Yes, so it has been months, but it has been the busiest time ever. So sorry to anyone who is reading this fic.
Chapter 4 – I see you, you see me.
On the Tuesday morning Brooke woke up. And then went back to sleep. The memories of the night before were still fresh in her mind and they were so much better when she had her eyes closed. She'd just told Nathan she loved him ,when a giant curly haired monster came and pounced on her. So much for romance. As her blurry eyes came into focus, she quickly registered Peyton on top of her, and an uncomfortable looking Jake standing stiffly in the corner. He obviously didn't like his girl on top of someone else. And as Brooke was in a good mood, she decided to make things ten times worse for him. Pretending not to have noticed him, she pulled Peyton even closer to her, pecked her on the lips and seductively whispered in her ear.
Jake wasn't to know, but the secret whisperings weren't sweet nothings, they were
"Play along, see how long til he cracks…" Peyton giggled, after all, this wasn't a big deal to them. It wasn't like they were going to do anything. Nothing bad anyway. Brooke slipped off the camisole she wore in bed and then stripped Peyton of her vest top.
They were both now in their bras, a situation very familiar to them, but a situation very unfamiliar to poor Jake who was still stood by the door. At that moment, he was trying to convince himself that this was one of Brooke's pranks, but when they both slid under the covers and he heard noises, he couldn't take it any longer and he pulled the covers off them both.
Underneath were too hysterical girls, not making out like he had half expected them to be. He'd fallen for another of Brooke's jokes. Again.
"Oh my lord, Jake! In ever did see you there! What a surprise! You didn't see anything you shouldn't have did you?" Brooke giggled and sauntered out of her room into her bathroom.
Satisfied she had got Brooke out of bed, Peyton dragged Jake down the stairs and out of the house and the big red door. Jake was still shell shocked, and his mouth was hanging open.
Still, that was what you got for being friends with Brooke Davis.
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Brooke was still giggling by the time she'd got out of the shower, a full 59 minutes after she'd got into it. Brooke hated to have a bath. She couldn't lie or sit down still for more than 5 minutes before she had to get up and going again. It was one of the reasons she went partying. It wasn't just that it made her feel alive, though it did; the main reason was because she hated to sleep. Hated to be still. Luckily, Brooke could get away with just a few hours sleep.
Brooke danced her way down the stairs two at a time. She'd put on some very seductive clothes for Nathan that day. A button down strap top, with the minimum buttons done up. And then she had on her very favourite skirt, the pencil-type-skirt-but-short… very short. With a large split up the back. She slipped on the shoes she'd picked up just the week before, before backtracking up the driveway to get the post.
Even though they were never around, her parents insisted she take in the mail. Unfortunately for them, Brooke had the memory of a goldfish, and when, if ever, they returned, they'd find a large stack of mail overflowing the box. Sure enough, Brooke had to stagger into the house carrying them all. As tradition, like she'd used to when she was little, she checked the mail for anything that could be for her. Only, unlike when she was 8, she now had mail! She tried to stop the smile that spread across her face. Brooke ripped open the envelope, she'd never been one of those girls to open her presents slowly. No no no, she'd have them ripped open before you could say Santa Claus! And the same went for her mail. Brooke opened the letter, and on it were just a few words.
'I've seen you looking at me. I make you smile,
I see you and you see me.
Lx'
Brooke slumped on the kitchen chair that was luckily placed behind her. Yeah, maybe she'd got a lot of love letters in her life. But this one was different. It chilled her right down her spine, yet she felt warmth all the way down to her toes. Who could this person be? Brooke shook herself, why was she getting so stressed about some stupid letter? It wasn't as if it meant anything. The voice in the back of Brooke's mind spoke differently however. This was not some stupid letter. If it made her feel this way, then it had to mean something. A small smile spread across her face. An admirer; and not one of those 'Roses are red, violets are blue, until we are dead, I'll always love you.' No, this was more personal. Only someone who knew that a smile was the most important thing in the world to Brooke could have written that letter. Or was she reading too much into it? It was a love letter, from someone who liked her.
The smile Brooke had been wearing since she'd read the letter was suddenly banished from her face. Nathan. He'd been so sweet to her the night before, the best night they'd spent together. She felt more in love with him now than she ever had. SO why was she so happy over a stupid letter? Brooke put it down to tiredness and started to scrumple up the letter so she could throw it in the bin. The next thing she knew, however, she had stashed it under the loos floorboard under her bed. In such a gorgeous new house, no-one would have expected there to be loose floorboards, but when she'd been young she'd begged her daddy to loosen up the floorboards. Luckily he'd been gone so long he didn't remember this fact and so this hiding place was just for her. Brooke kept safe though and checked she knew where everything was inside them.
Brooke couldn't bear to put this letter in with all the things she'd kept from her time with Nathan, so she found a new floorboard, prised it up and shoved the letter in the hole.
When she stood back up, it seemed as though a huge light was shining out from the letter, which shone right the way through the plank of wood, and Brooke hoped no-one would notice it.
'Don't be so stupid', Brooke scalded herself. There really was no light under the board, it was just her imagination.
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"Brooke Penelope Davis, where the hell have you been! I woke you up almost three hours ago, and in the time that you have managed to get yourself down here, I managed to drag Jake to my house to have a cold shower, take him to Karen's to have a treat which he assured me would get him over the trauma. And finally I had to swear on the way here that if I ever did that again with you then I should tell him first, which would give him more time to prepare for what he was about to see." Peyton burst into laughter as she saw Jake go furiously red.
