"Should we take off our shoes?" Peyton asked as she entered.
The three girls had just arrived at Jill's after a quick stop to Starbuck's for frappucinos.
"If you want," she placed her keys on the table next to the door and slipped out of her converse's.
The two other girls followed suit. It was only polite to do the same as the owner of the house.
"Well this is my house," she sighed as she perussed the confinement before her.
Peyton and Brooke looked around. Observing what they could from where they were standing.
"It's reall nice," Peyton gawked at the paintings she could see from the living room.
Brooke was doing the same except at all the abstract furniture as she held her caramel frappucino.
"Did you and Boy Toy do all of this?"
"Yeah. Nathan was a lot of help. He helped me paint, pick out and buy the furniture. He even helped when the delivery men came and dropped it off."
The girls exchanged surprised looks.
"Wow. That was really nice of him," Peyton got out as she sipped her vanilla frappucino.
"Yeah a little too nice, if you know what I mean," Brooke spoke out sarcastically in a whisper but not soft enough that Peyton couldn't hear.
Peyton nudged her. She was treading on the relationship friendship line between Jill and Nathan again.
"Let's go upstairs."
Jill lead the girls up to her room, giving them a tour of the house along the way.
Brooke had gotten a little anxious so she left the girls who were admiring the Monet painting in the hallway. Brooke didn't care much for art so she told the girls she would wait for them in Jill's room. She was left in awe when she opened the door to find what was inside.
"Oh my god is this your room?"
Peyton walked over to the shocked Brooke and peered inside the room.
"Loving the walls."
"Thanks it took forever to finish."
"Nathan helped out with those too?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Boy Toy painted stripes and polka dots, who would've guessed?"
Jill walked over to the polka dot wall.
"He pretty much worked on this wall only. The rest I did."
Peyton laughed.
"Okay now that sounds more believable."
The girls giggled as they settled themselves in the strikingly bright room. Both Peyton and Jill sat on the bed while Brooke still curious roamed around the room peering into every nook and cranny.
"I can so see myself having a room like this," she squealed, "it's a mixture of both me and Peyton but more me cause if you've seen Peyton's room you'd know why."
Peyton shot Brooke a look.
"Hey what's that supposed to mean, what's wrong with my room?"
"Yeah what's wrong with Peyton's room? I like the whole vintage theme."
"Okay you two, no need to get all defensive it's just a room, but P.Sawyer you've got to admit it's a little depressing."
"I like it like that."
"I know you do, it's your style but not mine. I'm not saying I hate it because I like it, believe me, but you know me I love bright colours that are really pretty."
Peyton nodded.
"Yeah that's true," she thought for a minute, "okay you're forgiven."
Brooke flashed her pearly whites, "thank you."
Brooke walked around Jill's room playing with her trinkets and opening cabinets. It was her way of observing things. Brooke had sticky fingers.
"Oh my God!." Brooke squealed as she opened the door that lead to Jill's walk-in closet, "look at all these clothes," she rifled through each hangered item, "I love this," she yelped at the sight of a yellow polka dot tank, "and this," she picked up a pair of Manolo flats, "Can someone say clothing heaven? I am so going shopping in your closet Model Girl, borrow shopping that is."
The girls laughed at Brooke who looked like she was a kid in a candy store except in this case the kid was her and the candy store was Jill's closet.
"Calm down Brooke, you may want to ask Jill before you go all crazy with her clothes."
Brooke looked at Jill with pleading eyes. She mouthed off 'please' continuously.
Jill laughed.
"How can I say no to those beady eyes?"
Peyton shrugged gulping down the rest of her drink.
"Easy, like this, no."
Brooke scoffed.
"You are so uncool sometimes you know that?"
Peyton made a googly eyed face, "I know but you still love me."
"Lucky for that."
Jill stared at them and laughed. They were just like her and Sheryl. Man did she miss her bestfriend.
"Don't worry Brooke you can borrow my clothes anytime, just remember to tell me in advance."
"Promise," she squeaked as she scanned the closet some more, "this side of your closet is my most favourite. The other side not so much. It's more like Peyton's style."
Peyton sat up looking into the closet.
"Ooooh looks like Brooke isn't the only person who'll be borrowing things, better put me in there too."
Jill laughed as she sipped into her brownie frappucino. Her cup was still full as opposed to the other two who had either already finished or was on the verge of done. She liked to drink her drinks slowly. Who knew why, it was just something that stuck with her since she was a child.
"Note taken," she giggled.
Brooke was going through Jill's hanging cubbies staring at her shoe collection until she came across the bottom one filled with clothes.
"Hey who's shirt is this? Oh and shorts and more shirts?" She questioned as she held up the large white crew neck tee.
Jill looked over at Brooke.
"Oh that's Nathan's."
"All of them?"
She nodded.
"Mhmm."
Brooke and Peyton looked at one another.
"Interesting," was all Brooke could get out.
"Umm Jill what are Nathan's clothes doing in your room, well more like closet?"
