Hey, you guys! I want to thank everyone for the reviews! Your guys are great! If anybody has any questions or suggestions please tell me! I almost forgot, sorry if this chapters not that good. I wasn't sure what I was going to write about . But don't worry! I know exactly what I'm going to do with the next chapter after this...It'll be totally Brathan! I'm almost done with it and I'll put it up in a few days. This way, I'm hopping I'll get more reviews. Well, Enjoy!
Brooke lay on her bed thinking about the conversation she had with Nathan the day before. She couldn't sleep...She couldn't get him out of her head. Why was she thinking about him? Brooke wondered to her self. She usually hated him. It wasn't that Brooke was attracted to him...She was just worried for him. Nathan's been drinking a lot and been wallowing in self pity...the way she had been when she had found out about Lucas and Peyton.
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It was a surprisingly hot Saturday afternoon when Brooke heard her cell ring. She jumped off her bed to get her phone, hoping that it was Nathan. She looked at her caller ID and it read "Peyton". Brooke was disappointed but she picked up anyway.
"Hey" Brooke said, answering her phone.
"Hi! Do you want to come over? We could go to the beach or something. Its really hot today."
Brooke was about to answer 'yes', but she remembered her leg. She was not about to wear a bikini when she had a bandage covering half of her leg. "Oh, I'm not in the mood to go to the beach today."
"Brooke! You love the beach!"
"I know...just not today. Um...what about shopping?"
"Okay, sure."
"So, see you in 30 minutes?"
"Yeah." Peyton answered back, and hung up the phone.
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Brooke arrived to Peyton's wearing a pair of low cut jeans and a light fleace-that morning she had discovered a few bruises on her arms. Brooke entered Peyton's house, not bothering to knock, and went up the stairs to Peyton's room.
"Hey, P. Sawyer!" Brooke said and bounced on her bed.
"Hey Brooke. I'm almost ready, I just have to get a few things."
"No problem."
Peyton was wearing a short green skirt with a white tank top. Brooke instantly grew jealous of Peyton. Here she was on a hot day wrapped up in clothes while Peyton will be nice and cool.
Peyton grabbed her bag and was ready to go. She looked over at Brooke and realized what she was wearing. "What are you wearing? Do you know how hot it is outside?" Peyton went to her dresser and pulled out a skirt and a tank top. "Here, where these." She said and handed them to Brooke.
"Its okay...I'm fine." Brooke said. She wasn't about to admit to a flaw in her beauty to anyone; not even to her best friend.
Peyton looked over at her questioningly. "Okay, Brooke, whats up? You've been acting off all day."
"I told you, I'm fine! Now stop worrying about me!"
But that didn't satisfy Peyton. "You might as well tell me now, you know your going to tell me eventually."
"Eventually." Brooke said and smirked.
All of the sudden Peyton jumped on top of Brooke and started to tickle her. She knew that Brooke was extremely ticklish and could get her to give in to anything just by tickling her. While Brooke was laughing hysterically she hadn't realized that her fleece had started to fall off.
Peyton looked over to Brooke and saw Bruises on her arm. "Oh my god! Brooke! What happened to your arm!" Peyton cried.
Brooke realized that both her arms were clear of view. Brooke sighed. "Oh, okay, fine! Yesterday I went to Nathan to see how he was and-"
"Did he hit you Brooke!" Peyton cut in, terrified.
"Nathan? Nooo! I was walking up the stairs and I tripped and fell down the stairs. Its no big deal!"
"Well, you're lucky-you only ended up with a few bruises. I'm surprised that you don't have any scrapes or anything."
"Uh...yea."
Peyton could tell that Brooke wasn't telling her everything. "You have more than the bruises, don't you?"
"Just a scrape on my thigh. Its nothing!" Brooke lied.
"Let me see it."
"Ugh." Brooke said as took off part of her pants to show Peyton.
"Just a scrape? Brooke, thats huge!"
"Okay, whatever! I showed you. Now can we please go?"
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