Okay so I am really sorry that I haven't updated in ages. I just didn't know where to go with my story, but now I have an idea... ready here we go

Chapter 4: I think I am goin' to Boston

Peyton was sound asleep when Brooke went to go check on her with her warm cup of coffee filled with the special chia tea creamer that Peyton had stashed away thinking no one would find it. Brooke was truly worried about Peyton. She didn't know what to do or how to approach it. She tried the denial approach, thinking that she is not on drugs, or that she was just fine with the death of her two moms, or let alone could be the risk for cancer, but Brooke got over that phase pretty fast. She realized that they needed to get out of Tree Hill. Brooke realized how innocent and peaceful Peyton looked while she slept. Brooke had to change that

"P. Sawyer get up we are going on a roadtrip." Brooke said as she was jumping up and down on Peyton's bed.

"Stop, get off you ho." muttered a still sleepy Peyton

"That's, right hoes over bros, now get up and start packing were going on a roadtrip"

"Umm, have you lost your mind ? We can't just leave, and where would we go?"

" I don't know, we'll figure it out. How about we just take all right turns the whole time and see where we end up."

" Only you would think of doing something like that."

"Jeez, your cranky when you have a hangover."

"Sorry."

"So hurry up get dressed and start packing because I am going to pick you up in an hour so move your skinny ass, Goldilocks."

Peyton went to the bathroom and washed some cold water on her face. Brooke was yelling something that she couldn't here. Maybe it would've helped if she didn't block her out.

"What?" Shouted Peyton.

"I said, I am going to pack and say goodbye to Luke. I'll pick you up in an hour. Oh and by the way I used up all the chia tea creamer."

"I thought you wouldn't find it. Damn your good."

" It only took a half hour or so, but I found it."

Brooke left and Peyton knew that this had to be some stunt, there has to be a catch. She packed up most of her things, her sketchbook being the first thing that went in the bag. Who knew so much stuff could fit in one little suitcase. Thought Peyton. At the very top of her bag she put a picture of her and Jake.

"Maybe I could talk to Brooke about everything. Maybe if I got everything off my A-cup chest then it will be better. I mean no one knows me better than Brooke, she would understand. She came back didn't she?" Peyton said to herself

Brooke was already outside honking the horn as if it was a toy.

Peyton sat there for a few moments looking at the drugs. She felt like someone was putting a curling iron to her face. She knew what she was going to do is wrong. She grabbed the drugs as quick as a bunny rabbit and put them in the bag and walked out of her room without looking back.

"Were goin' on a roadtrip. Were goin' on a roadtrip, roadtrip." Brooke said in the sing song tone.

"Brooke, did you fill the tank up? We are not having the whole basketball away game haunting us again."

"Yes, and why does everyone always bring that up, it wasn't my fault I had one to many pills."

"So how long are we going to be gone ?"

"I don't know yet, probably a week."

There was silence for the next ten minutes. They were best friends for ten years and yet neither one of them could find anything to say, but their minds were racing.

Brookes POV

I want to ask, but yet I am shameful for not being there when I said I would. I promised her, yet I left her. She was right I can't just come back into her life and expect answers. Expect answers to question that are to serious to know the answers to. Worry was coming over her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Peyton's POV

Just tell her Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer. Tell her everything. Keeping this inside is making you insane. Tell her what happened that night. You can feel the tension in the silence. This has to be the time to do it. Just start out "I need to... GO !

"Brooke, I need to"

"Shit."

The car suddenly stopped

"Brooke, I meant it when I asked if you put gas in the car."

"This is not the time for jokes P. Sawyer."