"Sometimes he sleeps over."
Both girls' jaws dropped.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Peyton just nodded her head but Brooke had sinister ideas growing in her mind, her Grinch grin said it all. She was learning new things about Jill everyday, maybe she wasn't all that innocent after all.
"Well well well, Boy Toy and Model Girl playing married couple after dark. Pretty freaky stuff, who would have thought?"
Jill choked on her drink with the sound of Brooke's words.
"What?" She tried clearing her throat, "oh it's nothing like that. Far from it. We're just friends Brooke, remember?"
"Are you sure?"
"Last time I checked and all the other times you cared to question, yes! Nathan and I are just and I repeat just friends, nothing more."
"Suit yourself, but I'm telling you in advance the more you two deny what's going on between the two of you the sooner someone moves on and finds someone else, in the form of oh I'll just say," she paused, "Bevin."
"Brooke I'm sure of myself thanks, and for your information I like Bevin and I think her and Nathan would make a really cute couple. I did after all sort of hook them up."
Brooke nodded.
"Uh huh! Keep telling yourself that hun, whatever makes you feel more like the saintly nun."
Jill crossed her arms, "I don't have to tell myself I know."
Brooke continued to nod, "Uh huh okay."
The dark haired girl scoffed, "Brooke!"
The brunette just smiled, "you know I love you Model Girl, I just like to give you grief because I know it pisses you off."
Jill laughed as she shook her head and threw a pillow at Brooke's face.
"Hey!" Brooke fell off the bed trying to save her face from getting hit.
"That's for pissing me off because you can," Jill giggled.
Brooke pulled herself up from the ground and positioned herself back on the bed. She was rubbing the side of her head that she partially hit when she fell, but pain wasn't the issue, her giddy laughter subsided the hurting.
"Ow," she giggled, "okay I'm going to stop bugging you with the whole Boy Toy situation before I end up with a sling over my arm, or better yet a concussion."
Jill pointed her finger at her, "good idea."
Brooke looked over at Peyton who was sitting opposite Jill. She shared in their laughter but she never really spoke much since they got there.
"What about you P.Sawyer, any luck with the guys or is Lucas around too much that no guy has approached you yet?"
Peyton just stared. She was speechless, on the outside that was! On the inside her mind was filled with all sorts of voices. Her heart was beating like a jack hammer and if it wasn't for all those veins and arteries attached to it, not to mention her rib cage, it could have popped out of her chest. She couldn't believe Brooke brought up something like that. First of all her question consisted of dating and Lucas all in one, but it wasn't meant to be together. Brooke asked if she was seeing anyone, but she brought up Lucas as a barrier to her future relationships, not as someone she'd actually be dating. The joke was on her though! Her and Lucas were in fact getting somewhere on a relationship basis, and it was only a matter of time until they told her. Peyton was petrified. She dreaded the day they'd have to tell Brooke, but it was inevitable. They had to someday, just not now.
"Peyton?" Brooke waved her hands in the blonde's face, "earth to Peyton, you there?"
Peyton broke out of her thoughts," huh? Oh yeah, sorry," she cleared her throat, "umm no still single."
"Well that took long enough for just an 'umm no still single," she mimicked Peyton's answer, "god Pey, it was just a question, not rocket what do you call it?"
"Science," Jill provided the missing word.
"Yeah that, rocket science, whatever."
Peyton looked down.
"Sorry, I was umm sort of day dreaming."
"Well snap out of it bestfriend, are we not fun enough for you as it is?"
"Umm no it's not that," she was trying to think of a diversion, something to take her off the hook, "I was just thinking about the mural. We're not done yet and I heard it's going to pour out tonight. I don't want it to get ruined."
"Don't worry Peyton, I covered our wall with plastic and water resistant duct tape so I doubt any trace of water can get through."
"Oh okay, then I guess I don't have to worry about anything," she was lying through her teeth.
Brooke still on the foot of the bed had her head hung low. She had blown up on her bestfriend for what? Because she was worried about her art wall.
"Sorry Peyton."
"For what?" She noticed Brooke's sullen face.
"For going all postal on you, I shouldn't have. You were just concerned about your art and here I was getting angry over your passion for caring."
"Brooke," she tapped her friends foot, "you out of all people should know that it takes more than your pyscho bluster to get me worked up. That's how you are and I wouldn't have it any other way."
A smile grew on Brooke's face, "thanks P.Sawyer."
Peyton returned the smile, "anytime B.Davis."
"Okay enough of this kodak moment, let's do what girlie girl's do, let's talk about boys. What you love and can't stand about them? I'll go first, and Model Girl you have to show me some of that hair stuff, can't be a girl's day without essentials," she was back to her random ranting.
"Here we go, back into the Brooke vortex, hold on tight Jill."
The three girls giggled sharing the rest of the afternoon together.
Author's Note: (at the bottom today) Weak chapter I know, Sorry! There'll be better ones to come!
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