REVIEW, plz. Any way here is my new story. Hope you like, let me know what you think.

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Disclaimer for the WHOLE story: I do not own or have anything to do with One Tree Hill, even if I wish I did.

Saturday

Chapter One:

Today had been one of the worst days of her life.

When she had been little and her mother had died the only person really there for her had been Brooke and ever since then they had been best of friends…until today. Last week Brooke had found out about her and Lucas and today Brooke and her had had another confrontation, she knew if she could just get her to listen she could explain and it would make her forgive her. Then again if she did that Brooke would find out about the other stuff, the darker stuff. Stuff only one person knew about – Nathan.

Even though during their relationship he had mostly been an ass, before that when he had found her in her room in the state that she had been in he was the one person she trusted to be there for her even through that. She hadn't meant for it to go like that. He had ended up as her friend and rock, then as a person to lean on and then something more than that. That was what had ruined their relationship, her having to lean on him all the time.

She thought about him, Nate, as she sat on her bathroom floor with the door bolted shut just in case her knight in shining armour happened to pop by or anyone else. They would assume she was out, she always kept the doors open anyway. She was alone again and she hated being alone, it was the one thing she really couldn't handle well. This time it was even worse. No one was talking to her. That was when she had made the unconscious choice of stepping into her bathroom, razor in hand. The metal sliding across her thigh, her forearm and the sensitive skin under her arm, which was normally hidden. She chose places where she was sure, unless she showed them, no one would notice the red scratches. Of course for a few days she would have to give up on the rock t-shirts that showed off her forearms and she would have to wear a jacket or something but for the meantime, as the initial pain subsided and the stinging started she revelled in the refreshing feeling.

That was why she did it, not to hurt herself although sometimes that was the first intention but the after feeling. Like a lift had been shifted and he could breathe again. Free. Not being told what to do and just doing what she wanted. For some unknown reason she never drew blood, that would be harder to hide and explain if someone did see, she just applied enough pressure on the metal object to leave a red mark with a thin scratch that stung for an hour or two. Her worries would disappear and she could be her again. It was good, actually better, than having a great deep breath of fresh air. It made her feel not alone anymore, not misunderstood or ignored, it made her feel normal again. Made her feel like herself. It made it better. She no longer was drowning in a sea of comments and orders and orders. She was free and it felt great. But she'd hide it from the world, what she had done.

Not because she was ashamed, she was making herself feel better where was the shame in that? No she hid it so there wouldn't be anymore remarks, worse ones, that she could do it if she chose to, if she needed to feel better again. She hid it so no one could stop her, that would make it worse, they'd just be telling her what to do and that was why she had done it in the first place.

A hour passed and she was still sat there, razor now forgotten just relishing in the stinging feeling and the refreshment when she suddenly started noticing the feeling was creeping back into her. Her bathroom seemed suddenly empty and she had to get out of there. She put the razor neatly away to avoid suspicion and in a haste grabbed her coat like she had said she would earlier and headed to her car. She needed her best friend and she was going to have her.

The journey to Brooke's house was longer than she remembered and instead of knocking she opened the door instantly. She knew her parent's weren't in, it was still a Saturday night and even though Brooke would normally be out she knew she wasn't. Peyton climbed the staircase and went straight to the door she knew led to Brooke's room, she was about to knock when she heard voices inside. It was Brooke and Lucas. Why did he have to be here?

Before she knew what she was doing she had pushed open the door and immediately Lucas and Brooke turned to look at her with confusion, and in Brooke's case anger.

"Now here's the third wheel, come to gloat and retrieve your boyfriend?" Brooke asked bitterly and Peyton knew it was an act but it still stung, and not in the refreshing kinds that came from the cut of a razor. A hurtful way that drove her to need the razors trusted help. To go back on a promise she not only made herself but also Nathan: that she didn't need and wouldn't use the razor anymore. Tonight had been just too much for her to bare and she just wanted things back to normal.

"No, I…I…I need to speak to you alone." She said pointedly and glared at Lucas, giving him the message to go away. He nodded and started for the door.

"Peyton, If you change your mind I'm here waiting for you until you're ready." He said and left with a tiny wave out of habit she was sure, because it was timid and weak.

"So lover boy's waiting for you out in the car, how cute…where's a bucket so I can hurl?" Brooke said acidically.

