Brooke threw a random skirt from her closet and onto her bed, searching for the "perfect" outfit for tonight. She must have tried on a million different combinations of skirts and shirts but none of them seemed to go well. Then, if she did find the perfect shirt and skirt, Brooke was unable to find the perfect pair of shoes, thus ruining the so called "perfect" combination. Being a fashion designer had its perks, of course, like having millions of clothes, but it also hurt you... Majorly. Brooke had so many clothes that if you stared at her closet too long, you'd get dizzy from all of the different colors. Hell, sometimes, going through it was a disaster on its own. She rarely cleaned it, didn't throw anything out, and still had a million things that she'd never in a million years wear simply because she "learned from that mistake".
Even if she does make clothes, not all of the clothing in her closet is from her label. Brooke loves clothes, obviously, and Clothes over Bro's is one of many fashion labels that her closet showcases. For example, at this moment, the brunette just threw a Gucci black spaghetti strap dress onto her bed for her five month of Terrier to use as a peeing mat if she pleased. Brooke then proceeded to pick up a green Versace halter top dress, which she actually considered for a moment or so.
Brooke held it up to her body as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, tilting her head from side to side. "Hmm..." She debated, her face scrunched up in concentration. Just at that exact moment, Haley walked into the room, already dressed and madeup. "Brooke! We were supposed to be there five minutes ago!" She scolded her little sister. Brooke shrugged indifferently and turned around, holding the dress up a bit more so that Haley could see.
Haley thought for a moment, attempting to picture the dress on her little sister. "Nah, go with the red Louis Vuitton." She urged before hurrying out of the room. "Hurry up, Brooke!" She called out as she closed the door. Brooke stared at the red dress which was in her closet, then looked back to the green dress in her hands. She shrugged off her sister's advice and put the dark green halter top dress on instead.
Once the brunette was dressed and ready, she walked out of the bedroom, grabbed her Louis Vuitton handbag, and walked with her older sister out of the apartment and towards their car. Upon arriving at the car garage, Brooke got into the passenger's seat almost automatically, too nervous to drive. What if Peyton's fiancee' hated them? What if they hated Peyton's fiancee'? The possibilities were endless, weren't they?
Before Brooke could even begin to process her thoughts, Haley pulled them up towards the small Italian restraunt. Brooke sighed a little bit before getting out of the car and linking arms with her sister as they walked inside. Both girls began to look around for Peyton, but Brooke stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed someone.
"Ohmigod!" She announced, her free hand covering her mouth. Haley stopped as well and sighed, not in the mood for Brooke's antics right now. "Brooke, you can show me the hot guy later. Can we please find Peyton first?" She pleaded, rolling her eyes slightly at the brunette who seemed to be frozen in place next to her.
Brooke simply shook her head, unable to move. "No, Hales..That's the guy I told you about." She whispered, nodding towards a guy by the bar. "The guy I met..The one I had that fling with..The one that never called me back." She whispered sadly, unable to take her eyes off of him. Before Brooke got the chance to react, she heard a small 'uh-oh' come from her sister.
Brooke looked over at Haley, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "What's 'uh-oh'?" She asked curiously, following Haley's vision back towards Chris, the boy that Brooke had fallen for so many months ago. She took in a sharp breath at the site in front of her, not believing what she was seeing. There, right in front of her, Chris..Her Chris..was kissing Peyton Sawyer, who had a huge diamond on her left ring finger.
With the sudden urge to vomit over taking her, Brooke quickly turned around, trying to make it out of the bar without anyone seeing her. Much to her dismay, she was able to hear someone calling her name. With tears threatening to spill over in her eyes, she turned around, trying her hardest to smile at the blonde who was standing in front of her.
"Brooke!" Peyton announced, wrapping her childhood best friend up into a tight hug. Brooke stood there for a moment or so before doing the same and wrapping her arms around Peyton. She closed her eyes tightly as a single tear fell from her cheek, her breathing becoming a bit more regular as the hug continued on.
They pulled away and Peyton stood next to Chris, who was staring at Brooke quite uncomfortably. "Brooke, this is my fiancee' Chris. Chris, this is Brooke.." She introduced them. Brooke stared at Chris, not knowing what to say or do. Did she act like she didn't know him? Did she act like they did?
