A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm slowly going to make things clearer. Hope you stick with it and you might be lucky enough to get another update this weekend, if I manage to finish off a few things.

From Yesterday

Nathan was sitting in his room trying to drown out the noise from downstairs. Once again, his parents were having a shouting match about everything and nothing. Nathan couldn't really make out what it was about this time and he didn't care.

He's phone started ringing. He looked at the id disappointingly. After a couple of rings, he flipped his cell out and answered. "Miss me already." Nathan said.

"And what if I do." The female voice said.

"Don't worry, I won't hold it against you." She chuckled at his response.

"When can I see you again?" She enquired.

"Not sure at the moment." He looked over at his clock and replied.

."Can you come by now?" She asked.

"I told you I had stuff to do." He rolled his eyes getting bored by the conversation.

"Well I thought you might have finished by now." She added.

The voices downstairs seemed to be getting louder while he was on the phone. He was sure that she could hear it through the phone. "Err, it's not really convenient now. Can I call you later?" It wasn't really a question that was asked, more of an 'I'll call you later'.

She didn't seem to impressed by this and just said, "Sure, whatever."

"Don't get like that Melissa." Nathan's voice more serious, than earlier.

"Don't worry, I get it Nathan. I'll just see you whenever." Nathan pressed the end button on his cell and walked out of his room. Walking down the stairs, he looked in the direction of the room his parents where in. He shook his head and went out the front door.

Lucas was sitting at his laptop when he heard a knock on his bedroom door from outside. "Come in."

Haley walked in, "Hey."

"You know you don't have to knock." Lucas greeted her.

"I didn't want to walk in on anything I shouldn't." She responded. "What are you up to anyway?"

"Just finishing off an essay for school. What can I do for you Hales?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm bored. Done all my work for school and I needed some light relief so I thought you might be able to help." She sat down on his bed as he watched her.

"What's wrong?" He got up from his seat and sat next to Haley on the bed.

"Nothing. Just bored like I told you." She was hoping that she sounded convincing but he wasn't fooled by her answer.

"I can tell when you're lying and when something is wrong and one of those times is now, so fess up."

She sighed before answering. "Nothing really, just my parents being themselves. I shouldn't let it get me down but it does sometimes."

"Of course it will get to you. No disrespect intended, but sometimes I think your parents are on another planet and Peyton has the same opinion."

Haley looked at Lucas and smiled. "I know they're unconventional but they love me. It would just be nice if they would see that some of the things they don't conform to are important to me."

Lucas put his arm around Haley. "Have you told them what you're telling me?"

"Not really." She simply responded.

"Then how would they know, they're not mind readers. Sit down and tell them your feelings. They would appreciate that. Aren't they all about expressing one self."

Haley pulled out of his arm and looked him straight in the eye. "Don't you start quoting them. I get enough of that at home. Totally changing the subject but where did you disappear to last night. I was looking for you?"

Lucas placed his fingers on his chin. "Would it have anything to do with a certain drunk cheerleader?"

"Might have. I couldn't find Nathan. He conveniently disappeared too and I had to open up today so I needed someone to keep an eye on her."

"Skills and I went to the Rivercourt with a few of the guys. Who got the pleasure of babysitting Miss Davis?"

"Someone that Brooke wouldn't have wanted me to ask."

"Well I don't think you would have asked Tim so it would have to be a certain female relation of mine." Lucas smiled and shook his head "Did she actually do it?"

"Yes. I owe her big time as well as Brooke. God knows what the two of them are going to get me to do. They could be discussing it this very moment."

Lucas squinted his eyes in confusion. "Why now?"

"They've made plans to do Mr Chavez's project today. I'm sure Brooke has a big hangover too.

Lucas began laughing. "That should be interesting. I would love to be a fly on that wall."

Haley's voice got serious. "Do you feel like Peyton's hiding something from us? I know her grandmother was sick but she wasn't well for months before she left and she died three months after Peyton left Tree Hill. It all seems suspicious."