"That's not what he meant, he meant in general. We broke up." She said and her hands suddenly became interesting.

"Wow what am I supposed to say? You finally got your priorities sorted and we can all be friends again? Well I can't forgive and forget just like that Peyton. Now you told me you can get out of my house." Brooke said and Peyton's heart split even more if that was even possible anymore. "Are you deaf? Get OUT!" Brooke yelled and threw a pillow at her, hitting her square in the head. It hurt but she didn't care. She sobbed and sunk to the floor in front of the door, leaning her head against it as tears started to pour. She sat there whilst Brooke stood in the middle of the room in silence for a few moments before Peyton trusted her voice to speak.

"I'm sorry! Sorry…I…I just wanted to hurt you. It wasn't about loving him, it was you all about you. I'm sorry just…sorry." She said, the last sentence becoming a whisper. Brooke kneeled in front of her.

"You did this, going behind my back with Lucas because you wanted to hurt me? I was meant to be your best friend for Gods sake. Why? Why would you want to do that to me?" Brooke asked with tears streaming down her face as well.

"Because…you hurt me all the time. You don't mean to but you do. People always leave it's the way my life works." She said and Brooke gave her a strange look. And Peyton rolled her eyes, she was sure making a mistake that she would regret later. "You do leave, all the time, just like Dad, you keep leaving and you keep coming back and I am always left dreading how long you are sticking around for this time. It hurts more than when they just leave and don't come back." Peyton said silent tears falling down her cheeks. She saw Brooke soften for a moment then the wall was in place again. This made her even more upset and she couldn't help but start sobbing uncontrollably. Begrudgingly Brooke softened and took her in her arms and Peyton for the first time in the last few months felt safe because she was finally in the arms of her best friend again, the girl she had learnt to love, even if she wouldn't admit it to her. She had been in love with Brooke Davis for longer than she could remember.

Brooke watched the sleeping beauty in her arms as she breathed lightly whilst she slept. That night had been full of unexpected events, first Lucas showing up and then Peyton. She felt sorry for the blond girl in her arms, it was obvious she had some issues she needed to straighten out and maybe her going with Lucas had been her cry for help because all the others hadn't worked. It was also obvious to her now that even though Peyton had hurt her she hadn't really wanted to, and that she needed her more than ever. And Brooke wasn't going to let her down now, not when she had no one else to turn to. Especially when she herself had just realised how much she needed P Sawyer in her life, how much she wanted her in her life. She loved Goldilocks and a stupid guy like Lucas Scott was not going to ruin their friendship.

Peyton started to stir and in her sleep unconsciously grabbed tighter to Brooke's waste, enveloping the awake girl in her arms whilst still sleeping herself. Brooke had to swallow, this was what she had wanted for so long if only the sleeping beauty knew that her actions, even in her sleep, meant so much more to the brunette than she'd ever know.

Brooke hesitantly let go of the sleeping Peyton and got off of the floor, she stretched her muscles and then silently went over to her dresser and got out two pairs of PJ's. He got herself changed and then gently poked the other girls thigh and gently removed some of the golden locks that had cascaded onto her face.

"Peyton." She whispered not wanting to startle her. "Blondie wake up, you can't stay on the floor all night. Come on." She said lightly tapping her face. That did it and her gorgeous green eyes that melted her every time presented themselves from underneath their soft pink cases. Brooke smirked at the cute dumbfounded expression Peyton was fashioning. "Finally, come on. Get into these PJ's and then we'll go to sleep. You can't stay on the floor all night. I'll warm up the bed." She said and her heart fluttered. She was hoping tonight would be like all the other nights, when Peyton was asleep she always unconsciously cuddled up to Brooke. Brooke knew she shouldn't because she was her best friend and another girl, but she loved it when they slept over each others houses. Peyton nodded and went to the en suite bathroom to change.

That night was just like the others, Brooke was the last to fall asleep and always was awake when Peyton snuggled up to her in her sleep, then she would fall asleep and felt totally at peace.

Last night had been ok, she had poured out her heart and Brooke had responded, they were acting like friends again. But Peyton still didn't know where she stood, had Brooke forgiven her?

