Sisterhood of the Clothes Over BrosChapter 1: The Pants

Brooke's POV

I'd like to think that fate had a hand in what happened to us that summer. That destiny played it's part in sending us the pants. Where they came from and why they chose us... well, that will always be a mystery. Personally, I like mystery's, they're sexy. Kinda like me.

But perhaps that was part of their miracle, the pants. That they sensed in some weird psychic way how much we needed them. How much we needed some little bit of faith to hold onto... when it seemed like everything we believed in was about to slip away.

Funny to think how special one pair of pants can be. The pants that fit so perfect they made our asses look great. Even Haley had to admit it, and that girl is the biggest prude I've ever met. Peyton on the other hand, slapped her own ass and admitted the truth first hand.

But wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Allow me to backtrack 17 years and let you in on how we came to be the trio of bad asses we are today.

It started with a Yoga class. Three newly pregnant women who had nothing in common but their due dates. Soon they went from Yoga to Prenatal Aerobics, all three of them.

I came first of course, I always do. Peyton followed suit a day later and then Haley the day after that. From then on it was always the three of us. From ballet and cheerleading to concerts and plays, there wasn't anything we didn't do together.

Although I admit, I was the one to always take charge of situations, it always worked out to everyone's favor. And that's how it was with us: Give and take. But mostly give. We loved each other too much not to.

Like when Haley was being harassed by some jerk who thought he would get an A+ in class after one tutoring session. I started a rumor that he took steroids and Peyton slashed his tires. Or when Peyton's dad (who was always away on business) wasn't able to come home for yet another one of Peyton's birthdays. Haley and I had rushed over first thing to stay with her all night while she cried.

Or... When my parents died in a car accident, and I had no idea what to do with what they left me: a load of money and a big empty house full of memories I could never face alone.

Together, it was as if we formed one single, complete person.

The shy and beautiful tutor girl, Haley James.

The repressed artist and angry rebel, Peyton Sawyer.

And me, Brooke Davis, the well dressed and extremely hot vixen. Who at this very moment, is writing this incredible tale. A tale that will make you laugh. It will make you cry. But in the end, you just might learn something...

There comes a time in every girls life where she has to spend an entire summer away from the people she loves most. It just so happened, that this was our summer.

"You guys have no idea how much this is going to suck!" Haley cried out as all three of us walked around Tree Hill. "I mean, who the hell goes to Basketball camp who can't even dribble a basketball!"

Peyton sighed and wrapped an arm around Haley's tense shoulders, "Look at it this way tutor girl, by the time it's over you'll be a new woman. And you won't flunk out of P.E. You know what your guidance councilor said, if you don't pass P.E.—"

"—You won't graduate with your class." We all finished as a chorus.

"And you!" Peyton pointed a chipped black polished finger at me, "Leaving me here all alone while you go gallivanting around California." She threw her arms in the air, "How is it that I get stuck in Suck Hill?"

I stifled a laugh, "Puh-lease , I would so rather be here in Suck Hill than in California with my stick-up-their-ass grandparents." I sighed, "I can see it now, Gram is going to drag me from one charity event to another showing me off as if I were a prized Poodle." I scoffed.

Haley snorted with laughter, "Sorry," She covered her mouth, "It's just that... Well, I could totally picture you as a show dog." She buried her face into Peyton's side as they both laughed hysterically.

I stopped our brisk walk and set my hands on my hips, "Oh, go ahead, laugh it off. Just remember that when your stumbling across the court chasing that orange round thing..." I pretended to awkwardly dribble a basketball.

Haley's grin immediately wiped off her face, "Low blow Davis..." She pouted and I pulled her in for a hug as we continued our walk.

"She would know all about blowing..." Peyton cracked.

I gasped, " that was..." I struggled for words.

Peyton danced out reach when I swung my purse in her direction, hitting Haley on accident. "Hey! Innocent bystander here!" Haley held her hands up defenseless.

I shrug and walk on. Haley speeds up and links her arm through mine while holding her other out for Peyton. "It's really happening,'' she whispers sadly. "We're really not going to be together for the summer."

"It'll be fine. I'll call you—well, not you Hales, since it's not 'allowed' but I'll call Miss Sawyer everyday." I winked at Peyton, our earlier tiff completely forgotten.

