Author's Note: Hey everyone. I'm here with a quick update. I'm so glad that you guys all liked the first chapter and are as excited about this story as I am. This chapter isn't the best, but I really wanted to get another one out to you. You may be confused with the way they interact compared to how I described their relationship in WWHT, but all of that drama is coming, I promise.

I kinda rewrote history with this chapter, and I'm not too sure, but there's a good chance that I may not be sticking to exactly what I wrote in earlier chapters of WWHT, I can't remember or be bothered to check, so I'm sorry in advance.

Please enjoy this chapter and please, please remember to leave me a review.

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"Then this creepy looking guy, I swear he had to be at least 40, came up to me and asked me if it hurt when I fell from Heaven," Brooke told her, laughing in all the right places during her story. Haley blinked a couple of times to make sure that she was still awake, and nodded her head so Brooke would think that she was actually listening to what she was saying. "I mean, come on! How many times have you heard that line?"

"Oh, um," Haley stuttered, surprised at Brooke's question. She hadn't said anything in about ten minutes, and she was starting to think that Brooke's story was never going to end. "A few?"

"I know, right?" Brooke continued, not catching the hesitance in Haley's voice at all. She brought the mug to her lips and chugged down the last of her now luke warm hot chocolate. When she placed the empty cup back on the counter, Haley jumped at the chance for something to do and quickly grabbed it, moving around the counter to wash it out. Brooke watched Haley's movements with a raised eyebrow, and waited to continue her story, but she noticed Haley's posture with a smile. "I'm boring you, huh?"

"What?" Haley asked, genuinely surprised that Brooke could tell that she was bored. Well, no, she was sure that was obvious, what she was more surprised about was the fact that Brooke would even take the time to actually notice that she was bored out of her mind. She glanced over her shoulder to be meet with Brooke's knowing smirk before she quickly turned back around and busied herself with cleaning the mug. "No, no, you're not boring me."

"Yes, I am," Brooke argued, playfully. People may think that she was self absorbed, but she knew when someone was listening to her or not. She learned that after many years of friendship with Peyton, a girl that couldn't care less about most of the things that she talked about. "You had that vacant look in your eyes that Peyton gets everytime I open my mouth, and you practically jumped at the chance to wash that."

"That was just…" she trailed off, trying to think of something. The last thing that she wanted to do was offended the queen of Tree Hill High. She wanted friends, and not listening to the most popular girl in school when she was talking to you, wasn't the way to make them. "I'm a very clean person."

"You're a very bored person," Brooke corrected with a laugh. She couldn't help but noticed the way that Haley's whole body moved as she scrummed her mug. She tried not to think about how weird her thoughts were as she folded her arms and leaned against the counter to get a better look. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand and watched the other girl in amusement. "It's okay, Tutor Girl, really."

"I wasn't not listening," Haley tried, knowing that she had been caught. She sighed, and turned off the water, placing the mug on the counter beside the sink and turning around to meet Brooke's delighted face. "I'm just not really into… Okay, fine. I completely zoned out about two minutes into your story."

"I knew it," Brooke cheered, leaning back and clapping her hands in glee at her observation. Not many people knew that about her, but she was really good at reading people, she always knew what they were thinking, what they were feeling. "I'm sorry I'm sure a bore to you. You know, most people think I'm absolutely fabulous."

"Well, I'm not most people," Haley offered sheepishly, hoping that she didn't hurt Brooke's feelings by her actions. Judging by the cute smile on her face, Haley could only assume that she didn't. The smile on Brooke's face didn't disappear at her words, but it turned into a more genuine one.

"No," she agreed, as if just realizing this now. She titled her head to the side slightly; like she was trying to get a better look at Haley in hopes of understanding how she worked or something. "You're not."

"Is that a good thing?" Haley asked with an uncomfortable laugh, not liking the way that Brooke's eyes were roaming her pretty exposed body. She unconsciously began to tug at her shirt, her eyes moving down to see just how wet her clothes were. God, she was giving Brooke an eyeful.

"Definitely," Brooke assured her. She noticed that Haley was growing uncomfortable under her gaze and quickly averted it, looking around the café for a more appropriate item to ogle. "So, um, if you're not interesting in my amazingly interested clubbing adventures, then what would you like to talk about?"

"We could talk about you," Haley suggested, dropping the towel she had been using beside Brooke's mug, and moved back around the counter, sitting back on her stool beside Brooke.