Peyton was always the first to wake up, for some reason Brooke always slept an hour longer. But Peyton didn't mind, she just enjoyed laying there listening to her long time crush's breathing and watching how her nose twitched ever so slightly every few minutes or so. She was so peaceful and cute when she slept. Brooke's hair was a mess and all over her face, Peyton gently swept it out of her face so she could see her beautiful face. In her sleep when she unconsciously bit her bottom lip she looked so cute and her dimple made their appearance. Even in her sleep Brooke had a hold over her and she couldn't look away. So she just lay there watching her and hoping when she finally woke up she would still be ok with her and everything that it wasn't just out of pity; a one time thing.

Suddenly Peyton's relaxed feeling had gone and was replaced by insecurities and fear. What if Brooke just yelled at her and told her they couldn't ever be friends? It would hurt so much, could she bring herself to go through so much hurt? Not after last night and everything she had poured out and that wasn't even half of the story. She quickly made a decision based on her fear and grabbed her clothes and sneaked out of the room. She didn't stop until she was in the kitchen. When going past the living room, where she had first intended to go, she found the room inhabited by a passed out Mrs Davis. Who was sprawled out on the three seater coach from drinking too much alcohol. In the kitchen she quickly pulled on her jeans and put on a black shirt, it took her what seemed like forever to do up the buttons. She grabbed a brush and combed through her curls that were one great big mess. She sighed and thought about leaving a note but thought if her parents found it first it would be embarrassing. So she didn't and instead quickly folded the PJ's and put them in the washing basket. She then left hurriedly before Brooke woke up and drove home quickly.

Brooke had noticed as soon as Peyton got out of bed, she waited a few moments thinking she was coming back but when she didn't she silently made her way downstairs. Her mother, like usual, was sprawled out on the coach unconscious. She went to the kitchen and stopped in the door way. Peyton was getting changed and was in just her jeans and black lace bra. Brooke had never wanted anything more than she did right now, to just walk over there and kiss her right there. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding when Peyton covered herself up with a black shirt that looked really good on her. Brooke kept silent and watched as her best friend struggled about whether or not to write something down. Eventually she had chosen not too and just left, Brooke sat at the breakfast bar and tears sprung into her eyes. Why couldn't they just get back to normal? Peyton had never left before, she was probably scared that she was still mad at her.

Twenty minutes later Brooke was all dressed and ready for the day, she looked at the clock. Peyton should be at home by now, she logged onto her computer and went to her site. And like she had been sure of there sat Peyton in her room drawing. Brooke reached for the phone and dialled the one number she didn't need to go through her phone book for. After three dials someone in her house answered but it wasn't Peyton.

"Hello, Mr Sawyer speaking." Larry said cheerfully, he was hardly ever home but when he was he acted all cheery like nothing was wrong. He left Peyton in that house more than three quarters of the year. She had to gulp when she remembered the image of Peyton crying, opening up about how much it hurt when her father kept leaving her. She then noticed the sign on Peyton's wall, that had been staring her in the face for years at how her best friend was feeling, 'People always leave'. "Hello?"

"OH, Hey Mr Sawyer it's Brooke, Can I speak to Peyton please?" She asked and he walked into Peyton's room.

"Sure, maybe you can talk some sense into her. She's so stubborn." He said as she watched him hand over the phone to Peyton.

"Hey." Peyton said and Brooke looked as Peyton tried to shoo her father out of the room. Finally he left.

"So what have I got to make you see sense about?" Brooke asked carefully as she watched Peyton put aside the drawing and sit up straighter to talk.

"Retaking Biology, I failed. Dad is going on and on about how I'll need it in the future life – like I'm going to be a Doctor. I mean seriously who needs to know about Synapses and motor neurones?" Peyton asked smiling. Brooke giggled. "So what are you phoning for Brooke?"

"When I woke up you were gone, you didn't even leave me a note. I thought we were going to talk about what happened last night and what you said this morning?" Brooke asked whilst carefully studying her best friend over the webcam. Peyton started to fidget with the hem of her shirt.

"Look Brooke, this morning I had something to take care of. And last night…" She let her sentence trail off and topped fidgeting and she had tears in her eyes. "I was drunk, I had drunk some stuff and just done something stupid and was all worked up. I understand that you don't…can't be my friend. Look I got to go Biology retakes are beckoning me." She tried to get off a sore subject. Brooke felt a little disappointed, Peyton was lying to her about the drink. She hadn't been drinking, it was obvious. She didn't smell of alcohol, she had driven over there and this morning she had no hangover. She was lying and Brooke knew why. Even though they were best friends Peyton always had this think wall up between her and everyone else including her best friend. It was always in place. It had gone up the second she learnt of her mothers death and had never fell yet. Maybe last night it had started to crumble just a little, only to be reinforced this morning.

