A.N: DIB: Fast update huh? Yeah bet you didn't see that a coming! Or maybe your psychic…then go die! Well thank the lovely Jodi for this chappie cus apparently the first chapter got her undivided attention and she's with me 100! TGT - He blackmailed me! The death of a kitten! The. Death. of. a. Kitten. The evilest man alive! Ok, I lie it really was his first chapter, I really enjoyed it and loved it, especially the end. (whispers) How's that, convincing enough? Is the kitten gonna live? DIB: Yeah, I guess- (loud bang followed by squealing)…whoops…

Disclaimer: DIB: You read this. Therefore I own YOU. Hehe TGT - You own everyone who reads this? Everyone? Even that one there? He looks kinda...what's the word...Psychotic...(wide eyes)...Is that a knife!

Chapter 2: Reality proves to be a bitch

The further away she got from the cafe, the more her thoughts crept inside her head and invade her. It was like at that moment the whole world was against her and she was stuck in quicksand, with no chance of escape. It was really starting to annoy her in the worst way.


"Running from your problems isn't going to help you know."

"Yeah, cus standing still and letting them smack me square in the face, is so something I want to happen." Brooke muttered.

"And fleeing like some fake-ass-tough-guy with a boo-boo on his finger might make Haley wonder what the hell was up with you, why you jumped ship and disappeared." Brooke's inner voice taunted.

"Please!" Brooke exclaimed. "Haley's world is all about her upcoming wedding. If a bomb dropped down, all she would be worried about if everybody had their limbs attached so they could walk down the aisle."

"And that's killing you, isn't it?"

"No, I'm fine with it. I'm...I'm happy for Haley." Brooke hesitantly replied.

"What about Nathan?" her inner voice pointed out almost gleefully.

"You know you're a bitch right?" Brooke yelled hatefully, causing the woman passing to look at her in outrage. "Oh…no! Not you!" she apologized quickly. "Myself...uh, I mean in my head...she's in my head..." she trailed off, watching as the woman cautiously backed up and hurriedly walked away. "Great! Now I'm certifiably insane to someone." she mumbled dejectedly.

"And in love with someone," her irritatingly, annoying voice inside her head pointed out. "Let's not forget about that. It was after all, the whole reason you left the cafe faster than Paris Hilton can lay flat on her back, patiently waiting for her next STD."

"I do not love Haley, you're just crazy!" Brooke argued lamely.

"Wake up and smell the napalm in the morning Brookie, it's kinda hard not to know in this head of ours. I'm surprised you don't have a shrine devoted to the girl. Hello! 'You can be my roomie Haley! It'll be oh, so much fun! Just you, me and our own little room.' Honestly Brooke, how you've managed not to jump her is beyond me with the amount of built sexual tension you have towards her. It's a miracle really."

"Would you just shut up!" Brooke vented in frustration.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hit a nerve?"

"No you didn't hit a nerve ok! I do not love Haley. Have you seen me? Do you know me? If anything, I love guys. Guys are what I like. Guys! Not Haley!" Brooke stressed. "Ok sure, maybe sometimes I look at her longer that I should. Does that mean I love her? No! It just means that I think she's looking really good on that particular day!" Brooke rambled. "And yeah, there are times when we're on the sofa watching TV together, and she's next to me, and it gives me a happy feeling, but that's only because I like her company. It doesn't automatically make me head-over-heels in love with her! She's my friend." she ranted. "I don't ignore my friends, ok, I may pay more attention to Haley and what she says, only because what she says is interesting! I don't have loving feelings for Haley. I have liking feelings for Haley." Brooke concluded. "See, I like Haley! I like her because she's funny and sweet and cute and her voice makes me shiver. That's why I love her." Brooke finished rant, smiling, glad to have got her point across. Of course her smile faltered as her words finally registered with her. "Oh, god." she breathed out.

"Are we starting to see the bigger picture now?"