"We were just talking about me," Brooke stated confused. Haley smiled at her and shook her head, finding her confusion endearing, when she used to find it annoying and stupid. "And I was boring you."

"That wasn't you," Haley pointed out, her eyes softening. She didn't think of it before, but she just realized that Brooke was probably so used to trying to impress people with her sexual history, that she didn't even think to talk to her about something real, something about herself. "I mean, about your family, what you do for fun, what you want to do when you go to college, what your favorite movie is, TV show, you know, that kind of thing."

"I've never really talked about that stuff with anyone," Brooke mused, thinking about everything that Haley just suggested. Haley was right, she never talked about the stuff that mattered to her with her friends, it was always just superficial stuff, like how hot a certain guy was, or the latest fashion that was out. "Bevin, Theresa and the rest of the squad aren't exactly that interested in that kind of stuff."

"Well I am," Haley smiled brightly at her, starting to get some of her confidence back. The more she talked with the Brooke, the more she seemed to realize that Brooke Davis wasn't really the person that she showed to the student body, she was just like Haley. She patted Brooke on the knee encouragingly. "Come on, tell me all about your plans for the future."

"You'll think it's dumb," Brooke decided out loud. As the words left her mouth, Brooke realized how nervous and unsure she sounded. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt this way in front of someone. It was like she was trying to get Haley's approval or something. "I mean, you're all Brain Girl or whatever, you're probably planning on being a doctor or something."

"I actually don't know what I want to be yet," Haley answered back in honesty. She knew that a lot of people assumed that just because she worked really hard to get good grades that she had her future all mapped out, but the truth was, Brooke was more likely more certain about her future than she was. Brooke looked at her in surprise at her confession. Haley laughed slightly and waved it off. "I still got a couple of years before I've got to worry about that. But stop trying to change the subject, out with it. What's your dream job?"

"I've kinda always wanted to be an actress," Brooke confessed with a sheepish look, afraid to look at Haley in fear of seeing an amused look on her face. She finally looked up at Haley and was happy to see that she didn't seem to think that Brooke was stupid at all.

"That's not dumb."

"I figure I'd be good at something like that," Brooke continued; glad to see that Haley wasn't laughing in her face for having such a shallow dream. "I mean, the way I am at school, that's kind of like an act, you know? So, I might as well get paid for it. Not to mention that I love to be adored."

"What a shocker," Haley teased. See, she knew that Brooke could be interesting. She knew that she could have an intelligent conversation with her, if she just chose the subject. She just needed to get Brooke to understand that she didn't need to put up her superficial mask with her; she wasn't interesting in the fake Brooke. "Have you ever acted in anything before?"

"Just life," Brooke answered as if it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't until just now, that Brooke realized just how much she was missing out on. High school was supposed to be about finding yourself, and about hanging out with your friends, making relationships that should last your entire life. What was she doing? "How am I doing so far?"

"I'd say pretty good," Haley answered, careful not to offend her in anyway. She wasn't exactly sure what answer Brooke was looking for. Brooke didn't seem to mind the answer, since she was expecting it, and just smiled at her. "Are you acting now?"

"Nope," she simply answered, avoiding eye contact with Haley. She didn't think that Haley would hurt her or anything, but she suddenly felt really vulnerable around Haley. She couldn't remember the last time that she had let her guard down like this. When she was around Peyton, she tended to tone it down a little bit, but she still acting ditzy sometimes. She wasn't sure what it was about Haley, but she felt like she could be herself without the risk of getting hurt. "Right now, I'm 100 genuine Brooke Davis."

"Well, don't I feel privileged?" Haley laughed it off as if it didn't matter much to her, but for some reason, knowing that Brooke was comfortable enough to be herself around her, it made her feel really special.

"You should," Brooke teased, finally regaining eye contact. "I don't just let anyone see the real me, you know?"

"So what makes me so special?" The moment the words left her lips, Haley wished that she could take them back, but it was too late. She didn't want Brooke to get uncomfortable, or feel like she had to say something to her stupid question. She knew that she have just been happy that Brooke trusted her enough, but for some reason, she just needed to know the answer.

"You're just you," Brooke answered, eyeing Haley, trying to figure it out for herself. Haley felt nervous under her gaze but tried to play it off. The last thing she wanted was for Brooke to think she had that power over her. "You're different then everyone that I usually hang out with. Like what you did before, when you went out to save my car. I honestly can't think of one of my friends that would have done that for me."