"Peyt, before you go. What are you doing tomorrow night? I hear Nate is throwing a celebratory party at his father' beach house, all the cheerleaders are invited. I thought maybe we could go together, she the world, well Tree Hill, that no guy gets between best friends. Up for it?" Brooke asked and giggled at the happy expression on her friends face.

"Of course, thanks Brooke." Peyton said and shortly after they both hung up and were both happier throughout the day.

The next two days were fantastic for Peyton, her and Brooke were friends again and she now felt completely stupid for going back to the razor. She felt so good that she had actually gotten ready for the party early. She was so into her own world that she didn't realise Brooke was standing in her doorways until she cleared her throat. She nearly had a heart attack.

"Brooke! Do you want me to come to this party or do you want to scare me to death?" Peyton squealed holding a hand over her heart for effect.

"Ha, ha very funny Goldilocks, have you got any Vodka? I'm going to need a drink before I let you drive me over there. And I just got the worse news ever…Karen and Deb are chaperoning the party, apparently they didn't trust us. They will be there to look after everything, including trying to stop excessive drinking. So I need my Vodka." Brooke whined walking over to the cabinet next to her bed and looking up at her. The cabinet besides her bed was the one place Peyton was guaranteed privacy, both Brooke and her father never went in there: it was like a silent code between father, daughter and best friend. Looking at Brooke's puppy eyes and dimples she sighed and made her way over to the cabinet and took out the bottle for Brooke, who after pouring two shots placed the bottle in her purse for them to bring with them to the party. Peyton raised an eyebrow at her and smiled when she sighed and flopped onto the bed. Peyton did the same, things were finally getting back to normal. "Let the fun begin." Brooke said mischievously and smirked before they both started laughing hysterically on their way to the car.

Karen hadn't been to a party like this in years, it was odd to see how the newer generation partied; it was a lot like the way they had partied when they were in high school, just a little bit crazier. Everyone she knew and who she didn't from that generation was there. Brooke, Nathan, Peyton, Time, Mouth, Haley and Lucas and the rest of them. There was alcohol at the party and some people were already drunk. Lucas being one of them, he was a bit depressed and had already shot back a few beers, Karen just hoped he didn't get out of control.

"I haven't been to a party like this in years, you?" Deb asked taking a sip of her water.

"Me either." Karen said smiling, and just as they were about to start having a conversation small group of guys, three or four, came and stood next to them.

"So Brooke and Peyton are looking H-O-T tonight, I'm in for a chance tonight with the blond I can feel it." He said laughing whilst scanning the area. Deb and Karen shared a look and a smirk. "Hey guys go away she's coming over." He said to his friends, and as Karen looked into the crowd she saw he was right Peyton was headed to the drinks table. He went and stood in front of her just before she reached the table. "Hey Peyton, you sure are looking good tonight, can I get you a drink? And I'll throw in a little something extra just for you for free, if you get my meaning." Glancing back at his friends who were drifting around near them. Deb smirked and Karen couldn't help but smirk back, he truly was pathetic. Like a lot of guys that were in their high school.

"Sure let me just get my coat…" Karen and Deb frowned at each other when they heard Peyton's response. "and my Barbie Dream house. No. Now would you mind getting out of the way, I'm trying to get a drink?" She said and Karen smirked. She looked over at them and he wasn't budging from his spot, blocking Peyton's path to the drinks.

"Are you sure 'cause I sure think you should reconsider?" He asked, still the same idiots not realising when no meant no.

"Move now Jerk. No means no." Peyton said trying to get past, she was getting annoyed, it was written all over her face. He was still standing his ground though.

"What's your problem Peyton?" He asked thinking it was impossible for anyone to turn him down.

"At the moment, You." Peyton answered, annoyance edged into her voice. Karen's smiled was disappearing more and more as they were still talking to each other, if he got high rate it would be a disaster. He just wasn't getting the message. "Now move."

"Dyke!" He accused angrily.

"Jerk." She said back. Karen looked at her, she was really pissed off. "Go try get off with someone else."

