A/N: It's been a while since I posted this but I wrote the first chapter really quickly and then it hit me that I had to write more. Most of my attention has gone on The Heart Wants What It Wants but I never forgot about this.

Questions that were asked, I will answer now. This will eventually lead to a Peyton and Brooke friendship and is open to more. I hadn't realised until after I wrote it that it was so similar to Gossip Girl. I only wanted to use the anonymous texting. It won't follow it other than that. I guess I might pull in some other influences to help this along. Peyton's reason for leaving will be revealed but I'm not sure when.

So here's the next chapter and I don't own any of the characters

All We Know Is Falling

Peyton had cleared the stuff out of her car, confused by what had happened. Lucas and Haley filled her in on what she had missed regarding Brooke's status at school. Brooke was always popular but in Peyton's eyes it was beyond ridiculous.

Peyton had reached her empty home 'some things haven't really changed' she thought to herself. For many years she would come home to an empty house.

Most days of the year, her dad was off on some job, so she had to practically look after herself.

She walked into her room and threw her bag down. After she switched her computer on and logged on, she put some music on.

A message alert appeared on her screen and she walked over and looked at it.

'Mum has invited you over for dinner. She's not taking no for an answer. It's either you come over or we come there. It's your choice.'

'What time then L?'

'7:30pm and don't be late'

'C u then'

She had some time to spare before she would have to leave for dinner. She had already had a quick shower. She picked up her sketchpad and sat on her bed, with her back resting on the headboard.

For her, drawing was her therapy, a way of expression and output. It would soothe her just to draw how she was feeling. She would never really give much thought to what she was going to draw; it would just become something.

It was quite a while before she finished but she was satisfied with it. She wrote some words and she walked over to her computer. She held the recently drawn picture up to her web cam, showing whoever was watching.

Even though her site had no activity while she was gone, someone was looking at the precise moment and saw the picture of a car with diapers and condoms with the words 'Back 2 the jungle of Tree Hill High'.

The person laughed and was glad to see that Peyton still had her sense of humour, be it sarcastic. The site was sorely missed and was always an escape to this viewer, a break form the norm. A smile would always cross their face.

This time it didn't stay for long at Peyton walked out of her room. "I'll see you soon." The viewer said.

Peyton hopped into her car, keeping the roof down. She loved driving with the wind in her curly blond hair. It was a usual Tree Hill site to see her drive with the top down and her arm just hanging out.

Usually she'll be driving like a mad woman. It would take you more than one hand to count the amount of times she nearly hit someone.

Peyton was trying to change the music but it seemed to be taking longer than usual. She took her eye off the road for a second (it was more like five). When her eyes were focused back on to the road, she hit the brakes suddenly.

Her car was an inch away from hitting the freaked out and angry figure in front of her. Peyton was instantly feeling apologetic and was about to speak when she realised who the person was 'like things couldn't get any worse. Maybe I shouldn't have hit the brakes.' She thought.

"Are you trying to make yourself the most unpopular girl in school or is this just your way of revenge Sawyer?" Brooke sniped.

"This was just my way of saying hi and that I missed you Davis. It's not like I've nearly hit anyone else as much as you. I've missed this routine of ours." Peyton smiled.

The blonde always had to drive pass the Davis house to get to Karen's. It was like they had their watches synced with each other as there were many times that this had happened.

Brooke would always be coming from a neighbour's house across the street when Peyton would nearly hit her with the car.

It would give Peyton a sense of pleasure to get under the skin of the other girl. She wasn't sure why Brooke had taken such a disliking to her.

Sure they were different but Peyton wasn't the scum of the earth so why did Brooke treat her like she was.

"Are you ever gonna learn how to drive Sawyer?" The brunette asked.

"Are you ever gonna be nice to me?" Peyton answered with a question of her own.

"I have no intention." Brooke sniped back.

"Neither have I." Peyton kept her gaze firmly on the other girl.

"Don't let me keep you from returning to the gutter." Brooke walked around the car and stood on the pavement.

"What's happened since I've been gone? Your words don't seem to carry as much venom as it used to. You getting soft on me?" Peyton couldn't help but try a different tactic on the other girl.

"In your dreams Sawyer." Brooke really didn't have anything else to say.

"Well then I'll see you there later." Peyton smirked and drove off.

Brooke wasn't sure what just happened. She didn't want to admit to Peyton, let alone herself that she was 'getting soft'. She wasn't sure why her words were limp. She wasn't as angry as she was earlier; she had time to calm down. She walked in a huff and opened her front door.

Their verbal sparing had been quite common before Peyton left town. It was Brooke's little secret that she kind of enjoyed them. It didn't mean she liked her, it was just that no one could keep up with or challenge her the way Peyton did.

She shook her head at the thought that their confrontation would be the highlight of her evening. She closed the door to her house, walking through the empty corridor.

She only had one destination and that was her room. It was amazing how she could be so popular, but yet feel alone. Her house was empty which was the same as every night. When there was a party or game to cheer at, then she was always there come rain or shine.

That was just the Brooke she had to show, the façade. Somewhere along the way, she lost herself, her sense of direction, and her dream.

Originally this was what she wanted but now that she had it all, she realised that it was no longer for her, that it wasn't enough.

She was now starting to think about life after high school and it was scaring her. She decided that she was going to leave the worrying for at least a week and put her thoughts to planning the first party of the school year.

Peyton still had a smirk on her face when she pulled up to Karen's. She found it funny that she had the last word with Brooke, potentially flirtatious words at that.

In most cases Brooke had the last word and would just storm off. This actually made Peyton wonder how much had really changed in Tree Hill.

Peyton reached the front door and gently tapped the knocker.

"Peyton, it's good to see you." She was quickly enveloped in a hug. "How are you doing?" Karen asked pulling away.

"Better than expected Aunt Karen." Peyton responded hoping that Karen wouldn't want full details. She didn't really want to talk about it. She knew she had to do it eventually but not now.

It was like Karen sensed this as she didn't continue and instead ushered her into the house where Lucas greeted her.

"Mum thought you could do with proper food Peyt. I said I would invite you over if she promised not to have a go at you for not saying anything before you left and especially not saying goodbye."

Brooke was lying in her bed staring at the ceiling. She was just looking at the cracks, clearing her mind of everything. All the little and big things, that were playing on her mind.

She had turned her phone to silent as she was constantly getting texts and calls that she didn't want to deal with.

There was a comfortable silence that she was used to. When she was alone in her room, she could really be herself, most of the time. Answering her phone would bring fake Brooke out and she wanted to be real Brooke, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

She had already eaten her dinner, which was prepared for her. She had enough money to have a cook, cleaner, anything she wanted except her parents. At this point, she didn't want them anyway.

She had been so accustomed to not having them around that it would feel alien having them back and she hoped that they didn't, as they don't care anyway.

She raised her head up and reached for something on her bedside table. "Hello Jack." She said before taking a big gulp of her drink and pouring another one.

Peyton had left Karen's after a couple of hours with a container of food. Karen always worried about Peyton being home alone and had even suggested that she moved in with them.

Though she was grateful, Peyton couldn't and didn't want to leave her home. She enjoyed her space and the fact she could play music as loud as she wanted, though all the rooms.

As an alternative, Karen suggested that Peyton should have at least one home cooked dinner with them on a weekly basis.

Peyton put the food away and went upstairs. Her mind went back over the day wondering what sort of rumours went round for Brooke to have put diapers and condoms in her car. 'It could have been worse.' She thought. 'Note to self, don't park in Brooke's space or maybe I should just to wind her up again.'