Everything that you know about One Tree Hill should go out the window for this fic. Come with your mind as a blank sheet of paper and I will fill all of the blanks In for you :) ..Hopefully.
Brooke Davis walked into her apartment, throwing the keys down onto the glass coffee table in front of her. She'd just spent an entire day talking Paris Hilton out of ridding her contract with her fashion label and she was beyond tired. To some, the once fiery brunette could be considered a work-a-holic. To others, she's in love with her job. Quite honestly, Brooke can't remember the last date that she'd been on. Okay, so that was a lie. It had been five months, two weeks, and six days ago. Was it pathetic that she kept count? She'd fallen hard for this guy, but it hadn't lasted. They dated for the two weeks that he was in town and then he dissapeared without so much as a goodbye. Although he promised that he'd call her, he never did–Not once. Yes, that's right. Brooke sat by the phone for three whole days as she waited for that incessant ringing that the telephone brought, but it was never him–It was never her dream guy.
She plopped down onto the couch and untied her Jimmy Choo sandals, sliding them off of her small, size seven, feet. With that, Brooke began to go through the mail, not finding anything that interested her in the least. "Junk..Junk..Junk.." She mumbled to herself, throwing the last of the envelopes onto a messy stack on the coffee table. How could a girl with such a busy life have such an insanely lame Friday night? It wasn't like she was fat, or ugly, or didn't have friends. Actually, Brooke had a lot of friends–A lot of very important friends, as a matter of fact.
Before she got the chance to slip into a self-pity party with Ben and Jerry's ice cream and lame horror flicks, a knock sounded on her door. Why on Earth did he even insist on knocking? It was stupid. Brooke stood from the couch and walked into her bedroom, throwing a pair of Juicy Coture sweat pants on along with a white tank top. The front door opened and closed as Brooke walked back out, her hair thrown into a messy bun.
She smiled at the site before her, making herself comfortable once again on the black leather couch. "Mm..Chinese.." She said, looking at the bag that her best friend, Lucas, was holding. Lucas nodded his head as he grabbed two cans of Coke and walked to the couch, sitting down next to the beautiful brunette. "All of your favorites." He promised, opening the cartons one by one.
Brooke soon grew impatient and grabbed a random carton tearing it open and sticking her chop sticks into it. She noticed the peculiar look that Lucas sent her way and she smirked her usual dimpled smirk, taking a bite of one of the pieces of chicken. "What?" She asked him indignantly, not understanding what the big deal was. "If they're all my favorites, I can just eat all of them.." She explained with a shrug, turning her attention towards the television.
The front door to her apartment once again opened, followed by two voices. In walked Brooke's older sister, Haley, and her boyfriend, who just so happened to be Lucas's older brother, Nathan. Haley closed the door behind her and grabbed her boyfriend's hand, leading him towards the bedroom. "Hi Luke, Hi Brookie Cookie...Bye Luke, bye Brookie Cookie." She greeted, sending them a short wave. Nathan simply laughed and allowed himself to be led into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
Brooke dropped the Chinese food carton that she was eating back onto the table, her face scrunched up in disguist. "Ugh, God..I think I just lost my appetite." She admitted, making fake gagging noises. Did Nathan and Haley have to be that obvious when they were about to have sex? The least they could do would be to have some small-talk every now and then, right?
She shared a look of distaste with Lucas before the duo both began to laugh, picking up the respective cartons of food. Brooke playfully began to stick her chop stick into Lucas's and he did the same with hers, making sure that they both got a good amount of each others food. Brooke triumphantly stuck a piece of his shrimp into her mouth and chomped on it, her brown eyes staring directly into his blue ones.
Just as quickly as the moment came, it dissapeared, the shrill ringing of the phone breaking it. Brooke set her food down onto the table and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. She grabbed the phone and held it up to her ear, trying to finish chewing the large shrimp in her mouth before speaking.