"Who? Your Mother's corpse?" He asked and started laughing. Karen's smile was completely gone now and the hurt was evident in Peyton's features. She had tears starting to appear but wiped them away quickly and then in one swift movement punched the guy to the ground. She stepped over the guy, got two cups of punch and as she walked over the guy she paused.

"I was thinking more along the lines of Tim." She said kicking him in the groin and smiling at Karen and Deb as she walked past. "Guys in this town are jerks, you get used to it." She offered and walked over to Brooke who was stood mouth open facing the whole scene that was in front of her. Nathan walked over to Peyton and placed a hand on her bare shoulder and then headed towards her and Deb.

"What happened?" He asked looking at the guy who was still on the ground holding his jewels.

"Peyton showed him it is un-cool not to take no for an answer and then insult a dead woman." Karen said glancing at the girl that had just landed a guy with one punch, she must have been really angry. Nathan nodded and then grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck and yanked him off of the ground.

"Don't ever come to one of our parties again, 'cause I'll let my ex girlfriend deal with you." He said and then made sure he was off of the premises.

Karen watched as Peyton and Brooke started to laugh about the whole thing and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of her son Lucas stumble over to the girls, he was drunk. She sighed but didn't intervene, he had to learn this for himself.

Peyton's wrist hurt like hell, that guys face had been harder than she had first thought it would be. When he had mentioned her mother she had just lost it and punched him. Everyone knew not to talk about her mother especially not in a bad way. She had trouble talking about it seriously to anyone, even Brooke.

Her and Brooke had been friends like forever and yet they had a grey area, an area where things were sketchy and they knew not to talk about stuff. Her mother was in that area, well most of the time, now and then they would remember her but apart from that they didn't really mention her. Another thing that seemed to be put into that area at the moment was Lucas. She laughed at something the brunette said but was cut short when she felt embrace her from behind in a giant bear hug. She saw the hurt in Brooke's face and immediately knew it could only be one person: Luke.

"Peyt-on," He slurred her name, 'Great' she thought sarcastically. This was just what she needed at the moment. "Are-w-e-OK-Ay-now?" He asked his words jumbled. She shook his arms off of her and turned to face him.

"Luke, how much have you had to drink?" She asked and was answered by him cupping her face and trying to kiss her. "Karen!" She yelled to the older woman who was headed their way. "Take him home and sober him up. I can't deal with him like that." She said and waited until they were walking away from her to turn and face Brooke. As she was about to say something she felt someone fall into her and she lurched forward into something hard. The last thing she saw before falling unconscious was her hand coming away from her forehead red and Brooke scream her name.

Brooke watched the scene unfold in front of her and was surprised at how jealous she felt when Luke came up behind Peyton and hugged her and then tried to kiss her. The even more surprising thing was that she wasn't jealous of Peyton but of Luke. He got to hold her and try to kiss her, someone else was holding her best friend. The girl she loved.

Then Karen came over and convinced Luke to leave Peyton alone and go home, but once Peyton turned to face her again Lucas sprinted towards them again. She shook her head thinking he was pathetic. But instead of stopping he flew right into the back of Peyton and pushed her forwards angrily. She lurched through the air on impact, dropping her drink and going head first into the chest of drawers. Brooke called out her name when she saw Peyton touch her forehead and it came back bleeding. There was a huge gash in her forehead. Peyton then blacked out.

"Peyton come on wake up. This is all your fault." Brooke said pointing angrily to Lucas, who after seeing what he had done had completely sobered up.

"I…sorry." He said looking down at the unconscious girl. Brooke sighed and ordered Mouth and Nathan to carry Peyton onto the coach. Whilst this was happening Deb and Karen had told everyone else at the party to leave. Soon after it was only a few people left: Karen, Deb, Nathan, Haley, Lucas, Mouth and herself and of course the unconscious Peyton.

