Peyton's house
Brooke was lying on the bed, playing with a shirt that had been lying on a chair. "So how are you and Caleb doing?" she said, drawing out his name.
Peyton shrugged, "We're fine, I guess."
Brooke sat up, "Ok, spill. What's he like? Is he a good kisser? I need some details here!"
"He's…nice. And, yes." Peyton said, laughing.
"That's all I get?"
"For now, yes. I'm not really sure where it's going."
"Why? He's cute!"
"Yeah…he is. But we're starting college in a few months. I don't want a long distance relationship."
Brooke sighed, blowing her bangs out of her face, "Peyton, listen, you've found someone you really like. Don't let him get away! Plus, you've already introduced him to your friends. That's a big deal, right? It has to count for something."
"I guess it does." Peyton looked at Brooke for a minute, "I want you to know that I'm happy for you and Lucas."
"Oh, Peyton…"
"No, I really am. I want to be here for you."
Brooke smiled, "Thanks. I want to be here for you too, and that's why I'm telling you to not let Caleb go. At least stick it out for the rest of the summer, then see where you are in the fall. You might change your mind."
"Ok, fine. You know, you're not as dumb as you look." Peyton said jokingly.
"Hey!" Brooke threw a pillow at her.
Peyton stuck her tongue out, "I can't believe you're getting married in a few weeks."
"I can't believe we all graduated high school!" Brooke shrugged, "God, it seems like last week was when I first met Lucas, and now…he's going to be my husband."