"Hey Nathan? Can I ask you something?" Brooke said as they walked along the street.
"Yeah, sure."
"Well, since my parents seem to be MIA, and I don't think my father will come to the wedding, would you….maybe…" Brooke wrung her hands, unsure of how to say what she wanted to.
"I'd love to give you away at your wedding Brooke." Nathan said.
She looked immensely relieved, "Really? Thanks, Nathan."
"Sure. That's what friends are for." They were quiet for a moment, then Nathan sniffled.
Brooke looked at him, shocked, "What's wrong?"
Nathan sniffed again, "It's nothing. Just….my Brookie's all grown up and getting married!"
"Oh, shut up!" Brooke playfully hit him on the arm.
Nathan flinched, "Ow! Ok, ok! I'll stop!"
"You better, or else you'll be in big trouble Mister!" She stuck her finger in his face.
"Uh huh, and what, exactly, could you do?" Nathan glanced down at her, "Wave some pom-poms at me?"
"Hey, just because I'm a cheerleader, does not mean I'm weak. I could totally kick your ass. Haley's a cheerleader too, by the way. And speaking of Haley, what I could do to you is tell her that you forgot to pick up the groceries that she asked you to."
Nathan's eyes widened, "Shit! I forgot! I gotta go!" He rushed over to where his car was parked.
"Ok! Just leave me here! That's fine, I'll walk!" Brooke called after him as she watched him drive off. She crossed her arms and blew her hair out of her face. "Humph. Men."