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Author: Casandra

Email: Don't own em, which sucks for me. But for Mark Schwann and Co who do, it's the farthest thing from suckage

Rating: PG-13, no smut from me.

Warning: If the thought of two consenting woman having feelings of a romantic and touchy feely sort bugs you, well grow up and learn some tolerance.

Distribution: You can find my work at Femslash Dot Net, No Other Way and Realm of the Shadow. If you're interested in it, please drop me a line before taking it anywhere.

Feedback: Love it, could live on it, even if I do need to go on a diet.

Pairing: Brooke/Peyton

Spoilers: Pretty much anything is fair game, but particularly the season 2 finale and the entire Brooke/Lucas/Peyton triangle drama.

Summary: Brooke finds Peyton's journal in a surprising place, the secrets locked inside are even more surprising. Set post Season 2.

Author's Note: I've never written One Tree Hill fic, total virgin at it. But there's a severe lack of Brooke/Peyton fic out there for some reason that's completely unfathomable to me. Lack of fic, makes one want to write apparently. So here's my attempt, hopefully it's not half bad. Thanks to Nikki, Rachel and Gaby for being inspirations in the B/P fic world. This is going to be swapping out from different point of views, the first installment starting with Brooke. I find I can get inside the characters head a bit better by writing in first person.

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I sat slumped in one of the hard plastic chairs that lined the windows of the semi deserted terminal of the New Brunswick airport. I really am not a fan of flying, something completely illogical about a couple hundred tons of steel soaring high above the clouds at thirty thousand feet. Just makes me nervous. Peyton teased me about my anxiety when we had to fly down to Texas for cheer camp two summers ago. I could crisscross the country a dozen times on a jumbo jet and still be scared to step on the plane each and every time. And this stupid delay is not helping at all, it's just giving me time to sit and worry that much longer. I already gave the gate attendant a piece of my irritated mind, so aside from actually storming up to the air traffic control tower and demanding that they somehow clear up the rain clouds, there really isn't a whole lot I can do but sit here. And to make matters worse, I'm already starting to miss Tree Hill, and I haven't even left yet.

"Brooke!"

I whip my head around to the unmistakable voice of my best friend. She's rushing towards me, weaving her way around the few people milling about the walkways past the metal detectors. How she got passed those grumpy security guards I have no idea. I stand up to meet her halfway, finally taking notice of the duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"So you want to come with?" I'm half joking, although we had discussed her coming out to California with me for a few weeks, just to have a break from all the drama that seems to surround Tree Hill like a vacuumed sealed bag.

She shakes her head, tossing her blonde curls around her shoulder before sending me one of those amazing half smiles of hers. And not for the first time lately I'm left wondering why I've noticed how gorgeous her grin is.

"Don't I wish." There's something in her voice as she says that, something that wasn't there a few hours ago when we said goodbye for the summer. I try to take a closer look, but she's guarding herself, she's already thrown up the wall that makes itself so well known when she's trying to avoid opening up to me.

"So you're here why then?" I laugh a little to try and lighten the rapidly declining mood, even though all I want is to know why Peyton seems so distant.

She reaches forward, the strap of the duffel bag sliding off her shoulder in the process, dropping lightly to the tiled floor of the terminal.

"You forgot your last bag. I dropped by Lucas' house after I gave Deb the keys to Tric, I thought I might be able to see you off after all." She drops unceremoniously into one of the plastic chairs, obviously a little out of breath from her apparent rush here. "I went home after all I found was Lucas sitting on his bed pouting." She gives me a curious look, I'm sure wondering what happened between Broody and me after she left. Before I have a chance to explain anything, she raises her hand to halt me. "I can just imagine, really Brooke."

I cock an eyebrow at that. "You think so?"

She grins back at me knowingly. "Let me guess, you love him, he still loves you, but it's too little, too late and you left anyway, crushing his fragile heart and ego. And you probably cried the entire cab ride here too, didn't you?"

I blink a few times, once again stunned at just how well Peyton knows me. After all this time you'd think I'd be used to her being able to pretty much read me like a book, but it still surprises me. I only hope I can claim to know her just as well. My fish out of water impersonation apparently is good enough to send her into a giggle fit, something that brooding, pouty P Sawyer doesn't do often enough. I can't help be feel a small sense of accomplishment in getting her to lighten up, as inadvertent as it was.

She calms down long enough to finish the story that somehow got interrupted mid point. "Anyway, I got home and I found this sitting outside my closet. It's your overnight bag that you keep at my place, I thought you might need it for the summer." I can hear the sadness creeping back into her tone. And once again I'm reminded that we're going to be separated for over three months.

"Now boarding, flight 210 direct service to Los Angeles International, now calling first class ticket holders and economy rows 1 through 8, please report to Gate 23."

I roll my eyes a bit, of course after waiting all this time for the damn rain to clear, they finally start boarding when I really don't want them to. Peyton stands up and ushers me towards the growing line of California bound Carolinians. I once again cock my eyebrow at her.

"Oh come on Brooke, I was with you when you opened up the arrangements from your parents. Besides, there's no way you'd step on a plane with anything other than a first class ticket."

I stick my tongue out at her, laughing a bit. Peyton takes the shoulder strap of the bag and slips it around my neck, releasing it slowly so that I don't sag under the relatively light weight of it. I look towards the rapidly receding line of people in front of me, suddenly feeling panicked, as if this will be the last time I'll see Peyton. It's an irrational thought, I realize that as soon as the feeling sinks in, but I can't seem to push it away. I pull her into a crushing hug, tucking my head onto her shoulder, not wanting to let go for anything, especially not for a summer with my parents.

Peyton laughs a little, but I can hear her trying to stifle the tears hiding right under the surface. "Come on Brooke, I thought we already did this."

I just hold on tighter. "We did, so what?"

I can feel her tighten her arms around me too. "I know." She barely whispers, her warm breath softly tickling my ear.

"Don't forget, no turning off the web cam. I wanna be able to see you whenever I want." I tease, still not releasing the hug, even though I can hear the businessman behind me starting to huff in annoyance.

"Kinky bitch." Peyton finally pulls away, smirking at me devilishly. I can't believe how much I'm going to miss her.

"Miss, your ticket please." The stewardess looks less than pleased with me, but I honestly could care less. I reach into the back pocket of my low riders and haphazardly pull the crumpled boarding pass out and thrust it towards the increasingly annoyed woman.

I turn back towards Peyton who's watching me with obvious amusement, completely used to my little temper tantrums after being my best friend for ten years. I reach up and instead of pulling her back into a hug like I'm sure she expected, I gently lean in and place a kiss on her porcelain cheek. She turns a bit towards me though in the process, and I end up brushing her lips for a split second instead. I certainly didn't expect the jolt of………..something, when our lips touched, however briefly it was.

"Miss?"

Oh that lady is going to get a Jimmy Choo up her ass if she tries to herd me one more time. Pulling away I look into Peyton's eyes, wondering if she felt anything at all like I did. From the dazed expression flitting across her hazel orbs I imagine she did. But I can't think about that right now, not with three months apart looming over us. I'm sure whatever that was will go away in no time.

"I love you P Sawyer." I smile, winking at her as I turn and proceed down the jet way, flashing a dirty look at the pushy American Airlines lady as I pass her.