Tree Hill Slayer

Chapter 8

Buffy, Brooke and Peyton all showered, got ready, and then hit the stores. There were quite a few things Buffy needed to pick up anyways, because she hadn't been able to pack up ALL of her possessions and move to Tree Hill. The only things inside of her duffle bag were clothes, a tooth brush, and other sorts of necessities. Nothing that would make her feel at home in Peyton's house.

"Mind if we hit like a department store or something?" Buffy asked, eager to find herself in her "temporary" new home.

Brooke shrugged. "Hey Girlfriend, we can go wherever you want. I'm free all break. Plus, I've got money burnin' a hole through me pocket that I'm dying to spend." Her eyes lit up. "Oh my GOD, great idea!"

Peyton, who had just stopped in front of one of those mid-mall kiosks, looked up from the phone cases and sighed, "Are we going to do something illegal, because I'm going to need to change first..."

The brunette girl laughed and shook her head. "No, dummy! We're going to do something WAY cooler." She slapped Peyton on the arm, excitedly. "Buffy Winters make-over. Turn her into the coolest girl in Tree Hill. Kinda like a "She's All That" thing, but Buffy's already hot. We'll just make her hotter. And see how long it takes for all the boys in TH to fall all over her." She looked at Buffy, who was, pretty shocked.

"A make-over?" The slayer asked, "What are you going to change? I'm already peppy..and..blond." She looked at Peyton who rose an eyebrow. "And perky too! I was a cheerleader," she said. She sounded kind of stupid, she thought, trying to convince these girls of her social status. But it was all for a good cause, right?

"Hey!" Brooke clapped her hands, "So are we. Best ones on the team too." She winked. "So you in then, Winters?"

Buffy had to think about it a second. She didn't exactly understand what a "make-over" entailed. Plus, Brooke had said that she wanted to see how long it took for all the boys in the town to fall all over her. And she definitely didn't want to date anyone anytime soon. Also, maybe Brooke didn't think it was anything important, but they HAD been kissing- last night AND that morning. But she was curious, "I kind of don't understand what you want to do," she said.

Peyton rolled her eyes. "Neither do I. I never get Brooke's crazy ass plans. But, it's a fun ride usually," she chuckled, "So you might as well hop on Buff."

Brooke took both of their arms and started dragging them towards a store called "Priceless", and Buffy could tell by the way the mannequins in the window sparkled, that she wouldn't be able to afford anything in the place. But Brooke didn't seem to care about Buffy's expression. She just pulled her and Peyton through the big glass doors to shop.

"Here's the thing Ms. Self Defense," Brooke said, and started grabbing things off the racks, most of them trashy dresses, "You're hot in your jeans and jackets, believe me. But you've def got the body for these!" She wiggled a shiny red dress that probably wouldn't even go down to Buffy's middle thigh. "And me and Peyt.. Well we're a team. But if you want in on it, you gotta look the look. You gotta wear THESE."

Buffy frowned, "I don't have the money for this. I used practically all of my," she thought about the wallet she'd basically stolen, "Savings. And now I only have like maybe two hundred left. And I really need to get some shampoo or whatever."

Brooke shrugged. "Hey, clothes are on me. Well they'll be ON you," she winked, "But I'll pay for them. Don't worry. I know what I personally look good in. AND Peyt here. But it's YOU that's a mystery. We'll get us all dolled up and go out dancin'. The only thing guys like more than girl-on-girl dancing is girl-on-girl-on-girl dancing." She grabbed Buffy's arm and took her to the dressing room.

Peyton followed, obviously amused, and mouthed to Buffy, "Sorry," when the slayer looked back at her worried.

Once they were all in the hall of dressing rooms, Brooke shoved Buffy into one of the rooms and started throwing dresses over the door. "Put the red one on first!" she said, "Then the black one, then this one, this one, this one... BUT COME OUT IN BETWEEN EACH ONE."

Peyton sat down on the bench and crossed her legs. "Did you ever think that maybe dressing up ISN'T her thing, Brooke?" she asked. "Like maybe she's trying to be a jacket and jeans girl in Tree Hill?"

"I considered it," Brooke replied, "But then I decided I didn't care. Girl's hot. You know that. I know that. SHE knows that. And she's strong enough to kick both of our asses. The only thing that'll make her MORE of a catch is a dress. Imagine it."

"You've got a serious obsession," Peyton rolled her eyes, "Really you do. She's trying to find herself. You should just let her do it. Maybe she's like me. Maybe she needs to express herself through..."

"Art and ridiculous music?" The brunette laughed. "Maybe. But just go with it, okay? I wanna see her in a..."

Buffy's door opened and she stood there looking like a dream in red silky. She ran one hand through her hair and looked sort of sheepishly at the other two. "Well?"

Peyton stood up, and Brooke's mouth fell open just before she in said, "Damn Winters! Put that one in the HELL YES pile!" Then to Peyton- "We have competition now!"

Buffy stepped back in the dressing room and worked to unzip the dress and get out of it. Her head was kind of whirlwind. She licked her lips and looked at herself in the mirror before she stepped out in the second dress, a satin black piece with a silver attached belt.

Brooke whistled at her, and then stepped up and adjusted the strap on Buffy's shoulder. She let her thumb run down Buffy's shoulder, and down the edge of her chest. Then, slowly, she pulled it out. "I like the way it fits you," she told her and then stopped. Her eyes momentarily became trapped in Buffy's. Brooke felt her cheeks getting hot. She wanted to step back, catch her breath, but she couldn't. She reached another hand out, let her fingertips slide down the front of Buffy's stomach. The blonde's abs were rock hard. Suddenly, Brooke felt the urge to kiss her and kiss her hard. But of course, Peyton was there. And looking at both of them totally weird.

"You two need a room?" she asked, "Because you could just go back in there?" She cocked an eyebrow and pointed at the dressing box that Buffy had just came out of. Peyton was really confused. Her bestfriend was acting totally strange. She had bonded with Buffy so quickly, that Peyton had actually taken the risk to let Buffy move in with her. And she wasn't regretting it or anything, but she DID wonder what it was that made Brooke so fascinated in the blond. It wasn't like she was jealous or anything, just really curious.

For a moment Brooke considered shoving Buffy back into the dressing room, and kissing her. She knew Buffy would let her, because the lust in her eyes was obvious. They had some odd connection- Brooke and Buffy- and Brooke could feel tension coming off of Buffy in waves. If she just.. Stepped forward, push her hands on her hips, walked her back.. But she couldn't. Because sometimes Brooke did crazy stuff when she was drunk. And sometimes she did crazy stuff when she was hungover. But she DEFINITELY did not make out with girls when she was sober.