"Oh yeah," Haley rolls her eyes, "That makes me feel sooo much better."

I squeezed her arm in mine gently then sighed, "We're just going to have to make the best of it. Who knows, maybe you'll get so good at basketball you become the first woman in the NBA!" I said excited.

We all had a good laugh at that.

Seeing a thrift store up ahead I made a beeline for it. I thrived for retro threads; it was one of my many weaknesses. I loved clothes almost as much as I loved boys, and that was saying something. Though, I had to admit, it was always hoes over bros when it came right down to it.

"Here we go." Peyton groaned, "Be prepared for squeals, shrieks and the occasional swear word when something doesn't fit." She looped her thumbs in her belt loops.

Haley agreed, "Oh yes, and my most favorite Brooke-meets-thrift-store moment is when she convinces the owner to lower their prices down to practically nothing at all. Even though she has enough cash in her pack pocket to buy the entire store." She sighed, "Oh Brooke, what the hell are we gonna do all summer without each other?" She was close to tears.

I ruffled her long fair locks until it was frazzled everywhere before saying, "Don't start the waterworks kid, you know it makes Peyton antsy." I winked at the curly haired blonde who rolled her deep blue eyes at me.

I opened the thrift store door and waited until both Hales and Peyt had walked in before I allowed myself to enter. There was just something about vintage thrift stores that was like heroine to me. It was almost better than chocolate. Almost.

"I spy with my little brown eye…" Haley murmured amused, "Something that would make Brooke squeal." She stopped in front of a mannequin, "Am I right?" She moved to showcase the display like one of Bob Barkers game show models.

I gasped and quickly covered my mouth to conceal a loud shrill scream. "Oh my goodness!" I rushed up beside the plastic model and took a look around for a sales rep. Then I remembered this was not Bloomingdales and all but ripped the sequined jean jacket from the mannequin.

Now normally I would have shuddered at such tackiness, but this was no ordinary bejeweled jean jacket. This jacket was made of real jean, not the thin stretchy kind they now sell in most department stores. This was stiff and thick, and surprisingly, it smelled of leather. I turned the material over in my hands, ignoring Peyton and Haley who were left behind to clean up the mess I had made retrieving the prize in my hands.

"This is like… The most amazing thing I've ever seen." I whispered staring at the hand woven engravings over the back of the jacket.

Pink Ladies, it said. Just like in the movie Grease only this wasn't a smooth baby pink vinyl replica. It was something else entirely, but it was awesome all the same.

"I have to have it." I managed to say out loud to Haley and Peyton.

"You have to stop coming in my shop as if you own the place Ms. Davis." Shirley Temple, or so I liked to call her on account of her short auburn curls, waltzed over from the back of the store. "I see you've come across my newest find."

Like me, Shirley loved vintage gear. She thrived on buying things from other thrift stores to put in her own. Sometimes she bought them up for resale and sometimes to just put on display. Items on display were never for sale, but me and Shirley shared a kinship in our love for thrift. So on rare occasions I managed to swindle a thing or two from her displays.

By the look on her face today however, there was no way I was going to walk out of this store with this jacket. Unless I ducked and rolled out the door like a linebacker for the Jets… Which I wasn't about to do in the heels I was wearing. Ever.

Then Peyton jumped in my line of vision shoving a pair of jeans in my face, "Try these on, I bet they'd look hot on you." She said as a way to distract me from the fact that I wasn't going to get my way.

Haley gently took the jacket my hands and gave it to Shirley, "Better make a run for it." I heard Haley mutter under her breath.

I snatched the jeans from Peyton and glanced down at them, "They're plain." I grimaced, "You try them on." I tossed them back into her arms, "You like plain."

She pretended to be offended, "Do I really?" She raised an interest brow, "Fine, but when you see how excellent they look on me you're going to wish you tried them on." She went into the dressing room and pulled the curtain closed, "Oh, by the way," She said while changing, "Did I mention that they have little pretty butterflies sewed into the back pockets?" She stuck her head out. Then walked out in the jeans. Looking fabulous.

Haley whistled, "Go Peyton!" She clapped.

Peyton bowed gracefully, "I'd like to thank you on behalf of myself and the group—and I hope we pass the audition." She circled around for us once more before slapping her own ass to emphasize she knew she looked hot.

