"Brooke…" I stuck my head in her room and saw her curled under the comforter. I strolled over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "Brooke" I shook her shoulder gently until her eyes opened. "Morning"

"What time is it" she sat up and rubbed her eyes before looking at me.

"A little before 7. You can go back to sleep…I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to work." I went to stand up but she pulled me back down and stood up quickly. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she spoke.

"You're editor…you're so allowed to be half an hour late. One I am not staying here by myself all day, two, I had fun yesterday, and more importantly, three, I made that 9 hour drive up here to spend time with my bestest friend…not to occupy her house all day. So considering I just spent 5 minutes talking to you give me 25 to get ready…okay?" she didn't wait for my to answer before she went digging through her suitcase.

"I'll wait…just make sure you brush your teeth bestest friend" I stuck my tongue out at her as she glared up at me. I followed her out of the room with intentions of going downstairs, but I stopped outside of the closed bathroom door when she started talking to.

"So what did Mr. Miserable have to say about me staying here"

"He may not be too fond of the idea but it doesn't matter…he'll live" I wasn't going to tell her that we spent almost two hours fighting about it. I can't say either one of us really won, but Brooke's staying no matter what he wants.

"Figures" she rolled her eyes as she came out the bathroom fully dressed.

"Okay…it took you less then ten minutes to get ready…where did 30 minutes come from."

"Because…we are stopping somewhere to get me decent coffee and some breakfast…so I figure if we stop somewhere along the way to work then it should only take fifteen minutes or so…maybe less."

"Whatever" I laughed as we headed down the stairs. I grabbed my bag from the side table I had left it on last night and with one last look around we we're out the door.

"So considering the layout is done…and your sketch is done…what is there left other then checking it over." Brooke looked at me and I just laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah…that layout you did yesterday…was just that…a layout…now it has to be applied to every regular article in the magazine…and then layouts still need to be done for all the special articles…then everything gets printed…then edited…then printed… then reedited and printed again…then me and the other assistant editors get to spend all day Friday going over every page to make sure there are no errors. Believe me Brooke…I am no where near done with this issue."

"So to put it simply…I get to do more layouts today" Brooke looked at me with hopeful eyes and I just smiled and nodded in her direction as we pulled into the parking garage. I wish everyone was as enthusiastic as Brooke…don't get me wrong, I love my job and all but it gets stressful at times.

We stopped at a café at the end of the block to get food and coffee before heading up to my office. I didn't have a sketch to complete so Brooke and I worked side by side to get the layouts done and submitted. We made a pretty good team and by the end of the day I was back on schedule…finally.

We were back at the apartment by 10 o'clock that night and we agreed on the hot tub after a long day. "Okay…so…I was hoping I would be done early with this issue but I'm gunna finish just on time instead since tomorrows Thursday and I still have to apply half the layouts and finish the editing."

"Don't worry we'll get it done" Brooke said reassuringly.

"No…I'll get it done. Your in New York and I want you to enjoy yourself. I have front row tickets to a certain show. Now you picked a great time to visit because it's fashion week here and you are going to a high fashion runway show." I saw her eyes brighten immediately. This was my way of saying thank you for everything she's done for me…from driving up here…to helping me with the magazine…to just being there throughout my whole life when I need her.

"Peyton…these are your tickets and I'm sure the magazine could do without you for one day…get someone else to apply the layouts…how the hell can they screw it up."

"Believe me they could…don't ask how…but they could. Either way Brooke…you've always been into this fashion stuff…I'm not…I couldn't tell you Versace from Gucci and you know it. You'd enjoy the show more then I would…and I want you to go Brooke. You know you want to"

"Thank you so much Pey" she leaned over and hugged me tightly.

"It's no problem at all."

"You didn't have to lie to me though" we pulled away and I looked at her oddly. "There is no way you could be editor of Cosmo and not know anything about fashion. You've been working for this magazine for a couple of years and I'm sure you've attended every high fashion week in New York and as editor of Cosmo I know you've been to fashion in both Rome and Paris. And to top it off…I would actually wear your clothes now…if I could fit them you skinny little bitch." She rolled her eyes and huffed in mock disgust. "You better be glad I love you or else I'd have to kill you for having that body…I mean you actually give me competition." She raised a brow at me before winking.

"Sure Davis…look we should head downstairs…you need to be out of here by 6:30. As editor I get clothes from different designers and I already the right people that you are taking my spot so they have to get you measured. You get to pick 5 outfits…each from a different designer and you get a custom fit. If you're out of here by 5:30 then you should get there by six and you'll get to meet some designers before your fitting."

"Peyt…this is really too much" She really had changed over the years…the old Brooke never would have given a second thought to accepting this offer, by now she would have been in her room trying to find something to wear and then she would have raided my closet to find something.

"Brooke…its fine really. I've gone to tons of these shows and I'll go to more…I want you to enjoy yourself. Now you can go back to Tree Hill with a seriously memorable trip. You deserve this Brooke."

"Are you sure" She asked as we headed down to our rooms.

"Positive" I assured her before wrapping my arms around her. "There will be an extra key under the front mat for when you get back tomorrow night and there will be a limo downstairs at 5:30. Have fun" we pulled apart and she smiled at me gratefully.

"Thank you so much Pey" I nodded before turning around and heading to my room.