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Warning: Femslash

Chapter Two:

The last week had gone too slow for Peyton, she felt completely drained. Her father had left for some place in Europe again for five weeks. After Lucas pushing her over she had felt completely drained and down. Just having Brooke there had helped her a lot. But one thing was clear to her, she didn't need the razor, she had actually talked to someone about it: Nathan.

She had told him about the one time since she made him the promise three years ago and he had listened and told her he understood. She thought he would have been angry but he hadn't he said that they had to do something one evening every week, where they would get something to eat or catch a movie and then just go back to hers and confide in each other. He had also said that she would be helping him out if she were to also listen to his problems. Just having someone like Nathan around also helped a whole lot.

Tonight Brooke was sleeping over and they were going to watch loads of video's, pig out on Beer and Popcorn. Or Wine, depending on what was in the house. All she had to do was finish his damn Biology retake and that was the end of term for her and she would have a whole two weeks off without any Biology. Because she had been behind she had to have extra lessons for the first week of the holiday, two hours a day. Lucas was doing French catch-ups.

She had only seen Lucas a couple of times since the incident and he had actually done what she had asked him to; he gave her space. Her head was clearing up but she still wore a small white plaster on her head by her hair to make sure it didn't open up and get infected. The doctors had given her a clean bill of health. One day this week Brooke had come into school to hand in a paper, they had walked by Lucas and they had completely ignored each other, that was fine but the look of pity she got from Brooke was worse, did she think she was in love with Luke? True she had been in love with Luke, and part of her would always love him but now she loved someone else. Someone she shouldn't: Brooke.

Sometimes it was hard having her around all the time and not being able to tell her the truth about how she truly felt but most of the time it was just comforting. Having the one person in the world that you truly loved was just comforting to her.

For the last week Peyton had been just how Brooke had thought she would be; a façade. A good façade, a practised façade but still a façade, shielding everyone from what she was feeling inside. It was Peyton's way of protecting herself from getting hurt by people she loved, she had a great thick wall up. One that was invisible to the naked eye, but one that a few people that got close enough to her, cared about her, noticed. Brooke was one of them, so was Lucas, Nathan, and Karen. The others, Deb, Mouth and Haley, they hadn't go close enough yet, but one day they would and they would meet this great fat wall.

The wall she had blocking people out was painted moody and dark, but in truth Peyton was full of colour. So many different colours, all of them for a problem she had: her mothers death, her fathers absence and now this, the love triangle from hell. Brooke landed back in reality when a hand swatted the back of her head.

"OW!" Brooke said as a reflex, "P Sawyer what was that for?"

"Were you even listening to me at all, or even watching the movie, it finished like five minutes ago and I've been talking to you. Where were you? On second thoughts in that little mind of yours I don't want to know. So do you?" She asked expecting an answer. Brooke had zoned out and completed missed whatever it was Peyton was talking about.

"Huh?" She asked confused and it made Peyton laugh.

"You were really off in your own world weren't you? I-asked-if-you-wanted-some-chocolate-ice-cream. I-was-going-to-go-get-some." Peyton asked, pronouncing every world like she was talking to a three year old. This time it was Brooke's turn to swat her.

"Don't act stupid Peyton, it's chocolate ice-cream of course I want some, do you even need to ask? But I am definitely coming with you 'cause you give me the smaller portion and give me way too little chocolate sauce. I never get enough." She said getting up.

For the first time ever when she walked through the house to the kitchen she looked around the place properly. There were hardly any pictures anywhere and it was all impersonal stuff that could belong to anyone. In truth the only personal space in the whole house seemed to be Peyton's bedroom. Then Brooke realised she was doing it again, zoning out while Peyton was talking to her. She tried to catch the gist of what she was saying.

"-ad is away again for the holiday, so I go the place to my self for the whole holiday and a couple of weeks after. It doesn't really other me, means I get the place and I get to come and go when I want. I think he thinks I am mostly out anyway, wouldn't surprise me if he cut out the electricity, gas and water." She said. Brooke realised she was talking about her father. They were now in the kitchen and Peyton had retrieved two bowls, the tub of chocolate ice-cream and the sacred chocolate sauce. Just as she was about to say something her cell phone started to ring.