"Okay, you were right. I'm jealous. You look awesome." I grinned back at her, "You should definitely buy them."

"Nah," Peyton shrugged, "I dunno, I mean, butterflies on my ass?" She turned for us to see the two butterflies on the back right pocket.

"Awww!" Haley cooed, "How cute!"

Peyton smiled, "You try them on." She disrobed right in front of us. Haley blushed profusely, "Peyton! What if someone sees you!" She scolded.

Peyton was as unfazed as I, "Are you going to try them on or not?"

"Not." She held her hands out.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh you are such a prude tutor girl!" I growled and kicked off my heels.

"What are you doing?" She said in a panic.

"I'm going to try on the jeans, what does it look like I'm doing?" I dropped my pants and shimmied in them, "Granted I'm not as slim as some…" I eyed Peyton.

"Oh please, you're like a damn twig." Peyton shot, "I'm just curious to see how much leg is left when you zip up."

I hadn't thought of that, "You're right." I frowned, "You're like an Amazon, Sawyer." I said as I pulled the jeans on. "If they fit you perfectly, then they're going to sag on me." I sighed and zipped up.

"Or not." Haley and Peyton Looked back at me from the mirror.

I looked at the pants from every angle, "I can't believe it." I said in awe, "They fit perfectly!" I snorted, "Okay, this is weird." I glanced at Peyton, "Did I grow or did you shrink?"

"She's not that much taller than you." Haley said, "I mean yeah she's taller but—what?" She looked from me to Peyton, "W-why are you looking at me like that?"

I pulled the jeans off and held them out to her, "You're the tie breaker. If they fit you. Than it means Peyton shrunk."

"Hey!" Peyton protested.

I ignored her of course, "And you can't go in the dressing room either." I teased, "You have to drop your pantalones right here. Right now." I wiggled my brows.

"Ooohhh that's interesting!" Peyton's face lit up, "You up for the challenge tutor girl? You're gonna have to suit up every day in front of the girls at the camp anyways."

Haley's face had gone pale, "Well crap, now you've scared her Peyton!" I sighed, "Look, just try them on. I'm curious to know if they fit you as good as they fit us. C'mon Hales, we do everything together."

She rolled her eyes, "I hate you." She held her hand out for the jeans.

I squealed enthusiastically and handed them over.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this." Haley muttered irritated, "It's bad enough I'm going to have to change in front of everyone at camp.'' She grunted and threw her pants down to the floor before teetering on her toes to put a leg into the jeans, "But nooo, you want me to change in a store where any stranger could just walk on in and see that today was Tuesday so I'm wearing my Tuesday undies!"

"Oh my god, she's serious." Peyton covered her mouth with both hands and laughed hysterically.

"At least we know she has a clean pair on. If they had said Saturday I would have just had to walk away and never come back." I teased then moved closer to snap the elastic of her granny panties.

She yelped in response and rubbed the side of her waist, "Ouch." She muttered and gave me a dirty look. "There." She said zipping the jeans. She placed her hands on her hips and then turned to look at us, "Happy?"

We both stared back at her with gaping mouths. 'Peyt'' I blinked, 'I think you may have shrunk.' I moved to look at Haley closer, 'Okay, this is freaking my shit out overtime.' I held my hands up, afraid to touch her.

"She doesn't even have to cuff the pants! There is no way shorty here can fit perfectly into the same jeans that fit me perfectly." Peyton circled Haley in awe.

"And me." I added, "It's the power of the thrift shop." My hands slapped down at my sides, "I told you many times. But you wouldn't listen." I shook my head, "We have to buy these, and I won't even bargain, I'll just fork over the cash."

Peyton was still awe struck, "When did you grow an ass Miss James? How long you been hiding that body under all those baggy clothes?" She gave her a playful shove.

I nodded, "Tutor girl, you look bitchin." I shook my head incredulously then winked at her.

Haley bit her bottom lip and gave her reflection a coy smile, "Yeah, I kinda do. Don't I?" She looked at her rear end and grinned, then she turned back at us, "You're uh, you're not gonna tell anyone about my underwear—are you?'' She said out of no where.

All three of us started to laugh uncontrollably.

