"Tell me a wicked-awesome story," Peyton said, snuggling next to Brooke in their bed. She rested her head on the brunette's chest, her hands immediately on Brooke's fingers.
"Okay," Brooke started with a smile. Her free hand ran through Peyton's curls (which were loosening by this time of day) as she spoke. "I remember a long time ago when I first met you… You were all hair, legs and eyes." Peyton laughed, recalling the pictures of herself as a child and knowing through the memory that Broke was not exaggerating. "And I remember being scared to come up to you because I thought that you were so pretty. But then you ended up coming over to me and asking if I'd colour with you." Peyton smiled warmly, settling closer to Brooke.
"I remember that day," she said, and then she cracked a laugh. "And then do you remember when we went to go clean up and Lucas spilled all that yellow paint like, right when we went passed him?"
"Oh my god, yes I remember! He got it all over my favorite dress and for years after that I held a grudge against him… Victoria was pissed, too." Brooke paused, thinking for just a moment. "I didn't like yellow much after that."
"And for a while you weren't so fond of Lucas, either." Brooke smiled at this.
"Yeah… But at least I liked him before I really started liking yellow again." Brooke let her hand rest in the groove of Peyton's waist.
"Tell me another story," the blonde said, yawning. Brooke yawned too.
"Okay but then I'm done cause we're both tired and have to work tomorrow." Brooke's statement was met by a patient silence, Peyton closing her eyes and listening to Brooke's heartbeat. "Do you remember our junior year a little before I had that thing with Felix-"
"Dare night?"
"Yeah… How'd you-"
"Don't worry about it, just continue."
"Okay… Um… Yeah, there was that tie-breaker and someone had to kiss a teammate on the mouth, right? Well, when I kissed you that night I kinda already had a thing for you so…"
"Brooke! You mean that you made me wait to have this for, like, 5 years? I'm so going to kill you in your sleep!"
"Hey, that's not fair. How was I supposed to know about you? You've been all over Lucas for the past ever. Give a girl a clue, you know?" Peyton chuckled softly, yawning again.
"Sorry," she said, her eyelids suddenly very heavy. "I'm tired, B. Davis."
"Let's go to bed, then," Brooke said, reaching over Peyton and turning the lights off. She settled down beside Peyton, letting the blonde readjust to her repositioning. "Goodnight, P. Sawyer," Brooke said, kissing her girlfriend gently. Peyton smiled behind the kiss before laying her head down again.
"Goodnight."