"Lord knows Peyton wouldn't mess up the do," Haley laughed, glad that Brooke didn't seem too bothered by her prying.

"Oh God, least of all her," Brooke laughed with her. "Not to mention the fact that she's always hated my car."

"Aw, but it's so cute," Haley insisted. She shook her head, picturing the look of disgust on Peyton's face at the sight of Brooke's very girly car. She could definitely see Peyton hating it, especially compared to her old black mustang. "I would love to have a car like that. Or any car for that matter."

"Aw, you don't have a car?" Brooke asked, suddenly feeling the need to change the roles in this situation. As much as she loved to talk about herself, and that was a lot, she really wanted to know more about Haley for some reason. Haley rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"God, no," Haley blew out, finding the mere suggestion hilarious. "There is no way in hell that my parent would ever buy me a car."

"That sucks," Brooke told her, as if she didn't know or that it would make her feel better. She couldn't imagine what she would do without her car; it was her baby. "Why don't you just save up some money and buy one yourself? I mean, you have a job and everything, right?"

"Because this is for college," Haley answered, sliding off her stool to move behind the counter again. Brooke watched her and she moved around, grabbing a box of something and making her way over towards to toaster. Haley glanced back at her, noticing that she was watching her. "Want anything? I'm just making some pancakes."

"Uh, sure," Brooke answered, unsurely. She thought it was weird that a café would have frozen pancakes, but she didn't want to say anything at the moment.

"Anyway," Haley continued as shoved the pancakes in and started it. She tossed the box back into the mini fridge beneath the counter and decided it would be best just to stay on that side for now, and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the cool mantel and turned to face Brooke. "Karen opened this place up a few years ago, and I applied for the job the first day. She didn't even look at my resume or anything, just tossed me an apron and the rest is history."

"How old were you?" Brooke asked. A part of her just wanted to picture an adorable little Haley, but the other part of her was really curious. She couldn't picture herself having a job now, let alone at whatever young age Haley must have gotten her job. "13 or 14?"

"I think I was a few months away 14," Haley replied, trying to remember in her head. She thought back to that year and nodded. "Yeah, cause it was a little bit after Christmas, and my parents had actually taken the time to drop by. They suggested that since I was heading into high school, I should get a job, because Taylor couldn't afford to buy me lunch everyday or something like that."

"Ouch," Brooke hissed under her breath. "So let me get this straight. You're parents not only refuse to buy you a car, they aren't paying for your college, they forced you to get a job before you're legally allowed and they don't even feed you?" Haley frowned when she thought about it like that. She never really thought things were that bad for her, but now that she thought about it, maybe they were kinda harsh.

"Well, they're never home, so they feel that they shouldn't have to pay for the groceries," Haley reasoned, repeating the words that her and her sister had been told countless times. "Apparently it's enough that they continue to pay the rent on a house they barely even live in anymore, and we should be grateful that they don't sell it and make us move into some crappy apartment."

"That's horrible," Brooke exclaimed, not believing that there were actually parents out there that were like that. Sure, her parents were hardly ever home, and all they did for her was sent her money, but she never really thought about what it would be like if they didn't even care enough to do that.

"It's not that bad," Haley shrugged, smirking at the genuine look of pure shock and disgust on Brooke's face. It was pretty sad when even Brooke Davis felt bad for you. No, that wasn't fair, Haley thought. So far Brooke was being very nice. "Karen's really great, she's always been my mom anyway, you know? She always gives me good hours and makes sure that Tay and me are okay."

"Taylor's your sister, right?" Haley nodded, figuring that Brooke had probably heard of her through school. Her big sister certainly had a reputation at Tree Hill High. Haley thought she could probably give Brooke a run for her money in the whoring around town department, as sad as that was. "I've heard a lot about her. You guys get along?"

"Amazingly well," Haley asked with a proud smile. Not many people knew it, but Taylor James had the best heart of anyone that she knew. She didn't show it to many people, but she certainly showed it to Haley, and there was no one that she loved more than her big sister. "We're complete opposites really, as I'm sure you can gather from everything that you've heard, but when it comes down to it, we've the same."

"I don't doubt it," Brooke promised, smiling at the way Haley's eyes lit up when she talked about her sister. "I've learned first hand never to believe everything that you hear. I'm sure she wasn't as bad as people make her out to be."

