A/N: I thought that I might have been able to post two chapters up but time was not my friend. Hope you like the one that I have managed to write

Guilty Pleasure

Brooke's POV

Guilt is a funny thing. Sometimes you feel it and sometimes you don't. You even feel it when you don't want to. I'm not really going to say much more than that. I'm certainly not finding it easy to sleep, too much is going around in my head. We have an early flight so I'll have to be up soon anyway.

Why is it always so complicated? This triangle has been doing my head in. This is different though. We weren't going around anyone's back, no drunken sex tape involved, but I still feel guilty. Being at this end of the triangle doesn't bring any solace. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy but it comes at a price. Not only will I lose Lucas as a friend but also I could lose Haley and Nathan in the process out of pure loyalty. Best friend and brother kind of trump the two of us. People always end up choosing sides whether they want to or not. I hope it's not the case.

I have to get myself to stop thinking of this or my head will explode. Peyton has started to stir. She hasn't spoken about what happened with her father and I won't push her; she'll tell me in her own time. The last thing she needs is more pressure and drama.

I have to say that it feels slightly weird that our friendship has developed into something more. Don't get me wrong, this is what I want, I just never expected it. I have to say that I can't help smiling though; I'm happy and can't help but show it.

She wakes up and kisses my neck before looking me straight in the eye, also wearing a smile on her face. "Morning" she says, I'm glad she's perked up. "Good morning." We're both looking at each other, grinning like cheshire cats, not saying anything else. I totally give in and close the space between us; I didn't care much about morning breath. It is the first time we've woken up as a couple but not the first time we've woken up in the same bed.

Though I would never admit it to her but last night I was nervous too. I could feel her hands trembling and that's why I stopped us. I haven't been that nervous since Rachel and I stole the test or when the time capsule tape was being played in front of the whole school or, scratch that; I think you get the point.

The prospect of going further with the person I've loved, in one way or another, for most of my life scares me big time. Even while I'm kissing her now, I'm losing it in more ways I can think of. She's now decided to get more comfortable, moving herself fully on top of me. A moan escapes my mouth. This seems to give her more confidence, as one of her hands is moving up my thighs to my waist. Something in my brain kicks in and I roll her over, contact never leaving each other's lips. Once I'm fully on top, I pull away.

"We should get ready for the airport and grab some food on the way." I say this as I completely pull my body away and get up off the bed. I'm sure she's wondering why I did that. Truth is if we kissed any longer I don't think I would have stopped but I'm not ready. This is too special to me and I don't want to move too fast. We haven't even been together for 24 hours. I quickly run into the shower to cool myself off.

Peyton's POV

I'm lying in bed wondering what just happened. It isn't just the fact that Brooke ran off into the bathroom in a mid make out session but also my boldness this morning despite my trembling state yesterday.

I can't blame it all on the events of yesterday. It's all just hit me, yesterday I nearly got married and now I'm making out with my best friend. It's moved pretty fast but when I'm near her, I just want her, every part of her.

She walks out of the bathroom and she looks like she's trying to gauge my mood. I get up from the bed and walk up to her. "There's a diner not too far from here, so we can go for breakfast." I kiss her on the cheek then enter the bathroom.

It doesn't take me long before I finish my shower. I see her standing, sorting out her hair; it's the last thing she has to do before being completely ready. I get dressed without saying a word. There's an air of awkwardness and I'm thinking of a way to break it. A thought crosses my mind 'does she think I'm mad at her for earlier.' I decide I've had enough.

"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or are we gonna just ignore it?" She looks at me, I can't put my finger on her expression, fear maybe or is it something else.

"What are you talking about?" she's trying to play stupid now; I know this game too well. I walk over to her and take the brush out of her hand. I place my hand on her face and lean in for a kiss. It was soft and ended as soon as it begins.

I look in her eyes, searching for some sort of answer. I see it; I see what she's thinking. She lowers her head. "I understand, I feel it too." She looks back up at me, "You do." I nod. She sees this as a sign to explain. "I don't want us to be like anything I've had before so I don't want us to rush anything." I put some hair behind her ear before responding. "I get it more than you know." She smiles at me.

"Glad to see dimples make a comeback, now come on I'm hungry." I try to turn away but she stops me. She has this playful look on her face. She gives me an Eskimo kiss and then her lips find mine. She pulls away and takes my hand. "Come on blondie, my stomach is calling me."

We're now sitting in our seats waiting for our flight to depart. Brooke found herself a fashion magazine earlier, which has her grinning from ear to ear. I have my headphones in my ear just to help get me through the take off. It's not like I'm afraid of flying, it's just the take off and landing that make me nervous, not the flight itself.

I've had time to process the drama filled 24 hours I've had. I begin to doubt myself and us. This means everything to me and if it all went wrong, I don't think we could ever recover and that's what scares the shit out of me. We've had a couple of fallouts (major ones if you wanna be specific). That was different though, this is different. If we hurt each other this time, then its goodbye to my family, rock, confidant, best friend and partner.

People might think that I'm running away and maybe I am but there's so much that the two of us need to sort out. It's been great but this was a big step for the both of us and we need to figure things out. At least with this time away we'll have no distractions like Lucas or my dad, then we can think about returning to Tree Hill.

I close my eyes as the plane ascends and I feel Brooke's hand slip into mine. I open my eyes to see her looking at me. I didn't even realise that she had temporarily abandoned her magazine just to ease me through this. I pull the headphones from my ears. She whispers, "It's ok, I'm here with you" in my ear. Just her thumb stroking the back of my hand, sets me at ease.