"Hello?" She asked, impatiently tapping her foot. No one ever cut into Lucas/Brooke time. They knew better than that. The two lived right down the hall from each other. Lucas lived with Nathan and Brooke lived with Haley, so it was a perfect match. Brooke could only assume that when Nathan and Haley took the "next step" and chose to move in together that she and Lucas would be moving in together as well. They were best friends in every sense of the word and probably always would be. E
"Hey, Brooke?" Asked a voice that Brooke was almost immediately able to place. Peyton Sawyer? Her best friend all throughout childhood? "P. Sawyer?" Brooke questioned her judgement only for a minute, her eyes wide with shock and happiness. It was an amazing surprise to have Peyton call her so suddenly, but in the back of Brooke's mind she was nervous. Had something happened to her? Was she alright?
"Yeah, it's me.." The girl on the other line spoke, causing Brooke to do a tiny jump with happiness. She hadn't spoken to Peyton in years, but this was definately a welcomed phone call. "Wow..What's up?" Brooke asked her former-best friend, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
There was a bit of silence on the other end. It was almost as if Peyton wanted to build up the suspense for Brooke. Finally, the blonde on the other end of the phone spoke. "I'm getting married...I want you and Hales to be here.." She squealed out, causing Brooke to squeal as well. Wow, Peyton was getting married? That was a shocker. Sure, Peyton was an amazing girl and any guy would be lucky to have her, but she never saw Peyton as the 'commitment' type.
"Wow! Of course I'll be there, P. Sawyer!" Brooke exclaimed as if it were a no-brainer. Did Peyton actually think that Brooke would turn down that kind of proposal. While still speaking on the telephone, Brooke turned to Lucas who was watching some Real World repeat and she caught herself smiling. Could he be anymore lame?
"Well, I'm in LA right now with Chris. He had to come for work, so do you wanna go out to dinner tomorrow?" Peyton suggested, causing Brooke to snap out of her Lucas-centered thoughts and focus on what the blonde was saying. She nodded her head, staying silent, before realizing that Peyton couldn't see her through the phone. "Yeah, dinner tomorrow night sounds great.." She promised with a large smile. Brooke and Peyton said their goodbye's and agreed to meet at Brooke's favorite Italian restraunt tomorrow night at around 6:00 PM.
She set the phone back into the receiver and bounded over to her best friend, throwing herself into his lap. "My best friend's getting married!" Brooke explained with a loud squeal. Lucas laughed and tightened his grip around Brooke, raising an eyebrow at her. "I am?" He joked with a small grin, causing Brooke to roll her eyes.
"No, my friend from North Carolina...Her name's Peyton..She's getting married! And I get to meet her fiancee' tomorrow night.." She said, clapping her hands together excitedly. Sure, she was being a bit loud, but this was a huge event in any girls life. Her best childhood friend was getting married. Wow, Brooke looved weddings.
Haley rushed out of the bedroom, her hair dissarrayed and a tight silk robe around her body, covering the lack of clothing that she had on. "Peyton's getting married?" She asked, her eyes lighting up with delight when she heard the good news.
Brooke simply nodded her head, unable to take the smile off of her face if she tried. "Yes, she is, Little Miss. Sexpot.." She explained with another simple nod. "..And tomorrow night, you and I are gonna go check out the lucky one." Brooke continued on, speaking about the boy that Peyton had chosen to make her husband.
Haley sighed and nodded her head, only to get dragged back into the bedroom by a hand that Brooke would assume to be Nathan's. She once again scrunched her face up in disguist and got off of Lucas's lap a bit awkwardly, taking her seat back down next to him. "Now, where were we?" She questioned, turning off The Real World and turning on Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
"To being hot, single, and lonely.." She joked, clinking her carton of Chinese food with her best friend's. With that, Brooke turned back towards the television happily and ate her food in peace. One thing was for certain, though. With Brooke Davis, everyday is a joyride. So, hold on, sit back, and buckle up..This is gonna be one hell of a ride!