I had called everyone over to my house that night for our last night together before we left on our separate journeys for the summer. Haley was going up north to Charleston for her Basketball camp, I was going to California to visit my grandparents and Peyton…

"Peyton will be still be in Tree Hill." She sighed and shoved a fist full of popcorn into her mouth. "Trusty 'ol Peyton Sawyer!" She said through a mouthful of kernels.

I wrinkled my nose disgusted and looked away, "Haley won't be too far away. It's only about a 2 hour drive."

"Yeah but I can't have any visitors. It's against the rules. We're supposed to keep our focus." Haley sulked, "I can barely get a phone call from my parent's. Not that they'll call. I don't even know where they are right now."

Peyton rubbed Haley's back gently, "Hey, if it makes you feel any better? Dad hasn't called in like—a week." She shrugged, "Shows how much he cares." She rolled her eyes and leaned back on the mounds of pillows she had set up in the center of my living room.

I didn't bother to add anything. What was there to add? My parent's were dead. Which was why I had the huge house all to my self. Which was also why there was a half empty 12 pack of beer at my feet, a bottle of vodka (just for me) and junk food galore.

"I have an idea." I said slightly tipsy from the alcohol.

Peyton flipped open one side of her night mask to look up at me, "Huh?"

I stood up, or rather swayed back and forth, "I have an idea. And it's going to make all our troubles go away." I held up a hand and ran upstairs.

'Great. She's going to bed.' Haley shook her head and tossed back the last of her beer bottle before belching really loud.

"That was masterful Haley James." Peyton giggled in her own drunken state, "The boys will come ah runnin!" She nudged Haley with her foot.

I shook my head and went up the rest of the stairs then into my room. Seeing the pink thrift store bag on my bed I grabbed it and stumbled back downstairs. I was almost at the bottom when my footing gave out and I ended up sliding down the last five steps using my ass as a surfboard.

"Ow." I groaned at the bottom and rolled over onto my stomach, "Medic!" I cried, "I need a medic!" I waved a hand around above my head.

Peyton began to make ambulance sounds with her hands cupped around her lips while Haley swaggered over in rush. "We're losing her! We're losing her!" She thumped down beside me and lifted the hair from my face, "It's too late." She closed her eyes sadly, "We've lost her." She shoved my face away with the palm of her hand, "Thank god!" She stood up and danced away from me when my foot darted out for a kick.

"My ass hurts." I whined and thumped the heels of my feet against the hardwood floor, "It hurts!" I cried out.

"Shut up!" Peyton shouted, "So what was your little 'plan' about?"

"Oh yeah!" I jumped back to my feet, completely cured from the pain in my ass cheeks. "This!" I pulled the jeans from the bag, "These!" I held them out for all to see.

Haley pretended to be fascinated, "Oh yes! It's—the pants!" She bowed down on all fours, "Oh great pants!"

"No more beer for you." I kicked the box of beer back from her reach. Which bruised my foot in the process but that's neither her nor there. "Anyways." I sighed, "These are the answer to our problems."

"A pair of jeans?" Peyton's brow raised curiously, "Oh, this I gotta hear." She scooted up closer and hugged her knees.

I smirked back at her, "Yes, these jeans." I sat down in front of Haley and Peyton, "They fit all of us like a second skin. That in itself is extraordinary." I nodded, "But what your little brains have to comprehend is the fact that fate is trying to compensate for tearing us apart this summer!"

"That's it, no more word of the calendars for you." Peyton fell back against the pillows once more, "You've lost it."

"No, I think I know what she means." Haley bit her bottom lip in thought.

Peyton flew back up in a sitting position, "Okay, what level are you two on, because I need to get there." She searched for a beer.

I rolled my eyes, "We're going to share the pants!" I cried, "Then we trade off. Each one of us will have the pants for two weeks."

"I should write this down or something." Haley looked around.

I grinned, "Now you're talking tutor girl, pen and paper in the kitchen. Make it snappy." I watched her scramble towards my kitchen in a rush and laughed.

"Back! Okay, rule number one!" Haley grinned happily as she wrote out the game plan, "Two weeks each. Brooke, you should go first since it was your idea and since you're going the farthest away." She looked up at me. I agreed and she nodded, "Next?"

"Okay, umm…" I thought about what else we could do to make this more interesting.

"You have to do one daring thing while wearing the pants." Peyton said.