"I….did…not…. I wanted…."
"Oh Jakey just chill, there's no problem with wanting to see me and Pey get it on, Nate talks about it all the time-"
"Wait a minute – Brooke, what is with your slutty clothes?" Brooke smiled, paused for effect and then dropped the pen she was holding in her hand very dramatically and then bent down to pick it up. There were whistles all around her but there was just the one voice that stood out to her.
"Wow, now that is something I like to see."
"And why is that Natey?" Brooke spun round to face him and grinned as his eyes widened when he saw her top.
"Well, 'cos I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in school, and she's mine, which makes me the luckiest guy in the world." Brooke heard someone furiously coughing in the background and Jake trying desperately to calm his girlfriend down. Brooke was sure she could make out the words 'Baby, you think I'm the most beautiful girl in school don't you?'. Brooke ignored this, beamed and jumped into his arms. She suddenly stiffened in his arms.
"Hey Natey? What about my intelligent wit, intelligence full stop, fabulous sense of style, lovely personality…"
"Baby, if I was making a list, then I'd have to go on all day." Brooke smiled her all star smile.
"I love it when I make you smile Brooke." Brooke stiffened in his arms for the second time, yet this time she was worried. That sounded too much like the letter she had just stashed away. The memory of the letter came flooding back into her mind. "Brooke, you okay? What have I said?" Brooke smiled bravely.
"Nothing baby, you just made realise how lucky I am to have you." The guilt washed over Brooke in violent torrents. How could she be thinking of some other guy who she'd never met before and the only contact they'd aver had was a couple of words on a piece of paper? How could she be thinking of him when she had the sweetest guy standing holding her in his arms?
"You're wrong Brooke you know. You're the one who's too good for me." Nathan whispered into Brooke's ear. She had to fight furiously for the tears not to start flowing. She obviously didn't try hard enough though as a single tear trailed down her cheek. Nathan mistook this as a sign of happiness and soothed her with calming words. Brooke couldn't explain it though, she hadn't actually done anything wrong; she'd received a letter, something people did all the time.
For some reason however Brooke felt as though what she was doing to him was much worse than what he'd ever done to her.
Nathan didn't mean to do what he did to her, it was his past which he couldn't escape from. After loving Nathan for so long she could tell. When he had said he was turning into Dan, she saw wild yet fearful eyes staring at her and his body started to quiver. Later, when she told him that he could never be Dan, she saw the little boy inside of him escape into the open, so scared of what he could be capable of without knowing it.
Brooke clung onto Nathan as though he was her life-ring which was stopping her from drowning. Only when he prised her off him did she let go.
"Come on pretty girl, we need to get to class." Brooke could tell Nathan knew something was wrong but he didn't press it any further and she was grateful for that. "Okay, here we are at your lesson, I'll see you at lunch." Brooke started to wander into the classroom, "Oh, and Brooke, I love you."
Brooke turned around and flung herself into his arms.
"I love you too Nathan, I really really do."
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Brooke couldn't concentrate on learning about German between the Wars. All she could think about was the letter. And the sender. Any time she found a guy looking at her, she'd jump, and then quickly try to regain control of her senses. So far there was no-one she could even imagine sending her a love letter- not the kind she had received in any case. And so Brooke was very happy when her 2 hour history class finally ended.
Brooke slowly walked down the corridor, trying to acknowledge the people greeting her left, right and centre, though she was certain she wasn't doing a very good job of it. A bouncy voice interrupted her day dream…
"And what is it that Brooke could possibly think about that would make her scatter people to all corners of the corridor." Brooke blushed – she really hadn't been paying attention.
"I…um… was just…. Thinking about Germany between the Wars…" Brooke said the first thing that came into her head, but she soon realised that it wasn't very convincing due to Peyton's raised eyebrows.
"You sure? I'd say myself that there was a distinct possibility you were thining about Nathan…"
"Oh yeah, you got me good there P. Sawyer," Brooke sighed, why couldn't she ever think of the most obvious answer for an easier life? After all, she'd have to have a personality transplant if she was actually thinking about History when she was walking the halls. Peyton smiled knowingly, not knowing that she didn't really know what was going on, if that made sense.
"Well, I think we'd better go find our boys, god knows what they've been getting up to since we've been gone…"
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It turned out that the boys were just eating, however in such a disgusting manner that Brooke and Peyton thought about finishing their relationships there and then. Of course, when their Beydar was switched on, they magically started to eat like proper gentleman, or at least with a knife and fork. Brooke and Peyton sat down next to the two of them. Both of the boys looked sheepish, and with the promise of presents, Brooke and Peyton let them off. After they'd all finished eating, Nathan led Brooke onto a grassy bank just outside the school.
"Brooke, I know our time together has been rough, but I want you to know that I am not going to let anything come in between us again, and I will protect you with my life," Brooke felt tears come to her eyes- it was turning out to be quite an emotional day – " And I also want you to know that I love you, and I will always love you."
Brooke couldn't help the tears start falling down her cheeks this time, and he held her to him. Brooke didn't realise it at the time, but in fact, this was the only time since she received that letter when she hadn't thought about it.
Now it was only her and Nathan.
"I love you too Natey,"
"I just wanted you to know, and I also never want you to forget it."
"I won't, I promise you that I won't."
Brooke didn't know whether this promise was more for him, or for her.
Because she didn't know how bad things could possibly get.
Or when those letters were going to stop.
If they were going to stop.
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So there we go, the first letter!
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