"Lucas go make yourself a strong coffee and just…wait somewhere. Haley call a Doctor. Deb do you have a first aid kit here in the beach house?" Karen ordered, taking charge of the potential life threatening situation and people responded to that and did as they were told to. Karen herself kneeled in front of Peyton and slapped her cheeks lightly trying to stir her from her unconsciousness. "Nathan, get me a damp flannel please." She ordered. Brooke was thankful that they older woman wasn't making her leave her best friends side and letting her hold Peyton's hand. Soon after they were all back in the living room after fulfilling what had been asked of them. They had the first aid kit, damp flannel and were waiting for the emergency doctor to arrive. Brooke held onto Peyton's hand tighter as Karen pressed the flannel against the cut, cleaning it out. As Karen pulled back the flannel it came back completely red, her head was bleeding a lot. She rinsed it out and pressed it against the cut again, as she did Brooke's sighed in relief because Peyton squeezed her hand and her eyes flew open. Trying to sit up she immediately winced as more pressure was placed on her forehead. "Stay still please Peyton. We called the doctor, he should be here in a moment. Until then I want to clean this cut out and put a bandage on it." Karen said soothingly as she proceeded to clean out the cut. Brooke showed her agreement by squeezing her hand, Peyton glanced at her and then sat back against the coach not wanting to lay down. While Karen cleaned out the cut and put a bandage on Peyton's forehead she winced all the way through. The cut was on the side of her head, just before her hairline.

"Great, I get a hangover and I didn't even drink." Peyton joked and Brooke couldn't help but laugh, only Peyton could do that. Joke when she could have been seriously injured or worse.

"Hey at least you saved me from a hangover from hell, I was in the mood for some serious drinking but now I have to stay sober to drive your ass home. And now I'll have to miss talking to my mother tonight when I get home because someone has to stay with you." She joked, she really hadn't been looking forward to talking to her mother tonight. Peyton laughed but they were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was the emergency doctor. Brooke noticed her best friend-slash-long time crush stiffen when he arrived, she had had a great dislike for any doctor since her mothers death. Brooke squeezed her hand again and Peyton turned and smiled at her; a fake smile but still a smile.

An hour later and the doctor had been and left and the rest of them had all had a coffee together. Now it was time to go home and she noticed Lucas slowly making his way over.

"Bye guys, see you at school tomorrow, finally the last day of term. A whole two weeks off." Peyton smiled and made her way out of the door, with one foot out of the door a small raspy voice stopped her. Brooke saw Peyton close her eyes.

"Peyton." Lucas said standing up from his seat. "I'm sorry; I really didn't mean to do that." He said; he looked so sincere.

"We all saw you Lucas, you pushed her. And thanks to you she's got a great big cut on her forehead." Brooke said angrily. He dipped his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, I was drunk and in a bad place…" He let his sentence trail. Brooke was furious with him, she would like nothing better to see Peyton do to Lucas what she did to that other slime ball.

"Hey it's ok Luke." Peyton said staring at the floor but not turning around to face everyone in the room. She had her back to everyone, her and Lucas. Brooke was confused and felt betrayed, Was she siding with him again? She was just so confused and looked around to see the others confused as well. Karen had raised an eyebrow. "Shit happens and life goes on, like always. Just do me a favour Luke, give me space. I think that's fair enough to ask, and after tonight I think you owe me that." She said and Brooke could see from where she was standing that whilst staring at the floor Peyton was also shedding tears. They were streaming down her face. Brooke suddenly doubted that she just did what she did to hurt her, or in the process fell in love herself. Brooke's heart went out to her, she was after all willing to give that up for her.

"Peyton, please I need you, I l-" Peyton held up her hand to stop him.

"Stop, just stop. I can't deal with that, I asked you for space I need that." She said looking at him for the first time, and they both had tears in their eyes. She waited for him to nod before she turned back around and left. Brooke didn't follow straight away, she couldn't, she was stuck to the floor looking at the closest friends, apart from Peyton, she had and wondering, like they were, 'what the hell?' Finally her feet began to move and she followed her heart out into the night to Peyton's car, where she sat, glistening tears flowing freely down her face whilst she sat facing forwards. Just staring out onto the road. She didn't even look at Brooke when she got in the car. "See, People always leave." She said and sped off down the road. Faster than she should have.

That night Brooke didn't sleep, instead just held the sleeping Peyton in her arms wondering what was going on in that little head of hers. What was her release? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't talking to her best friend about it, did she keep a journal, talk to someone? Even through these thoughts thins in her own head were becoming increasingly clearer, even if her 'Blondie' was in love with Broody she didn't care because it was clear to her now that she wasn't in love with him. In fact what she had thought just a few hours ago to be a silly crush was something more, the person in her arms now was the person she was in love with. 'If only you felt the same way.' She thought as sleep finally overtook her.

So here is my new story and my first One Tree Hill fic. So tell me what you think, good or bad? Should I continue?

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