Making A Memory

Peyton's POV

So things have settled down a lot, which I'm grateful for. I have a few things I need to sort out which will probably require help but I would like to keep it a secret for a while. I've always found that the more people that know, the more likely things are to fail. It's very important that everything goes right. I've wanted to do this for quite a while and have no hesitation in trying to execute my plan. That sounds like I'm planning something deadly, which is totally not the case. I go over the things I need to check to make sure everything is ready.

I had woken up earlier than normal and I was already dressed. My plan was to sneak out of the house before Brooke got up but that wasn't going according to plan. I can hear Brooke walking down the stairs and I quickly hide everything in my bag. She wraps her arms around me from behind and places a few kisses on my shoulder. It doesn't take me long to respond. "Morning."

"Why did you sneak out of bed so early, P Sawyer?" God, I love her 'I've just woken up' voice; it's so sexy.

"Just had a couple of things to take care of. Did you actually miss me?" I swing the chair round and meet her. She has this cheeky grin on her face that says she is up to something.

"I might have but I won't tell you."

I pull her closer to me so she's sitting on my lap and kiss her. Her kiss is totally distracting me; I'm just not sure if its a good or a bad thing yet. I get lost for a while, just feeling her near me. She moves her lips away from mine and starts kissing my neck and collarbone. She moves her head back and I open my eyes; she's looking straight back at me. I brush some hair out of her face and I decide that maybe I can postpone my plan for a couple of hours as I utter six words. "Get me out of these clothes."

Brooke is now in the shower so I grab my clothes and quickly get changed. I left a note, grab my bag from downstairs, sneak out the house and jump into my car. It was the perfect day for everything I was going to do today. I stop at a couple of places to drop things off and pick up some more supplies to make sure the finishing touches are complete.

I drive to my office, knowing that I had a bit of time to spare, so I could get ready. I was getting nervous and excited, though really nervous. The closer it came to today, the more nervous I got. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I didn't want this to happen, I just wanted everything to be perfect. I put some music on to help me relax and it's doing the trick.

After the album, I was listening to finishes, I grab everything that I need and I take a drive to my destination.

Brooke's POV

I come out of the shower and I was calling out for Peyton. It took me a while to realise I was shouting into thin air, as she had left the house already. As I start to get dress, I spot a note on the mirror. She knows I won't miss it there.

I smile as I read the note. There's a small drawing of the two of us as kids and a message 'this is the start of a series of clues, so go back to the beginning of where it all began for the next part.' I shake my head and mumble to myself "What are you up to P Sawyer?"

It didn't take me long to know where she was talking about. I quickly get the rest of myself sorted and head to the place where we first met.

Within 20 minutes of leaving the house, I was standing at the spot where our story started. I remember it like it was yesterday. She didn't take any crap from the other children and I guess that's what drew me to her straight away. I walk over to the bench where I first spoke to her and feel underneath the seat. I grab the note and read the next clue. 'Cheer for me, cheer for you, practice was all we ever seemed to do.' I laugh at the picture, as it's a scowling Peyton with pom-poms.

It surprised me that she lasted the whole of high school as a cheerleader. I reminisce over our high school days on the way to Tree Hill High. I walk through the halls and a chill passes through me, remembering that not all my memories were good. I eventually find myself in the gym and there's a pom-pom with an envelope attached to it. I open the envelope and pull the note out. 'Take the pom-poms and head to your office where you shall find the next clue.'

I stare between the pom-poms and the note, deciding that I don't like where this is going. I walk to the car and place the items in the passenger seat. For the first time today, I turn some music on. I'm not sure what made me do it but as soon as it starts playing, I know she's been messing about with it as its playing the mix she made for the classic in Charlotte; one of the times we weren't really speaking. I recall that weekend, remembering how I won best choreography and how despite the state of our relationship, at the time, she still had my back (without the knife in it).

I rush into the building and walk pass Millicent quickly, barely saying hello. I open the door and I instantly find the next clue hanging up on the wall. 'Wear me and go to our spot.' I'm not sure if I should laugh or start a plot to get her back for this. I decide to at least go along with it and deal with her later. I quickly get changed and head back into my car.

I drive fast but not pass the limit; no need to get myself in trouble. I park my car and walk to our spot; I'm surprised by what I see and the trouble she has gone to. I hear laughing and I turn around. "I can't believe you actually wore it."

I cross my arms, not feeling very impressed by her laughter. She sees this and stops immediately. "Are you telling me that I didn't need to?"

"Err. Maybe I just wanted to see you in that uniform one more time." She's walks towards me and grins. I get that she's flirting so I respond.

"Well you should have worn your cheerleading uniform and at least given me the same pleasure." She pulls me in for a kiss and I lose myself. She has this ability to render me stupid anytime she touches me. This is more than evident when her hands move underneath my skirt.

"Was this your wicked plan to get better access to my ass?" I mumble in her lips.

"If I say yes, would you hold it against me." She says smirking, as she pulls away from me.

"If I knew that this uniform was such a turn on, then I would have worn it ages ago."

"I'll make a mental note that you're than willing to wear this in the future."

I cut this part of the conversation off and try to find out what this was all in aid of. "What's this all about, Peyt?"

"You told me that I should come here when I'm happy instead of when things go wrong, so that's what I'm doing. I'm making a memory."

"Are you getting all soft and romantic on me?" She's laughing but its weird because I sense that it's more of a nervous laughter. I pull out of her arms but hold on to her hand.

"We shouldn't let this spread go to waste." I sit down on the blanket, pulling her down with me. I look at the whole picnic that's laid out and then look at her. I give her a quick kiss. "I don't think I've forgotten anything so what's the occasion?"

"Apart from me getting all soft and romantic, I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"You didn't have to but thank you Peyton." I give her a quick kiss and she pulls away, reaching for her bag. I watch her as she pulls something out. "There was also another reason why I did all this."