PPOV
I'm lying on my bed, with my earphones blasting music in my ears, staring at my latest sketch. It's of Brooke and Felix together while I'm in the background looking on sadly. In the bottom right corner it says "Your happiness comes first." And that's all I want for her, because she deserves nothing short of a perfect life. Even if that means that I'm always stuck in the friend zone, no matter how much it hurts me. I love her to much. She's the most beautiful person I know, and I'm not talking about looks. Although she's also pretty damn hot. She's the most caring person I've ever met, she's funny, she stands up for her friends, she's bold, she always knows what she wants and she not afraid to go out and get it. Of course there's also the cold hearted bitch that most people see her as, but that's only cause they don't know her like I do, or they've gone and crossed her somehow. Suddenly I feel a presence and I know exactly who it is, so I pause my music.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I casually ask.
"Funny you would ask that Blondie, cause I was fixing to ask you the same thing," she says with an eyebrow raised to empathize her point.
Shrugging slightly, I avoid her gaze and mumble out an "I overslept."
She just keeps standing in the doorway, but now she's giving me the "Uh huh, sure" look. Sometimes I love the fact that we're so in tune with eachother, and other times, like now for example, it's really annoying. "Look B. Davis it's nothing, seriously, I just didn't feel like going to school today."
"Ok then why didn't you answer any of my calls or texts?" she questions curiously.
"I didn't hear my phone ring," I answer back simply. She still looks like she's not to convinced but thankfully she lets it drop. She walks fully into my room and I quickly grab and close my sketchpad before she lays down next to me. Her scent instantly attacks my senses and it takes all of my self-control to stop myself from leaning over and inhaling her. She's going to be the death of me...
"So P. Sawyer what's on the agenda for the rest of today?" After seeing my questioning look she rolls her eyes. "Please don't tell me you planned on spending the entire day brooding?"
"I don't brood!" I glare at her. Ok I do but still! Stupid, beautiful Brooke. Just couldn't let me brood in peace.
She scoffs at me in disbelief. "Come on Blondie you know that was a lie. You and Luke were perfect for eachother because of that fact alone." I saw an unidentifiable emotion flit across her face whenever she mentioned me and Luke being together. Hm, I wonder what look was. It couldn't've been jealousy, could it? I mean she's with Mr. Ego now and she's happy so she shouldn't still be pining after Luke. But even if she was she has nothing to worry about, I'm SO not going down that road again. But maybe, just maybe, that jealousy was directed towards Lucas instead of me. Ha yeah good one Peyt. Brooke's straight. "Peyton?" Get over it. "Peyton!" Although I probably should let her in on my feelings before they make me explode. "Peyton! Hey yo Blondie!"
"Huh? What? What's up?" Brooke's screaming pulled me outta my thoughts.
"Did you even hear anything I just said?" she asked semi annoyed. My sheepish smile gave me away and she laughed before slapping me on the arm. "I said, we've got cheerleading practice later and since we're so close to the competition we really can't cancel, so move your ass."
"Ugh. Brooke can't you just go without me?" I beg even though I know I'm gonna give in and go anyway.
"Nope, now lets go," she replies cheerily.
I groan before getting up and getting dressed. Damnit. I'm whipped and we're not even together. How in the hell is that even fair?
BPOV
Huh...I wonder what the jealousy was all about. I mean it's not like I actually want Luke anymore. He's like a brother to me now, so I don't see a reason why it would bug me for him and Peyton to get back together. And there's the jealousy again. Weird...
I zone back into reality just as Peyton's getting undressed and I can't help but stare. We've seen eachother in various states of undress before, but for some reason it feels different this time. I can't bring myself to look away and the only thought running through my mind at the moment is I can't believe how sexy she looks. She looks up, catching my eye, and I look away blushing. Thankfully she didn't comment on my ogling.
"Ready Blondie?" I ask as casually as I can, even though I can still feel the receding redness in my cheecks.
"Nope, but seeing as I don't really have a choice in the matter lets go," she replies sarcasticly.
"That's the spirit!" I say cheerily, making her crack a smile.
I'm over at Felix's house. He called me after practice and asked me to come by. Hence me being here at his place. For some reason I can't put my finger on, being here with him feels wrong, it just doesn't feel the same. Our relationship's been changing for a little while now, and I can't figure out the reason. Every time I try and figure it out, Peyton springs to the forefront of my mind. Trying to silence my confusing thoughts I begin a make-out session with Felix. Ugh! This isn't working! I wonder what it'd be like to kiss Peyton like this? Wait, what the hell? Where'd that come from? Peyton's my friend and nothing more. Focus Brooke, he's starting to notice you're not very into it. Hm, I never really noticed that he wasn't a very good kisser. I bet Blondie's a way better kisser then him. I wonder what her lips taste like. I bet they're soft, unlike his, which are rough and demanding. Wow, I think I just had an epiphany. I'm in love with Peyton. That explains everything. Oh...this's going to be a problem.
"Babe?" Felix's voice brought me outta my Peyton induced thoughts and made me realize we were no longer kissing. "Are you alright? You seemed to be a bit outta it."
"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Look I've gotta go, but I'll call ya later k?" I gave him a quick goodbye peck and fled his house before he had any time to protest.
I really need to talk to someone, so I call the first person I can think of who isn't Peyton.
"Hello?"
"Hey Tutorgirl. Look I really need to talk, is there any chance you could meet me somewhere?"
"Yeah of course Brooke. Um...give me 10 minutes then I can meet you at Karens. Is that ok?"
"Yeah that sounds great. See ya soon."
"Bye."
I'm sitting at a corner table in the very back, drinking a coffee, when Haley walks in. She spots me, and after greeting Karen, makes her way towards me.
"So what's up?" she questions after taking her seat.
"Um...you want any coffee? This might be a long conversation." I ask, stalling for time.
"Brooke," she says sternly, seeing right through my actions. I inhale deeply and after exhaling, and fixing my gaze on the table, I start.
"Ok. So recently I figured out that I have feelings for someone. Deep feelings. For someone I shouldn't be having feelings like that for. And...I'm scared Haley, like terrified." I finish weakly. I look up to see her grinning at.
"Did you finally realize your feelings for Peyton?" she asks excitedly.
I just sit there gaping at her, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally I'm able to stutter out, "F-finally? W-what in the world d-do you mean, f-finally? "
"Oh come on Brooke, I've noticed the way you to are together. Hell you barely leave eachothers sides unless one of you has a boyfriend, and when that happens the other's always upset. Also I saw the way you completely dissed Felix this morning, and I assume it was because of Peyton right?" I nod my head slowly and try to wrap my head around everything Haley's told me.
"So you don't mind the fact that I like another girl?" I ask quickly. Even though we didn't start off as the best of friends, I value Haley's opinion almost as much as I do Peytons.
"Of course not, I think you two will make an adorable couple," she gushes. "So what are you going to do now?"
"Um...I honestly don't know, I mean I love her, but at the same time I don't want to pour my heart out to her and have it ruin our friendship if she doesn't feel the same," I tell her with a frown.
"Tell her," is the only thing she tells me.
"But-"
"No buts Brooke. Tell her. Trust me when I say that she'll feel the same. And even if she doesn't, yall's friendship is way to strong to be ruined by you admitting your feelings," she finishes with a soft smile.
"Thanks Tutorgirl, I really needed that," I thank her sincerely.
"My pleasure," she replies with a smile. "Now, go get your girl."
"Already gone."