"Oh, I'm sure she was," Haley laughed. Yes, she loved Taylor dearly, but she wasn't stupid. She knew more than anyone what her sister's faults were. "I think she's just like you, maybe. She acts a certain way around everybody, like she's trying to prove something to them, or maybe she's just trying to protect herself from something, I don't know, but she's never been anyone but herself with me."

"That sounds about right," Brooke answered, her voice husky as she looked eyes with Haley. She found it so hard to believe that the girl in front of her, the one that she had never really spoken to directly for longer than two minutes, could nail her so perfectly after just spending twenty minutes together. "How do you know me so well?"

"We're not as different as you may think, Brooke," Haley replied, keeping a steady lock on her gaze. If anyone else had said that to her, Brooke would have told them to go get bent because she didn't think that anyone understood her, but it seemed like Haley did.

"I guess we're not," she agreed, a sad smile on her face. For some reason she hated the thought of someone as amazing as Haley having to deal with the same things as she had to deal with. "You know, my parents aren't really around that much either."

"Yeah, I know," Haley replied without thinking. As soon as her words registered in her head, she snapped her eyes shut and hoped that Brooke didn't call her on it. She never planned on bringing that up. Now that she thought about it, that was probably where most of her premeditated Brooke hate had come from. How could she have not thought of that before?

"Peyton?" Brooke assumed, not surprised that her best friend might have discussed this with Haley. She noticed the pained look on Haley's face and rose her eyebrow. "Tutor Girl? Did Peyton tell you about my parents?"

"No," she forced out, opening her eyes and meeting Brooke's inquiring ones. "I just remember, that's all." God, she really hoped that Brooke would just drop it now, but even she knew Brooke Davis well enough to know that wasn't going to happen.

"You remember?" Brooke raked her brain for any idea of what Haley was talking about, but she came up empty. Should she know what Haley was talking about? She felt like she should. "What do you remember?"

"I remember they were never there when I came over," she answered, silently cursing herself in her head for saying this. She should have just let it go and pretended it was nothing. But no, Haley James just never knew when to shut up. "The maid, Maria, I think her names was, she would always tell us it was time to go to bed, and then she'd come up and tuck us in."

"Wh… what?" Brooke stuttered, not able to find her voice. What the hell was Haley talking about? How did she know about Maria? Haley had never stepped foot inside her house let alone slept over, had she? No, she definitely would have remembered something like that. She saw the disappointed and hurt flash in Haley's eyes for a split second before it disappeared. "I don't remember…"

"I know," Haley shook her head sadly, trying to reassure Brooke that it was okay. She didn't expect anything else. "I think it was the summer between the second and third grade. Lucas was away at some basketball camp all summer and I think Peyton was with her dad on some boat trip. I don't even remember where we met up; I think we just sort of gravitated towards each other because we were both best friendless or something. All I know is that we were together all summer, I think I practically lived at your house."

Brooke desperately tried to think of that summer, wanting more than anything to remember what had happened. She couldn't believe that she had already had this relationship with Haley before. But what was even more unbelievable was that she had somehow ruined it. Looking up at Haley's expression now, she had a feeling that it was her fault that they weren't till friends.

"Oh my God," she whispered, the memories finally returning. "I totally remember that. We went swimming everyday before breakfast and then we would spend the whole day up in my room. You got me hooked on My Little Pony!"

"Guilty as charged," Haley smirked, holding her hands up in a surrendering fashion. She was happier than she'd ever admit that Brooke remembered that summer. "Hey, I had to get you off of Barbie, those things were so passé."

"God, Peyton almost had a fit when she came back and I had thrown away all of my Barbies," Brooke giggled at the memory, before they both feel into fits of laughter at the thought of an eight year old Peyton coming home to that. "She'll never admit it, but she was so obsessed with those damn things."

"I can totally picture that," Haley giggled, imagine her friend now playing with a Barbie doll. After another moment, the girls sobered and calmed down, silence filling the room, as they were both lost in their own thoughts. Haley's eyes wandered to the hard surface under her arms, trying to decide if she should say what happened next. "I came to your house one day and Maria answered the door when I knocked. I asked where you were, cause Taylor thought I should invite you over to our house for the night because she really wanted to meet you, and Maria said that you were at Peyton's house."

"She and her dad came home early," Brooke offered, even though it was completely irrelevant. At the time, she remembered that she really liked Haley, but she always thought that she could only have one best friend, and that was Peyton. And she remembered some of the kids in her class making fun of Haley sometimes because she wouldn't wear dresses.