"Hello? Hey Mom, What's up?…What?...Where am I supposed to stay?...I'll ask her. Peyton can I stay here for the holidays, my MOTHER has decided to let the Heinemann Family from Chicago stay in it whilst they visit their sick Grandmother. Please say yes P otherwise I got to go all the way to California and stay with them while they are away on business." She begged, she really didn't want to have to visit her parents.

"Of course, you can bunk in my room. It'll be fun." Peyton said looking up from the chocolate sauce, she had a mischievous look about her which meant one thing: she was planning something.

"Yeah…mom she said it's fine. OK…" She was getting bored of her mother, she was going through a whole list of stuff she needed; PJ's, overnight stay bag, toothbrush, clothes…etc…etc. Just as she was about to interrupt her mother she was attacked by a glass of freezing cold water thrown from Peyton. It attacked the nerves in her back as it slid down. She had squeeked in surprise and her mother asked what was the matter. "Nothing mom, just Peyton dropped a spoon in the kitchen, shocked me, I've got to go love you." She said and hung up the phone. She glared at Peyton, if looks could kill…or throw water. She looked at the smiling Peyton down to her now soaked clothing and smirked showing off her dimples. "P Sawyer you are so dead." She said and then lunged for a glass and quickly filled it with water, as soon as it was filled to the top she threw it through the air to Peyton. The water slapped Peyton's skin and clothing making her scream in response, the water from the tap really was freezing. She looked at Brooke and her eyes were amazing, so full of life and laughter, something Brooke hadn't seen in a while. Then she smirked at her and that was when she realised she was holding a glass of water. "Peyton, don't even think about it. Peyton!" She screamed when the cold water slapped her body. It was cold. She immediately jumped for her glass and the tap, Peyton did it at the same time. They then turned and faced each other, glasses at the ready.

"Truce?" Peyton asked.

"Truce or fake truce?" Brooke checked. As she did she was surprised to be caught off of alert by the offending cup of water. She shrieked and threw hers in Peyton's direction. After a few seconds they looked at each other and burst out laughing. The place was soaked, they were soaked but it was fun. "You, P sawyer, look like a drowned rat, but I thinks it's sexy in a kinda cute way." She said knowing she was in dangerous territory, flirting with the person she loved was always dangerous but she couldn't help herself. After all, it was true Peyton did look Sexy and cute soaking wet.

"Yeah? You don't look so bad yourself. Now move your butt and get me the mop. Wouldn't want your pretty face slipping now would we?" Peyton asked slapping her butt. Brooke was shocked, P Sawyer was actually flirting after a shocking comment and being very bold about it.

"What are you insinuating, that I'm a klutz?" She asked smirking and mocking hurt. Peyton just giggled and walked past her to get the mop from the cupboard. She mopped up quickly and replaced the mop. "See it was so much more fun for me to watch you do it Blondie." She smirked, back with the flirting. They had done this so many times before but neither being so bold with their statements before, it was like practise for them. But little did Peyton know that it meant so much more for Brooke.

They sat down at the breakfast bar and ate their ice-cream silently, finally Brooke got bored and a sudden idea popped into her head. She suddenly leaned over the bar and plopped a drop of chocolate sauce on Peyton's cheek. When a startled Peyton almost jumped out of her skin Brooke giggled.

"Sorry Peyt couldn't resist. Will you ever forgive me?" Brooke asked in the most innocent voice she could muster.

"Only if you lick it off." Peyton stated smirking mischievously and then grabbed a cloth wiped it off and went back to eating her ice-cream. Back to the flirting and Peyton was being so bold tonight. Before Brooke caught onto her own actions she leant across the breakfast bar and licked Peyton's cheek. She immediately sat back down when her brain caught up with her actions.

"Sorry you missed a bit." She said to Peyton's questioning look. Peyton smiled and went back to her ice-cream. 'Way to go Brooke' she thought silently.