Chris took the first step, holding his hand out for the seemingly terrified brunette to shake. "Chris Keller..." He greeted quietly with a nod, avoiding eye contact with her. Brooke was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more so. Things were so complicated, though–He never thought that he was going to have to see her again, let alone have her be the Maid of Honor at his wedding.
Brooke swallowed as hard as she could, shooting gamma rays of hate at Chris through her eyes. "Brooke...Davis." She said, equally as quietly as she shook his hand. Haley stared at them before clapping her hands together and pointing towards the table that had already been reserved for them. "Uh..Let's eat." She said, linking her arm with Peyton's and leading the way to the table.
Chris put the hand on the small of Brooke's back and sighed, making his way to the table with her. "Brooke.." He whispered, but all Brooke did was shrug away from his touch, shaking her head with a mix of anger and disguist. "Don't you dare talk to me." She whispered back to him.
Brooke put a fake smile onto her face as they sat down, having the unfortunate job of sitting next to Chris. The whole night, he tried talking to her, but she continued to ignore him. Luckily, Peyton seemed oblivious to the whole entire thing.
Halfway through their main course, Brooke's cell phone rang, causing all conversation at the table to stop. She went through her small bag and answered it, holding up her index finger to signal to them that she'd only be on the phone for a moment or so.
"Hey, Luke.." She said cheerfully, a small smile immediately crossing onto her face when she saw who it was on the caller-ID. He always seemed to have some sort of sixth sense when it came to her needing him. Whenever she did, he was right by her side without a second thought.
"Hey, pretty girl.." He greeted, using the nickname that he'd come up with for her years ago. "How's dinner going? He pass your test?" Lucas asked with a small grin, laying down on his couch as he watched football with Nathan.
Brooke sighed a bit and shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Oh, we'll have fun talking about it tonight..I promise.. I'll be at your place as soon as I can, alright?" She asked, smirking a little bit. Brooke began to pick apart her napkin. Whenever she was nervous, she always had to be moving her hands. No matter what, her hands were constantly doing something.
Lucas nodded his head, getting ready to hang up the phone. "Alright..Have fun..That sounds eventful..Love you.." He hung up the phone with a smile, only to receive a glare from his brother. Lucas simply laughed and shook his head, knowing that Nathan was going to make some feeble comment about his relationship with Brooke. He'd heard it a million times before and really didn't find it necessary to hear it for another million times.
"You guys act like a married couple.." Nathan muttered, taking a sip of his beer. "You might as well just be dating.." He shrugged his shoulders tiredly, allowing that thought to linger with his brother for a little while longer.
Lucas laid his head against the arm of the couch and sighed, thinking about what Nathan had said. Why weren't he and Brooke a couple? Quite honestly, he couldn't think of a good reason for that question. So, instead of making an idiot out of himself, Lucas simply smiled and looked back at the large, flat screen tv, watching the rest of his football game in peace.
Meanwhile, Brooke hung up her phone and sighed contently, sticking it back into her bag. "Sorry, that was just Lucas.." She explained absent mindedly, waving her hand off as if it were no big deal. She took notice of the way that both Chris and Peyton's ears perked up and she raised an eyebrow at Peyton, still choosing to ignore Chris completely.
"Is he gonna come to the wedding?" Peyton asked, taking a bite of her food. Brooke scrunched her forehead together in confusion, letting out a small laugh. "Why the hell would Lucas come to the wedding?" She asked, not understanding what Peyton meant.
Peyton set her fork down and laughed, shaking her head. "Lucas...He is your boyfriend, isn't he?" She asked, shaking her head.
Brooke's eyes widened in shock and she couldn't help but notice how interested in this question's answer that Chris was. She shook her head, a wicked smirk toying on her lips. "Lucas?" She questioned, laughing a little bit. "No, he's not my boyfriend.." Brooke fiddled with her hands under the table as she gave them that ever so famous Brooke Davis dimpled smirk.
"He's my fiancee'." She lied with a nod, hoping that no one noticed that Haley nearly choked on her drink. Brooke stared directly at Chris as she spoke, getting enjoyment out of the fact that his face was now as white as a ghost.
