AN: Thank you to all of you whom have reviewed my story and to those of you have added this story to their alerts. I am extremely grateful. Thank you so much.

Please give me any suggestions or if you would like to see anything happen in the story let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own OTH or any of the characters except for Christy.

It was now noon on the Wednesday of Brooke's job interview with Christy and Brooke was extremely nervous. She did not know what to expect. She was not truly confident that she had the ability to perform this job. Brooke sometimes questioned her own abilities, but she seldom showed that side of herself to other. Others saw Brooke as the take charge, I can do anything I want to do type of person, but inside she struggled just like everybody else.

Brooke was currently struggling with what to wear to the job interview. She wanted to show her potential boss that she knew how to dress; she wanted to look classy while still looking her age. Brooke took out her cell-phone to call in her reinforcements. Brooke knew that Peyton and Haley could help her. Brooke decided to call Haley first.

"Hey tutor-mom," said Brooke.

"Hey Brookie-monster aren't you supposed to be getting ready for a job interview?" questioned Haley.

"I am, but I am having the hardest time figuring out what I should wear and I was hoping you and P. Scott could help me out with that," responded Brooke.

"Brooke, I am flattered. You have always commented on how you dislike how I dress, but I guess I could come over and help you out."

"Gee...thanks Hales. Maybe I'll ask you what you think and then go with the complete opposite of what you like. Just kidding, but seriously this is a major crisis," said Brooke.

"Brooke, I think you are being overdramatic, but I will help you. I'll be there in five, " responded Haley.

Haley and Peyton had both arrived at Brooke's house and had entered her bedroom to find it a complete disaster.

"Wow Brooke, you have really outdone yourself this time. It looks like a bomb has exploded in your room," responded Peyton as Haley and her entered Brooke's bedroom.

"I know, but I have nothing to wear for the interview," commented Brooke.

"Brooke you have tons of clothes that you look great in and if the boss does not like the clothes you choose to wear I beat you could always sleep with him," said Haley.

Brooke and Peyton start laughing uncontrollably. "Well, let me guess, the boss is a woman? Who names their son Chris? I mean really. Why would you do that to your poor child? Sometimes parents should just not be allowed to name their child, " rambled Haley.

"Relax tutor-mom my boss is named Christy and you know if I do get desperate enough I could always sleep with her," joked Brooke.

Brooke, Haley, and Peyton continued this friendly banter for the next two hours until Brooke had to leave for her interview.

"Kick some clothing ass," said Peyton as she gave Brooke a good-luck hug.

"Make us proud of you. I mean we are all proud of you, but we would really love if you got this job. I mean then we could have even more of an excuse to go shopping and maybe you could get us free clothes. I mean if..." rambled Haley.

"Yes, well thank you for your support. I love you guys," called Brooke as she ran out of her house while cutting Haley off from her rambling.

Brooke entered the building. She was so nervous she was shaking, but no one could really notice because in true Brooke fashion she was the only one who could really tell how she was feeling.

Brooke walked up to cashier and told her politely, "I have a 3 o'clock appointment with Christy."

"Yes, she is taking care of a small matter right now, but could look around while you wait for her to come out," stated the cashier.

Brooke did just that for the next 45 minutes. Brooke was beginning to feel like this meeting with Christy was never going to happen, but then Christy finally appeared from the backroom.

"Brooke, I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Do you still have time to meet or would you like to meet another time?" questioned Christy.

"Now is just fine. And do not worry about the wait I was looking at your clothes trying to get some ideas of what clothing I might design later," Brooke responded politely.

"Oh, wow you want to design clothes? Then why would you ask for a job as a saleswoman?" questioned Christy.

"Well, it has always been my dream to design clothes, but I thought that in order to do that I would have to start as a saleswoman and then work my way up. I am willing to do whatever you need me to do. I just want to learn," responded Brooke.

"Well that is not totally true. You went to school for design, right?" questioned Christy. Brooke nodded her head. "Yes I went to Parsons Design School in New York."

"Well, well, well. What a small world. I went to Parsons Design School. Did you happen to bring any of you sketches or pictures of what you have designed?" questioned Christy.

Brooke handed Christy her portfolio, which showcased all of her best designs. Christy had been looking through it for the past 30 minutes and Brooke did not know what Christy was thinking. Christy finally spoke-up.

"Listen Brooke I normally do not do something like this, but it has been a long day and I have a great feeling about you. How would you like to be an intern for our store? You would be in charge of designing some of our clothes and you would help with our fashion shows. If I feel like you have done well for us we would then hire you as a full-time designer. How does that sound?" asked Christy.

"That sounds like a great opportunity. Thank you so much. I promise you I will not let you down. Thank you so much."

"Okay Brooke. I guess we will see you Monday at 8am sharp."

Brooke left the store feeling the best she had in a long time. Perhaps she could finally be truly happy.

AN: Please give me suggestions for any names for the store. I do not want to use Clothes Over Bros (that will be her own store). Thanks.

I hope this chapter did not disappoint.