Haley's hand flew across the paper as she wrote. I winked at our newest participant, "I knew you'd come around. Okay, and you have to write about the most exciting thing that happened to you while wearing the pants in a letter to the next person to get the pants."

"Oh!" Haley rose her hand high.

"This isn't school Hales. You can talk out of turn." I snorted, trying hard not to laugh.

She blushed, "I knew that." She pulled her hand back down, "At the end of the summer each person has to create a little design on the pants to represent your time apart from your friends. So like, I'm going to basketball camp right? So I could sew on a little basketball patch or something."

"That's a great idea Hales!" I clapped, "Oh! And we can't wash the pants." I shook my head.

"Eww!" Both Haley and Peyton wrinkled their noses at me.

"What?" I looked back at them, "If you do you'll ruin the magic they offer!" I petted the pants in my lap, "You can't wash them. It's a rule."

Haley reluctantly wrote it down. "At least we know Haley wears clean underwear." Peyton cracked and ducked the pillow that was thrown at her face.

"Okay, Peyt. You have to make another rule." I waited eagerly.

She tapped her chin in thought, "Hmmm… No tucking your shirt into the pants." She said looking at Haley.

"Oh my god! That was one time!" Haley protested.

"I remember that!" I laughed. "Okay, okay." I put a hand out to calm her, "Okay, so no tucking your shirt into the pants." I said before bursting out laughing with Peyton. "Oh!" I shouted when I thought of something to add, "No passing gas while wearing the pants."

Peyton could not keep herself together as she laughed and rolled around the living room floor. Haley however—diligent tutor girl that is—wrote this down before comprehending what I said.

"Oh ew! What's with you Brooke? You're making nasty rules." Haley frowned.

I shrugged, "I don't see what's so nasty about it. If you're not allowed to wash the pants, you most definitely have to keep them as fresh as possible."

Peyton was beside herself laughing, "Why am I the only one who thinks that is just the friggin funniest thing ever?" She snorted and laughed all over again.

Haley shook her head but cracked a smile anyways. "Okay, so—Oh! Any removal of the pants must be done by the wearer herself." She nodded before writing it down.

Peyton stopped laughing enough to look at me. "What?" I balked, "My god, give me some credit here." I smacked Peyton's butt hard, "I have half a mind to be offended." I straightened, "If it wasn't so abundantly true." I bit my tongue and made a face.

"Brooke!" Haley gasped.

"Someone take that damn word of the day calendar away from her! I blame you Haley James, for being her secret Santa last year." Peyton teased.

"Jealous?" I teased Peyton back for Haley's sake. "Okay, ummm… Oh! No denying the fact that you look hot in the pants. Which means—ahem, Haley James—that you cannot wear an oversized shirt or sweater with the pants to cover the fit of the jeans."

Haley's mouth opened and shut like a fish. "But—"

"No buts Haley! You have to stop being such a—"

"Peyton if you call me a prude I swear it—"

"Okay, okay! Calm yourselves." I held my hands out, "Tutor girl, how many rules do we have so far?"

Haley stuck her tongue out at Peyton before she looked down at the notepad, "Okay. So we have…" She counted off:

"One, each person will have the pants for two weeks.

Two, the wearer must do something daring during her time with the pants.

Three, must write about the most exciting thing that happened while wearing the pants in a letter to the next wearer.

Four, at the end of the summer we each design our own part of the pants with something that represents out time apart.

Five, no—" She stopped to roll her eyes, "No washing the pants.

Six, no tucking your shirt into the pants." She smacked Peyton,

"Seven, no passing gas while wearing the pants." She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke rule seven,

"Eight, the wearer is the only one allowed to remove the pants.

Nine, must admit you look hot in pants—"

"—and you can't hide your figure!" I high fived Peyton then snatched the pen from Haley's hand to write it down. "Okay, so we need one more rule." I bit my lip in thought.

Peyton tapped her chin again and Haley played with a piece of hair that was in her face. We all stayed this way until Haley stood up, "The pants represent us as one. So—Love yourself as we love each other."

I nodded, "I love it." I wrote it down, "Alrighty then. To the pants! Clothes Over Bros!" I bellowed.

"Clothes Over Bros!" Peyton jumped up and shouted, holding her fist out for us to hit back.

Haley chuckled softly as I got up to join them, "Alright. Clothes Over Bros."

We knocked fists.

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