"I'm not sure but if she's got something to tell us then she will in her own time. You know how she is. She's guarded and closes up. We just have to be here when she does open up."

Peyton stood nervously outside the front door. She had already knocked and was waiting for it to be answered. She turned round, with her back to the door, and looked round the neighbourhood.

Brooke walked slowly to the door. She was feeling a lot better since this morning. She left the cleaner with the beach house mess and got back to the main house to fix herself up. She looked through the peephole and noticed the curly blonde hair. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey." Brooke spoke in her usual husky voice. Peyton turned round and their eyes instantly met each other's. "Hey yourself."

Brooke opened the door fully to let the blonde girl in. She quickly closed the door behind them and walked behind Peyton.

"Doesn't seem like this place has changed much. Everything's still the same." Peyton commented.

Brooke was looking everywhere except at Peyton. "Pretty much. I've ordered some food, hope you're hungry."

Peyton stood and watched Brooke. "That's great, I haven't eaten. So which room should I be walking into or should I do the tour again?"

"I guess we can just go into the front room." Brooke pointed in the direction of the room she was talking about.

Peyton walked in and sat on one end of the couch while Brooke got some drinks out of the fridge. She placed them on the table and sat at the other end of the couch.

"I bought the envelope." Peyton pulled the envelope out of her bag, opened it and pulled out a card. She began to read what was on it. "First answer the following questions and share them with your partner.

What is your passion?

Use one word to describe yourself

What is one of your fears?

Who's the person that knows you the best?

Name a misconception that people have of you

The project is to put together a visual presentation using any medium about social misconceptions in society. This can be about class, culture, religion, etc."

"Ok, so I'll answer first. I have a passion for fashion and I would describe myself as fabulous. One of my fears is people that wear multi coloured tank tops, or just tank tops in general"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "I should have known that you wouldn't take this seriously."

"Like you were gonna." Brooke bit back.

Peyton was furious and voice reflected this. "Yes I was. I'll give you my answers anyway. My passion is music and art, I would describe myself as misunderstood and my fear is that love is just a word that people throw around but don't mean."

Brooke looked at Peyton and she instantly felt regretful. "I'm sorry. Let's just start again." As Peyton had put herself out there and been truthful, she decided that she would follow suit. "My first answer was serious. I like designing clothes and I think I want to pursue it. I guess unhappy is a word that would describe me, which kind of links into my fear and misconception. People think I'm happy and I was once. I guess I fear that I'll never be happy again. I also fear that the person that I hurt the most won't be able to forgive me for something that I regret everyday."

"Have you told them that?" Peyton asked softly.

Brooke looked away. "No. I don't think they would listen."

Peyton brushed some hair away from her face. "You won't know if you don't try."

"I guess so." Brooke looked up and gave a timid smile. "For the next question, I would say Nathan knows me the best."

"So he knows about last year." Peyton interrupted.

"Like Lucas and Haley." Peyton shook her head. "I haven't told anyone." Brooke continued.

"I guess no one really knows everything about anybody." Peyton looked at Brooke and saw the vulnerability in her. "Don't you get tired of wearing the façade?"

The question seemed to stun Brooke, not because it was Peyton that asked it but because it seemed she was reading her private thoughts. She wanted so badly to answer the question truthfully. It was an internal war going on in her head. Should she answer with the face on or be herself. All she could do was simply nod.

"Have your parents been around much?" Peyton enquired.

"Not since…" Brooke was feeling uncomfortable and couldn't find the words to continue.

"Brooke." Peyton tried to get the other girl to open up. Brooke instantly stopped the blonde from continuing. "Peyt, I don't want to talk about it now."

"Well we should because we need to move on and get past it. You're obviously feeling guilty about what happened." Peyton was hoping a little push would help Brooke talk about it.

Brooke started crying as her words came out. "I am guilty. I didn't mean for it to get that far or for you to leave Tree Hill. It just got out of control and you left before I had a chance to fix it."

Peyton moved closer to Brooke, put her arm around the brunette and pulled her closer.