After finishing their ice-cream Peyton moved the bowls over to the sink ready for the next time she did the dishes. When she turned around and faced her Peyton burst out laughing, Brooke raised an eyebrow. Before she knew what was happening Peyton was stood in front of her and leaned in, for a split second Brooke thought she was going to kiss her, but then slowly licked her cheek. Sending shivers down her spine.

"Sorry you missed a bit." She said and smiled at the dazed look that was plaguing her features. Before Brooke could do anything she had grabbed Peyton and pushed her roughly against the cement pillar that stood in the middle of the room and pressed her lips against hers. She was so caught up in the kiss she nearly didn't notice that Peyton wasn't kissing her back, nearly. When she did she immediately pulled back and took a step backwards.

"Sorry, I didn't-" Peyton cut her off.

"Shut up Brooke." Peyton said and pulled her by her waist to bring her closer to her, as she came crashing against her Peyton crushed her lips against hers and started kissing her.

At first the kiss was desperate and nervous, then they relaxed into the kiss and it became heated and passionate. Both of them wanting it to last forever, not wanting it to end. Peyton softly bit Brooke's bottom lip, sending sensations all through her body. Then Peyton moved on to stroke her bottom lip with her tongue, Brooke knew what she was asking but was a little surprised that it was Peyton being the leading one, the more bold. She was asking for entry and Brooke allowed her to enter and their tongues massaged each others, seeking and exploring each others mouths. It suddenly dawned on Brooke that it was Peyton being more impulsive and daring; did she feel the same way? Or was she just making out with her best friend? The movements of Peyton's tongue and her own made her easily forget those thoughts for the moment this was all that mattered. What helped her forget them even more was Peyton; her hands were starting to explore her shirt, tugging gently on the hem of Brooke's shirt. Now all Brooke could do was think of Peyton and the sensations she was sending through her body. She hadn't even noticed that they had been moving until she fell backwards onto the coach, Peyton falling on top of her. She needed air and was grateful to Peyton when she brought her lips away from her mouth onto her neck and started leaving a trail of kisses down her neck onto her collar bone.

For the first time since the kiss they paused and Peyton sat up over her, Peyton's legs were wrapped around her waist and her hand were now on the arm of the coach above Brooke's head. Peyton was breathing heavy, they stared at each other, both silently asking the other if they wanted to continue, Brooke's message must have been received because Peyton brought herself back down onto her and crushed their lips together again, this time forgetting about pleasantries like asking for entry with her tongue just doing it. Brooke liked this new side of Peyton, the controlling daring Peyton, so she edged her on by stroking her back seductively and finding her other hand in her soft blond curls.

That night they went further than either of them had expected the other to allow the kiss to progress to, and both of them not realising that the other was thinking and feeling the same way: that they loved the other.

Peyton, at first, was a little confused. Where am I? She thought as she sat up and looked around, it was her living room. Then she remembered the events of last night. They had been eating Ice-cream and flirting and then Brooke licked her, it had been a shock at first. Then she did the same. There was chocolate sauce on her cheek. Then Brooke had kissed her, Brooke had started it. What did that mean? Peyton was more confused than ever, was that just a one time thing? They had slept together, that was definitely a first.

Time to time they had flirted and made out, it had been Brooke that taught her to do French kissing. Peyton hadn't known how to and was nervous so Brooke taught her. It had been an interesting experience. But now that wasn't Brooke teaching her anything, they were just eating Ice-cream and then it progressed into a lot of flirting. And then that.

That, was fantastic. There was no forgetting that in a hurry but what did it mean? Peyton didn't know where she stood anymore and it wasn't helping. Were they just friends who got carried away or what? How did Brooke feel?

Little did Peyton know that whilst she was laying in the front room thinking those things Brooke was doing the exact same thing in the bathroom. Both of them wanting to know the same thing:

'What does this mean?'

OK so that was the 2nd chapter, did you like? I'll update soon if I get some reviews (HINT, HINT)…