her for a couple of minutes that she noticed that the girl was crying quietly, tears streaming down her face and onto the pillow she rested her head on. Reaching over, Peyton put a piece of hair behind Brooke's ear, stroking her cheek, willing the girl to turn toward her and she did. Looking up at Peyton, Brooke's walls broke, instead of the silent tears she started sobbing loudly and the blond pulled her into a hug. At this gesture Brooke only sobbed harder, shaking as she let all the pain wash over her, drowning in the memories.
A few minutes later Peyton could feel the girl calm down as the sobs became quieter and further apart. She pulled away from Brooke and looked down at the tearstained face, wishing that the girl would talk.
"Brooke?" she started slowly, "What happened? What made you this sad? This broken?" she asked concerned.
"I, I'm not sure if it was just one event Peyton. I think it was everything around me, I couldn't controll my life anymore. Ugh, listen to me, I sound so weak." Brooke pulled away fully and whiped the last tears, sucking in a breath to not start again. After a few deep breath she tried again to explain her breakdown, "Ok, I'm gonna tell you everything but first I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Haley about this. Can you do that?" Peyton nodded and she went on, "As you might have guessed I'm having a bit of boy-trouble, what you probably haven't guessed is who the boy is and why he's a problem," she started and Peyton sat still, looking at the brunett girl. "Well to tell you who he is it's Lucas Scott and before you say anything about how odd a couple we make let me explain our history…" she said as she started to explain it all. How they had been friends since they were born, how they'd grown up together and acted like siblings. She told Peyton about their decision to keep their friendship a secret, how hard it had been to only hang out during the weekends and finally about how her feelings had changed and how she had acted on them the night he had rejected her. "… and then he called this morning before you woke up. I hung up on him," she finished the story and the blond girl in front of her sat amazed, staring at her. "Peyton? You do know that it is rude to stare, right?" she asked with a smirk and her voice seemed to snap Peyton out of her daze and she looked at the brunett.
"Oh, that boy will be in so much trouble when I find him," she said and jumped out of the bed where they had fallen asleep watching one of the chick-flicks. "Who does he think he is, I'm gonna…" she grumbled as she stomped out of the house.
But what she was planning on doing Brooke never found out because by then Peyton was already out the door.