Peyton and Brooke sat in Peyton's blood colored room. Brooke lay on the bed, while Peyton sat in the chair near her computer. Both were laughing hysterically as they reminisced about when they were kids. The laughter faded, and Brooke averted her eyes from Peyton to the designs on the red comforter she was laying on top of.

"Brooke, what's going on?" Peyton asked, knowing something was up with the brunette.

"I need to tell you something, but it's hard," Brooke said, keeping her eyes down on the comforter still.

"You can tell me anything. You know that," Peyton assured her best friend.

"But that's just it. I don't know if I can. There's a pretty good chance you're gonna hate me after I tell you," Brooke exclaimed, finally meeting the other's gaze.

"Brooke I could never hate you," Peyton assured her again, and got up out of her chair and moved to the bed to sit next to Brooke. Brooke switched from her previous position of laying on her stomach on the bed to sitting with her legs crossed looking at her best friend.

"I'm kinda with someone," Brooke stated slowly.

"Brooke, why would I be mad about that?" Peyton questioned.

"It's who I'm with."

"I don't care who you're with. As long as he makes you happy," Peyton told her honestly, "Who are you with?" Brooke mumbled something in response, but Peyton couldn't understand what she said. "Brooke, just tell me."

"I'mwithFaith," Brooke said in a rush.

"Faith, as in a girl?" Brooke nodded. "As in Faith from school?" Again, Brooke nodded. "As in Lehane, the badass? Rachel and Jake Faith?" Peyton asked her numerous questions and Brooke agreed to them all.

"I love her Peyton," Brooke said sincerely, slightly cringing, afraid of what Peyton would do.

"I thought you were going to get back together with Lucas. He loves you!"

"I know, but I don't want to be with him Peyton. I love Lucas as a friend, but nothing more. I want to be with Faith! It wasn't supposed to happen. It just did. I don't know how, but I wouldn't change it for the world. She means so much to me," Brooke told her best friend, getting a little emotional. Peyton took her best friend in her arms and stroked her hair, while Brooke clung to her. "Please don't hate me," Brooke uttered in a hushed whisper.

"Shh. Brooke, it's okay. I promise. I could never ever hate you. I'm sorry I was just confused. It's kind of a shock. Am I the only one that knows?" Peyton asked as she stroked the brunette's hair.

"Yeah. But I'm gonna tell Haley when I work up the courage."

"Oh Brooke, Haley's gonna be fine with it. I don't think I would tell Lucas yet though. And Nathan is on the fence. He'll either side with Haley or Lucas." Peyton paused for a moment before she continued her thought. "Brooke, what about your mom?"

Brooke immediately pulled herself away from the blonde's arms and gave her an incredulous look.

"Peyton, there is no way that Victoria can know about this. She'll ruin everything! I love her, Peyton. If my mom knew she would never let me see her again." Brooke stood up and started to pace.

"Brooke, honey, I understand. I was just wondering. I'm sorry I even asked. Wait, you love her?" Peyton paused as the weight of Brooke's words finally settled with her. Brooke stopped with her pacing and looked straight into her best friend's eyes.

"More than anything," she simply answered.

Hey guys. I guess I'm back. Kind of. This is an extremely short chapter. I had this typed up on my computer for like a year, but never got around to posting it. I reread the first chapter and realized there were a lot of mistakes in it (spelling, and the year of Peyton's car.) So, I might actually rewrite it. Or maybe not. I don't know yet. So, let me know who is still reading this and if you want more. If it turns out that you guys are still following this then I'll try to update as much as I can.

What do you guys want to happen next? Review and who knows, maybe your idea will find it's way into the story. (:

Preview of the next chapter:

FLASHBACK

The bar may not have been the best, it wasn't even remotely nice, but Brooke loved being there. It was so different from her perfectly broken home and her perfectly dysfunctional family. Usually she would have no problems. If there was a drunk guy hitting on her the bartender, who had actually become a friend, would tell him to get lost, but on that night her friend had the night off. Of course that didn't stop her from giving the fill-in her fake I.D. It wasn't an unusual night. She drank, played pool, danced a little, but tonight something happened that had never happened before.

After one too many sleazy losers had tried unsuccessfully to hit on her, Brooke decided that it was time to leave the bar. She grabbed her bag from the back of her barstool and quickly made her way to the exit. After stepping into the night air, she continued her way into the parking lot in search of her car. She never heard the footsteps that were following along behind her. Nor did she expect the sudden feeling of being grabbed by the shoulder and thrown through the air onto the ground. She pushed her chest off of the concrete with the palms of your hands and lifted her head to look into the dark eyes of her attacker. In front of her stood a tall guy in his late twenties who had his dark unruly hair falling down in front of his eyes and over his ears.