-x-

The incessant knocking on his front door distracted him from the computer game he was playing. There was nothing like a little play station to pass by the hours. Pausing the game, he got up and hurried to the door; the knocking getting all the more impatient as he drew closer. Opening it, he took in the sight of Haley, her arms filled with what seemed like an endless amount of bags. Oh dear god, what has she bought.

"Ok, Hales," he began tentatively. "I know we want to have the perfect wedding, but if you're going to bankrupt me before we even get to the church, there isn't going to be a wedding."

"Nathan," Haley drew out. "They're not mine! They're Brooke's."

"Oh," Nathan replied with a smile. "Then how come you have them?"

"Cause she left them at the cafe. Ran out of there like her ass was on fire," Haley told him. "But that is so beside the point!" she stressed, thrusting some of the bags into Nathan's arms. "Little help here sweetie?"

Taking his half of the bags, Nathan followed Haley into the living room of his home and watched her sit the bags down. "Her ass was on fire?" he wondered as he sat the bags her carried down as well.

"Yeah," Haley replied. "I think she must have left her credit card in one of the hundreds of stores she ravaged!"

"That's Brooke for you." Nathan spoke with a laugh, walking up to Haley and taking her in his arms. "Did I mention, it's so very good to see you?"

"Why Mr. Scott, I don't think you did." Haley replied lazily, sighing happily.

"Well how terrible of me to forget," he said, smiling down at her. "Mrs. Scott, as always it is a pleasure to see you. You just light up my life."

"You're such a suck up," Haley teased.

"Don't let it out; I got a rep to protect." Nathan joked.

"Heaven forbid!"

"So did you ask her?" Nathan wondered.

"Ask her?"

"Yeah, to be your bridesmaid."

"Oh!" Haley exclaimed. "Sure did." she told him as they moved towards the sofa. Sitting down, she snuggled into his side.

"Did she say yes?" Nathan asked her, looking down at her and giving her a kiss on top of her head.

"Yes," Haley told him. "Well, I think she did. There was this whole babble and I'm almost ninety percent sure she said yes." she explained. "She lost me somewhere in between, but by the end I'm almost positive I caught up and that her answer was yes."

"Ok, as long as you're sure."

"I am." Haley stated confidently. "At least I think I am."

"I can't believe we're getting married again." Nathan said with a smile.

"With all our friends and family this time." Haley said with her own smile. "It'll be perfect."

"It was perfect the last time." Nathan told her. "For me anyway."

"It was?" Haley wondered.

"Yeah," he replied looking down at her. "You were there, that was really all that I needed. But you'll still be there this time, so it'll just add to the perfectness of the day."

"I love you." Haley whispered, leaning up and kissing him.

"I love you too." Nathan whispered back, bringing Haley onto his lap. "I always will."

"Always and forever." Haley gushed, "Or no sex for you!" she added, squealing when he picked her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist she smiled as he led her up the stairs to his bedroom.

-x-

Brooke threw the door to her apartment open. On one hand she was glad to be home; it successfully narrowed down the number of people who looked at her like she had lost her mind to zero. Unless of course she happened to pass by a mirror and see her own reflection. There was no person who thought she was crazier than herself at this moment in time. Having conversations with the voice in your head, didn't lead you to be the first woman president, no it usually end with that said person in a four by four padded cell, drooling on their straight jacket. And Brooke doubted you could get a flattering straight jacket that brought out the color in one's eyes. On the other hand she hated stepping foot into the apartment; everywhere she looked was a constant reminder of Haley. She didn't know if she could deal with that right now, not after her little revelation.

On the way back home, she had thought of everything, hoping for a distraction. Lucas and his basketball. Peyton and her music. Tim and his apparent need to turn every thing into a sexual innuendo. But like everything that had happened that day, it was hopeless. Thinking about Lucas automatically made her think about Haley, she was his best friend after all. Thinking about Peyton didn't help either. Peyton loved music. Haley loved music. Haley sang music. Tim thought about sex 24/7, and she couldn't help but think of interesting situations to get Haley into certain situations where hands could wander and- Oh god stop it!

Whatever she thought, she could always relate it back to Haley.

