A/N: Heyy everyone :)

this is my first fanfic so go easy on me pleaseee

I hope you all like it!!

Things She's Never Said – Sweetscent

Outside she's crying,

Inside she's dying,

He's breaking her heart,

She's falling apart,

She's feeling so cold,

Needs someone to ho-o-old,

Things are going through her head,

She's forgetting things she's never said

New York City, New York 9:00AM

Peyton Sawyer

"Brooke!" Peyton Sawyer yelled across the big green lawn.

Peyton Sawyer just moved to New York in advance to enroll into a famous art school. 2 years ago Peyton and Brooke had graduated from Tree Hill High School, said their goodbyes, and took off to a one-year trip in Europe.

Peyton felt like she betrayed Tree Hill. She hadn't gotten to say a real good-bye to Haley, who was a great friend to her when Brooke was being her usual I-need-to-shop-now self, or Haley's fiancé, should I say, Peyton's ex-boyfriend, Nathan Scott. Nathan turned into a mature, understanding, amazing looking man. Props to Haley for that one. But the one person she was really meaning to say goodbye to was Lucas Scott. Lucas, the amazingly gorgeous basketball star had come between Peyton and Brooke a few months into their junior year. That was an issue that no one could stop talking about.

But Peyton's never stopped liking Lucas. That was a feeling she couldn't control. The best friends agreed to forgive and forget, as long as they had nothing going on with Lucas except friendship.

The past is the past, she thought. It's not like she could go back and "say goodbye again". It was over. And she didn't exactly know what her friends thought of her now. Haley left to California to plan her wedding with Nathan while he was studying at Berkley. Lucas was offered a scholarship to go to Princeton to study law, Brooke was at New York working for Vogue as a model, and Peyton was ready to start a new year of school at The Art Academy of New York. A year with new people, know one that knew her, and no one that knew of Tree Hill. To her, Tree Hill was just a small town where she grew up and met a few friends at. But New York was where her future was going to take place.

"Hey! There's my little farmer girl! Stepping into the big city, finally?" the black haired beauty queen walked slowly over to Peyton's small wooden house.

Peyton took a step toward her friend and welcomed her into a hug. She hadn't seen Brooke in over a year and realized that was the longest that they've ever been apart.

"Yeah," Peyton nodded her head. "I just figured New York is pretty far away from Tree Hill, but close enough to go back to visit," She smiled sympathetically.

"You actually wanna go back to Tree Hill? After everything that happened there I would think you wouldn't even want to mention the name of that place," Brooke folded her arms across a purple Juicy Couture cami.

"Well, yeah. Tree Hill is where I grew up! I can't just forget about it, Brooke. And remember we had a lot of great memories there too," She led her to a small wooden bench, which was meant to be for a bus stop.

"Yeah, fighting over Lucas, partying till we're close to death, risking our friendship big time, and must I add balancing all that with school. Yeah, not really. Tree Hill was fun when we were kids and didn't know what the hell a boyfriend was,"

"Not to mention the word party," Brooke laughed while Peyton brushed her gold-blonde hair behind her ear.

There was a moment of silence when the summer wind blew threw their gorgeously conditioned hair and Peyton actually missed the days of their party and drama filled life. She couldn't help but wonder if Brooke was missing that too. Ever since Brooke got to New York, she barely had any time to party. It was all just photo shoots. One after another she had to throw on designer clothes, tug them off, and repeat that over again at least twenty times a day. Sometimes Peyton couldn't help but wonder why she enjoyed fashion so much.

"So when do you start working again, Tyra Banks?" Peyton turned her petite body around so she faced Brooke Davis's flawless face.

"Um, I think I start next week? Who knows? The lame ass photographers have like no control over anything and I mean seriously? Get a damn calendar," Brooke tugged at her perfectly combed side bangs.

Right when Peyton was about to comment on Brooke's photographers, her T-Mobile Sidekick 3 started playing Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls.

Brooke pulled the phone out of her dark wash True Religion jeans.

"Speak of the devil," She grinned. "It's my photographer," She made a gesture with her hand that seemed to say "Sorry I need to take this" and walked a few feet away so she could have her privacy.

Peyton stared at the misty blue sky and suddenly felt more alone then ever. Brooke was still there, but she was just so busy. Peyton was happy for her, but she just found herself wishing things would go back to when they were all at Tree Hill laughing, crying, or whatever they used to do.

"UGH! You know, you need better organization skills, Phillip," she overheard Brooke screaming.

"I HAVE ORGANIZATION SKILLS! At least I know where I'm supposed to be at what time!"

"Right now? I can't go right now! I'm with a friend!" Brooke turned to Peyton apologetically. She returned a facial expression that said "Go ahead, don't worry about me" but also said "I wish you didn't have to go" Brooke took that as a good sign and turned her head back.

"You are a pain in my ass, Philip but I'll come," Brooke slid her sidekick shut and walked back to Peyton.

"I'm sorry, Peyton. But I have to go to the shoot and do a last minute touch up since unfortunately, we shoot tomorrow," Peyton stood up to face her best friend.

"It's fine! Don't worry about me. I have to go unpack anyways. Maybe I'll go to your shoot tomorrow if I have time. I'd love to see Brooke Davis on a runway," She picked up her maroon tote and swung it over her shoulder. Brooke picked up her beige Coach bag and hugged Peyton goodbye.

"It was really nice seeing you, Peyton," she smiled sincerely.

"You too," She returned the smile with another hug and the two girls walked away.

Peyton walked up her front porch and turned around when she couldn't hear Brooke's heels clicking against the sidewalk anymore. She stared out at the busy streets and tall buildings and realized she wasn't in Tree Hill anymore. If she could get that in her head, she might actually like it here. Unfortunately, Tree Hill was the only thing that she was thinking about. And until the day that she was buried six feet under, that's how it would stay.

A/N: That's it :D hope you guys all liked it. I'm gonna start out easy so three review and i'll update :)

Big props to juicycoutureaddict who helped me a lot :P

FYI: The song at the beginning of the story is a song that my old band preformed and that song is written by juicycoutureaddict

so just in case u wondering (:

P.S READ "THE MATTER OF IN AND OUT"

it's posted in juicycoutureaddict. it's a story we wrote togetherrr :)

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