Chapter Seven – Good Morning Beautiful
You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands
"It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said
And I offer no sympathy for that
I hear that it was you who died alone
And I offer no sympathy for that
Better off I sparkle on my own…
The next morning Peyton woke up before Brooke. Tip toeing out of the bed, careful not to wake her sleeping best friend, she went down stairs and got some Starbucks from across the street. When she returned with hers and Brooke's drinks in hand, Brooke was still passed out. Peyton set Brooke's drink in the mini-fridge and got back in bed next to Brooke. Sipping on her drink, Peyton flipped through the channels impatiently waiting for Brooke to awake.
After an hour of channel surfing Peyton checked the alarm clock next to the bed. 7:03 am. Brooke wants to be up early anyways. Peyton thought to herself, before nudging her sleeping friend on the shoulder. "Good morning beautiful."
Brooke slowly opened one eye and squinted. "Time?"
Peyton laughed and held out the alarm clock for Brooke to see. "You wanted to be up early anyway right?"
Brooke rolled over onto her back. And slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position. "How long have you been up?" She asked taking notice to the half empty cup of Starbucks coffee.
"About two hours." Peyton laughed. "Yours is in the refrigerator." She informed her friend.
"Coffee?" Brooke whined with a smiled. Peyton climbed out of bed and brought her friend what she whined for. "Thanks P. Sawyer." Brooke smiled. Taking a large sip of her cold caramel macchiato she winced.
And someday love will find me in the rough
Someday love will finally be enough…
"It was hot when I got it" Peyton laughed. "There's a microwave over there. Want me to heat it up for you?"
Brooke took another sip of her caffeinated beverage and laughed. "No. It's fine." Brooke pushed herself out of the bed and took one last sip of the coffee before placing it back in the mini-fridge. Pulling off the oversized bed t-shirt, she grabbed her cell phone off the table and threw it to Peyton. "Call Haley." She told Peyton, and in return Peyton shot her back a look of confusion. "I know you know the number. Just tell her to be at the church in an hour. I want her to be one of my bridesmaids.
"Brooke…" Peyton said unsurely. She didn't want Haley to feel pressured back into things too fast.
"Do it." Brooke insisted and headed into the bathroom.
A few seconds later Peyton heard the shower start up. Sighing, she dialed in Haley's phone number and made the call.
I turned around 3 times and wound up at your door
Now you say you know all you did not know before
And I offer no sympathy for that
I hear that it was you who died alone
And I offer no sympathy for that
Better off I sparkle on my own…
Haley checked the caller ID before picking up the phone. It was Peyton. "Hey Peyton."
"Hey." Peyton said on the other line. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I stayed the night at Luke's." Haley explained. Quickly realizing that Peyton would probably take it the wrong way, she explained further. "I ended up coming back here and watching a movie with him after the rehearsal dinner. Past out during the movie, and crashed here."
"What ever you say, porn star." Peyton laughed. "Anyways. Brooke wants you to be in her wedding."
"I am coming. I'm Lucas' date, remember?" Haley threw a pillow at Lucas who was still passed out. Lucas shot up almost immediately and rolled his eyes when he saw it was only Lucas. Lucas nodded towards the phone asking who it was. 'Peyton' Haley mouthed back.
"Hey Peyton!" Lucas said loud enough for Peyton to hear him.
"Tell him I said hi." Peyton bit her bottom lip. "Look. She doesn't was you to be just as a guest...She wants you to be one of her bridesmaids." Peyton said flatly.
Haley paused a moment before answering. Putting her hand over the speaker she turned her attention to Lucas. "Brooke wants me to be one of the bridesmaids. Should I?"
"Go for it." Lucas told her. Pulling off his shirt, he smacked Haley's butt before existing the room. "I'm going to get some coffee in the kitchen. Want any?"
She shook her head. "Sure. I would love to." Haley told Peyton.
"Alright. I'll tell Brooke." Peyton smiled. "Hey, can I talk to Luke for a sec?"
And someday love will find me in the rough
Someday love will finally be enough…
"Sure." Haley said. "Here superstar." She said throwing Lucas her cell phone as he walked back into the room with his coffee.
"Hello?" Lucas said into the phone.
"Don't go to the wedding." Peyton told him flatly.
"What?" Lucas asked genuinely confused. "I have to go to the wedding. I'm the best man." Lucas looked over at Haley, who shrugged.
Peyton laughed. "We know how much of a mistake that is."
"What are you talking about, Peyton?" Lucas looked over at Haley, who shrugged.
"Don't pretend you don't know, Lucas. I know what you and Brooke are doing."
"Peyton, I'm not sure-" Lucas started.
Peyton cut him off. "I saw you two last night." Peyton explained. "Stay away from her and Nathan, Lucas, I mean it. Just leave them alone."
Lucas excused himself from the room and locked himself in the bathroom. "I don't think you know the whole story here Peyton."
"I know enough." Peyton frowned. "Brooke told me what you two are–were doing. And it's disgusting. Stay away from Brooke, stay away from them both, I mean it." Peyton told him strictly.
"Peyton-"
She cut him off again. "If you don't, I'll tell Nathan."
I got your love letters
I threw them all away
And I hear you think that I'm crazy
I'm driving 95
And I'm driving you away
I shine a little more lately…
Lucas knew better then to negotiate with Peyton with she was angry. Walking out of the bathroom he tossed the phone back to Haley.
Haley caught the phone with Grace. "Everything ok?" She asked Lucas.
"Fine." He told her. "I'm taking a shower."
Haley watched Lucas disappear back into the bathroom before putting the phone to her ear. "We'll see you then." She told Peyton with a smile and hung up the phone. Walking over to the bathroom she knocked on the door. "Everything ok with Brooke?" Haley asked concerned.
"Brookes fine." Lucas told her.
Someday love will find me in the rough
Someday love will finally be enough
Someday love will find me in the rough
Someday love will finally be enough
Brooke walked out of the bathroom ringing the water out of her hair into a towel. "So?" She asked Peyton.
Peyton smiled nervously, starting to reconsider what she had just done. "She said she would be happy to. She'll meet us there in an hour."
Brooke nodded with a smile. "Alright."
As the two girls got ready, the small knot it Peyton's stomach grew. Having serious doubts, she pandered the idea of telling Brooke what she had done, but quickly decided against it. Today was Brooke's wedding day and she was going to be happy. She was going to be happy whether Lucas had listened to her warning and chose to stay away. She was going to be happy whether Lucas disobeyed Peyton's warning and came anyway. She was going to be happy. That was going to be Peyton's mission for the day, and she would do whatever it took, even if it killed her. This should be interesting. Peyton thought. Liars are deceitful. Lovers are Unfaithful. & Best friends will Betray you. Talk about dark poetry.
"Ready?" Brooke called to Peyton, who was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
"Ready." Peyton answered, walking out to the bathroom. Noticing Brookes apparel, she laughed. "What are you wearing?"
Brooke spun around in her pink sweats. On the back of the pinks jacket, in black writing, it read: Skanky Bride. Peyton laughed. Brooke tossed Peyton her own pair of black sweats. Peyton flipped over the jacket and read the pink writing on the back. Slutty Made Of Honor.
"Put it on!" Brooke smiled.
Peyton laughed. "Be right out." She said heading back into the bathroom. Peyton stepped out of the bathroom in her sweats. "Ready to go get married?"
Brooke smiled. "Yeah, you know what? I am."
I shine a little more lately…
