This chapter will be Brooke, Peyton, and Haley. It'll start when they're eight years old.
"Is this thing on?" Lydia James asked.
"I don't know...I'll go stand in front of it and see if the red light is on...yupp ! it's on! We're recording." Victoria Davis said, well more liked rambled.
"Okay, Haley Bob James, get over here!" She called to her youngest daughter.
"Mommy what do you want? And how many times have I told you, its ELIZABETH. I mean you're the one who gave me that name, you would think you would remember it, but nope, nope, nope, nope."
"Just sit down." Her mom demaned. Haley obliged.
"State your name and age" Haley looked at her mom as if she were insane but answered anyway.
"Haley Elizabe/Bob James. 8 years old. Mommy, you know this."
"Okay, so who are you're best friends in the whole wide world?"
Haley looked at her mom like she was stupid, this time. "Brooke, and Peyton. But Peyton's been distanst lately, and I know she's upset because her mommy is up in heaven with pappy James. But me and Brooke are her best friends, and we're not gonna leave her. I don't think she understands that though." Victoria reached down and hugged the young girl who had tears in her eyes, and a confused look on her face.
"She knows that Hales, but all you and Brooke can do is always be there for her whenever. Next question. What's your favorite color...this week." Lydia added 'this week' as an after thought remembering that her daughters favorite colors changed all the time.
"Ummm Purple!"
"What's your favorite thing to do?"
"Dress up as a Princess with Brooke and Peyton. I'm always Cinderella, Brooke is Snow White, and Peyton is Repunzel."
"Okay, Hunny you can go back to playing. Send Brooke over."
"Okay Mommy!"
Haley rushed over to her friends.
"Brookeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy it is your turn. So gooooooo."
"I'm going Bob. Calm down." With that Brooke walked over to where her mother and Lydia stood.
"State you're name and age please."
"Brooke Penelope Davis. 8"
"Who're you best friends in the whole wide world?"
"Peyton and Haley. You know that Lydi. But Peyton is being all mopey and me and Haley are all supportive and junk, but I feel like she's pushing us away. Like she expects us to leave her like her mommy did, but we keep telling her we are never leaving. But she doesn't wanna listen." Brooke said tears in her eyes. She didn't understand why Peyton was pushing them away. If her mommy died she'd want to be with her friends all the time. Victoria bent down and got eye level with her daughter.
"Peyton is just confused and doesn't understand why her mommy left. She's scared she's gonna loose you guys too. But you have to show her she'll never be able to get rid of you guys."
"Okay mommy."
"Next question. What's you're favorite color?"
"Blue! Like the ravens! My daddy was on their basketball team." Lydia laughed at this.
"Okay. What's you're favorite thing to do?"
"Just to spend time with Haley and Peyton, whatever we're doing."
"Aww that's so sweet. Now go get Peyton."
"Okay!" And Brooke skipped off back over to her friends.
"Peyton it be you're turn chick."
Peyton just laughed at her friends choice of words. She walked over to where they had set up the whole thing."
"What is your name and age?"
"Peyton Sawyer. 8"
"Who're you're best friends in the whole wide world."
Peyton hesistated before answering.
"Brooke and Haley...but I have been annoying them lately. With all my mopiness. "
"Peyton you're not annoying them. They're more worried abd frustrated than anything. They want you to understand that the're never gonna leave you. You're stuck with them Sawyer." Victoria told the now crying girl.
"Yeah Peyt they love you to death. They don't want you thinking that they're ever gonna leave you, because they won't. Next question.."
Peyton nodded telling her to go on.
"Favorite color?"
"Red."
"Okay, Brooke, Haley get over here!" Lydia yelled.
Brooke and Haley ran over.
"So girls, do you think you guys are always gonna be friends?"
Haley and Brooke answered without hesistations.
"Of course." They noticed that Peyton didn't answer.
"Peyton, you know that right?"
"Yeah Peyt, we are always gonna be best friends, forever. We are NEVER gonna leave you. Okay? You're stuck with us. Nothing will ever make us leave you. Never. You got that?"
Peyton nodded. Tears streaming down her face. Brooke and Haley pulled her into a hug.
And there stood three eight year olds, too smart to be eight, holding eachother, making a solem vow. To be friends forever. And thats how the videdo ended.
11 years
"Okay the comera is on. Jimmy go get Haley !"
"Haley come over here, now."
Haley strutted over in her new cheerleading outfit.
"Yeah?"
"Video time. State your name and age."
Haley rolled her eyes.
"Haley Elezabeth James. 11."
"Who are your best friends?"
"Brooke and Peyton. Just like always." She answered in a duh tone.
"Okay, so what's with the outfit?"
This got Haley excited.
"So today was our frist day of middle school, so Brooke dragged me and Peyton to cheerleading try outs. And we were some of the best so now we're on the cheer squad."
"So whats you're favorite color?"
"Green."
"Any boys in your life?"
"No. I mean there is alot of cute boys, but none that have really, ya know, caught my eye."
"Okay go get Brooke."
Haley skipped back up to her room.
"Brooke it's your turn. Video time." Brooke groaned but made her way downstairs.
"My name is Brooke Penelope Davis. I am 11 years old. My best friends are Haley and Peyton. M favorite color is orange. Anything else?" She said before they could even say anything.
"Umm yeah, so I heard you're on the cheerleading squad."
"Yeah, we tried out and we were like the best. I totally knew that those years os dance would pay off!"
The adults all laughed.
"Any boys Ms. Davis?"
"Ehh, lots of cute ones, but no. No one serious."
"Okay you can go get Peyton." Brooke nodded and made her way back up to Haley's room.
"Peyt it is your turn. Good luck. They ask about boy. So be sure to tell them about Julian."
"Shut up !" Peyton yelled as she walked downstairs.
"The name is Peyton Sawyer. I am 11. My best friends are Brooke and Haley. My favorite color is still red. Yes we are on the squad. And yes I've met a boy. His name is Julian Baker. Am I missing anything?"
The adults all shook their heads, not surprised.
"Davis, James get down here now chicas." Peyton yelld as Brooke and Haley rounded the corner.
"We had to make sure you were honest about the boy part."
They laughed while Peyton glared at them.
"Anyway," Haley said turning to the camera. "Yes we are still as close as ever, and plan on staying that way. I would say we are the Three Musketeers, but we're not guys, but you get the picture. So yeah. We need to go. Bye. "
And with that the three girls walked off. Arms linked laughing at something Brooke just said. The solem vow still intact.
14 years
The three grils sat on the couch.
"We are the Famous Haley James, Brooke Davis, and Peyton Sawyer. We are all 14. Today is our first day of high school. And we already tried out for the squad and we made it, so we are officially cheerleaders at Tree Hill High. We are al single. Baker and Peyton realized they were better as friends. Brookes favorite color is pink, Peyton's is still red. And mine? Mine is blue" Haley said, the last part all dreamily.
"Any reason for blue being your favorite color Hales?" Vicotria aaasked, truley interested.
"NO!" Hely said quickly.
"Liar! There were these guys at the mall yesterday, three of them, totaly gorgeous, and the one Haley seems to infatuated with Has dreamy blue eyes. They just moved here to Tree Hill. They're names are Lucas, he's mine, Jake, he's Peyton's, and Nathan, he's Haleys. Well at least they're who we called. So yeah. Are we done here now?"
"Yes. girls have a good fisrt day of high school. These are the best and worst times of your lives. Don't lose eachother along the way."
The three girls looked at eachother, and whispered never. And it was true. They had been through everything together, and they were going to go through everything else together. Tree Hill High better watch out for these three girls ready to take the school by storm.