Closing the door behind her she sat down on the sofa in their apartment. Spotting the TV, she smiled. TV had to make her stop thinking about Haley. Watching TV meant you didn't have to think. Searching for the remote, she turned the TV on and flicked through the channels.

"Ad, another ad, and oh, another. Music, crap, Spanish soap opera." Sighing she contemplated on giving up. TV might take her mind off of her thoughts, but only if she had something decent to watch. Reaching for the remote again she hit a button and the channel changed again and Brooke had to restrain herself from throwing the remote through the TV screen. It was ironic really, maybe it was her day for the gods to look down on her and make her day a living hell. Because accidentally turning the channel to 'My Best Friend's Wedding' was a cruel joke they had to have thought up. She did not want to deal with this.

Turning the TV off, she walk over to the cd player and hit play before walking into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Music was her last remaining hope in this endless sea of torture. Opening the fridge, she pulled out some tomato and cheese and walked over to the counter before searching for the bread.

The minute she heard the opening beats of the music, she knew it was just another thing to add to her hellish day.

'Fell in love with a girl
Fell in love once and almost completely
she's in love with the world
but sometimes these feelings
can be so misleading
She turns and says "Are you alright?"
I said "I must be fine cause my hearts still beating."'

Forgetting her sandwich, she marched over to the cd player, violently hit eject and once she had the cd in her hand, she glared at the offending piece of plastic. 'P. Sawyer's Music Mix 2.'

"Peyt, next time I see you I'm going to kick your ass in my stiletto heels! And you're damn right I'll make it hurt!" Brooke raged into the silence surrounding her. Roughly putting the cd down, she walked over to the sofa and fell onto it in defeat. Today just wasn't her day. She wanted to scream into her pillow, or possibly punch someone in the face. So long as it took away her building frustration, she didn't care. Where's Nathan when you need him? She thought maliciously before giggling at the mere idea of pummeling Nathan's smug face into mush.

What had she possibly done in a past life that karma was now attacking her mercilessly everywhere she turned and in everything she did?

The sound of keys in the door, alerted Brooke to Haley. Falling back on the sofa, she pulled a cushion over her face and groaned into it. I hate today! Hate it! Can tomorrow come already? She wanted tomorrow to come so badly, but how did she know that tomorrow wouldn't bring much of the same? It couldn't possibly be as bad as today, could it?

Before she could even think of an answer the door to the apartment flew open and much like earlier, Haley stood surrounded in an endless sea of bags. Upon seeing Brooke, Haley frowned and letting the bags get the better of her, let them drop ungracefully to the ground. "Brooke?"

"Hey Hales." Brooke muttered from under the pillow.

"Are you ok?" Haley wondered.

"Peachy keen." she mumbled sarcastically.

"Well, if you're sure," Haley replied, clueless to the tone of Brooke's voice. "I brought you your bags. The way you flew out of Karen's today, it was like you suddenly remembered there was a sixty percent off sale at Suburban Filth. And I being the wonderful, generous, great friend that I am, lugged all your crap home," she told Brooke, falling onto the sofa so she was lying beside her. "Don't I get a cookie or something?" she joked, as she poked Brooke in the side.

Brooke herself was in a place worse than hell. Is there such a place? The second Haley had stepped into the apartment she knew she was in trouble, and if that wasn't enough torture for her to cope with, Haley had to then laid down next to her? The poke in the side was too much for her to handle, she leapt from the sofa like she had been soaked with frozen water, ice cubes and snow all at the one time. She knew it was only Haley's way of being friendly, but Brooke didn't know if she could deal with any of Haley's friendly gestures, not without succumbing to temptation.

"Brooke?" Haley said her name, looking at her quizzically, sitting up. "What is the matter with you?"

"Killer headache." Brooke uttered the first lie that came to her. "You know what Hales, I don't want to get bitchy at you and start snapping your head off for no good reason, so I'm gonna head to bed. Hopefully when I wake up it'll all be gone and it was nothing but a bad dream." Throwing a smile Haley's way, she knew she wouldn't wake up and have it all suddenly disappear.

Life wasn't that easy.

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