The sun streaming in the window woke Brooke up. She lay in bed for a moment, savoring the peacefulness. Rachel popped her head into the room, "Good, you're up."
"Mmm…maybe. I'm thinking about just falling back to sleep."
"Oh, no you don't. You're getting married today, missy. You are getting up right this second. Come on, I made you breakfast."
"Rachel, you didn't have to do that."
"Well, really, I had it delivered, but who cares."
Brooke laughed, "That's not the same thing."
"Whatever. There's food on the table, isn't there?"
"Ok, ok. You win." Brooke said, holding her hands up in mock surrender.
Together, they walked into the kitchen, where there were boxes scattered on the counter tops. "I didn't know what you wanted, so take your pick. There's…eggs, pancakes, French toast, just plain toast, and bagels." Rachel said, pointing to each box as she named it.
Brooke contemplated for a moment, then picked up a plated, piled some pancakes onto it, and dug into them.
"Peyton and Haley are supposed to be here in like, two hours, so you better get your ass moving."
"Mmmfff…" Brooke said with her mouth full. She swallowed, then tried again, "Relax. Don't stress so much."
"I have to for the both of us, since you don't seem to care if you look like crap for your own wedding." Rachel called from the hallway.
Brooke looked down at herself, "Hey! I do not look like crap!"
Coming back into the kitchen, Rachel just looked at her, "You haven't seen your hair." She grabbed the plate from Brooke, and tossed a towel at her. "Ok, you're done, now go take a shower."
"Ok ok! Jeeze, could you be any pushier?" Brooke glared at her.
"Yes, actually I could. But you don't want to that side of me. Now go get ready for your wedding!"