"Yeah, I figured," Haley mumbled, still staring at the counter. She picked at the edge for a moment, before letting out a baffled sigh, still not understanding what had happened between them all those years ago, and shook her head. "But whatever, right? It was a long time ago. We were just kids."

"I'm sorry," Brooke whispered, even though Haley said it wasn't necessary. She knew that Haley wasn't the kind of girl to demand an apology, she seemed like the kind of girl that wanted to avoid confrontation at all costs, but she still felt the need to say something. "I was a stupid kid back then. I never should have blown you off like that."

"Yeah," Haley nodded, trying to smile at her, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She bit her lip like she always did when she was nervous. She searched Brooke's eyes for any sign of insincerity, but she couldn't find any. "But that night of the Pickerington game, when you were all drugged up, you said and I quote that 'we should totally hang out more often'. That night, I had a great time hanging out with you and Peyton, well Pey mostly, but when you were conscious, you were cool. I was happy that I had made some friends, but then the next day, you guys completely ditched me, you didn't even give me a second glance."

Brooke let her words wash over her, and her heart nearly broke at the sadness and hurt in the other girl's voice. Truth be told, she had always felt bad about the way she had handled that situation the next day. She remembered Peyton saying something about it when they were with the squad in the courtyard. She told them she was going to go say hi to Haley, and they just looked at her like she was crazy. Brooke had quickly done damage control and talked her out of it. She would never forget the look on Haley's face that day when they ignored her. She couldn't remember ever feeling more horrible about something in her entire life.

"Haley…" she tried, fighting past the lump in her throat. Haley meet her gaze, waiting to hear what she had to say for herself. The words got lost on Brooke's lips at the look on Haley's face. Before she could find her voice, the snap between them interrupted her. Haley stared at Brooke's pleading eyes for a moment longer, neither moving, before she snapped out of it, and turned around to get the pancakes.

As soon as her back was turned, Haley closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to steady herself. She couldn't believe that she had just said all that stuff to Brooke. She had never planned on talking about that ever again, and now here she was, trapped with the girl for the whole night, and she was bringing up painful memories. Not the best thing to do.

"You want syrup?" Haley asked over her shoulder, making sure to keep herself busy with getting plates and utensils for them. Brooke closed her eyes, cursing herself for not saying anything moments ago.

"Yeah," she whispered, not knowing what else to say. She watched silently as Haley moved around the back, getting everything that would need. Brooke noticed that Haley knew exactly were everything was, like she'd be able to find her way around with her eyes closed. She must spend a lot of time there, she figured.

"Me and Lucas always eat these for breakfast," Haley explained, turning around with a fake smile plastered on her face as she placed Brooke's plate in front of her and handed her a fork.

"Thanks," she mumbled, uneasy at the look on Haley's face. She knew that she should still say something to explain her actions from before, but it looked like Haley didn't want to talk about it anymore. And a big part of Brooke didn't want to either.

"Lucas always felt bad that Karen and me always cooked for him, so he wanted to make up for it," Haley continued to talk, afraid of what Brooke might as if she stopped. She wanted to drop that stuff, talk about happier things. She reached over to the forgotten stereo and turned it back on, keeping it low for background noise. "He soon learned that he's incapable of cooking anything, so he settled on frozen pancakes and soon enough we were both hooked on them. It's our little tradition you know?"

"Me and Peyton have things like that," Brooke answered, poking at her food for a moment before taking a bit. Haley was right, they were good. "We go to the mall every Tuesday to check out the new CDs."

"That's cool," Haley nodded, glad that Brooke seemed like she was going to drop it too. Tonight was her chance to become friends with Brooke, to get into the popular crowd and not be such a loner anymore. She wasn't going to blow it like she did both those other times. She didn't know what she had done wrong those other times, but she wasn't going to do them again.

"These are good," Brooke commented with a mouth full of pancakes. Haley was brought out of her thoughts by her words. She glanced up at Brooke and started laughing at her, shaking her head in amusement. It took Brooke a moment to realize what she was laughing at and she started to join in.

"Thanks." Haley shook her head again, watch Brooke continue to chow down on the food with a smile. Maybe this night wouldn't be so hard after all. Things were going okay so far.

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I'm sorry if there is any spelling mistakes or other kinds of mistakes, but it's too late to reread this completely. So, just try your best to ignore them please.

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