A/N: Hey guys—really sorry I didn't update sooner. My girlfriend just moved to a different state so I pretty much lost my inspiration for writing. It's so depressing. I miss her so much. But as they say, the show must go on.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of its characters.

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Chapter 7: Countdown to Breyton's Anniversary Day 3

Peyton woke up earlier than usual the next morning to the sound of laughing coming from downstairs. She quickly climbed out of bed and headed down the stairs to find everyone in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"Morning sunshine." Brooke greeted as she watched Peyton make her way into the room and to her side. She leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss before pulling away.

Haley looked at her watch. "So, have you two decided if you're going to school today? Because if you are, we gotta leave soon."

Peyton and Brooke read each other's faces for the answer.

"Nah, we probably won't go back till next week." Brooke answered for them both.

"Alright then, we're off." Nathan said. The five of them walked to the door. Nathan, Haley, and Luke all gave the couple a hug before departing.

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Later that morning after breakfast Peyton was washing dishes while Brooke sat on the couch reading a magazine. Before she knew it Peyton had plopped down beside her and rested her head on Brooke's shoulder.

"All done?"

"Yep." Peyton sighed.

"Good," A mischievous grin spread across Brooke's lips as she pushed Peyton onto her back and straddled her hips.

"Brooke, what the hell are you doing?" Peyton shrieked; worried that Brooke could not take their 'no-sex' rule anymore.

Brooke had already started planting soft kisses on Peyton's neck before she answered.

"Hey, we never said anything about not being able to make-out, now did we?" She looked up at Peyton and arched an eyebrow.

She thought about that for a second then let a small smile grace her lips"…I like the way you think."

"Thanks Blondie," Brooke replied before crushing her lips against the other girls'. She brushed her tongue against Peyton's lips, begging for entry, which she was quickly allowed. She sucked on Peyton's bottom lip, making her moan softly. They stopped briefly enough to catch their breaths and to look into each other's eyes. Brown staring lovingly into green.

"I love you so much Brooke, you are so good to me."

"I love you too Peyton. I am so blessed to have you in my life." She brushed her lips against her soul mates' once more before bringing them to her ear and whispering: "I mean it," then flicked her tongue on the back of Peyton's ear lobe slowly. That had always been her most sensitive spot and Brooke knew that. It drove her wild.

Peyton groaned at the feeling of Brooke on her neck and tangled one of her hands up in that beautiful brown hair while the other traveled along her back.

The two stayed that way for awhile before the sound of the front door opening caused them to separate.

"Peyton! I'm home!" Larry called.

"Crap, it's just my dad." Peyton muttered. Her heart going a million miles a minute. Both from Brooke kissing her and almost being caught.

The girls sat up, flattening their hair. Brooke pulled the magazine up to her face and wiped her mouth just as Peyton's father walked in.

"Hey Peyton, hey Brooke." He greeted. Peyton got up and gave him a hug.

"Hey dad, how was your trip?" Peyton asked, silently thanking god that he hadn't walked in without calling out first.

"It was alright, thanks." Larry smiled and looked over at Brooke who looked deeply engaged in her copy of People.

"Hello Brooke,"

Brooke set the magazine down on her lap and grinned. "Hi Larry,"

"Brooke, how many times have I told you to call me Mr. Sawyer?" He jested.

The brunette got a serious look on her face. "I'm not sure, but believe me, I have taken the suggestion into deep consideration many times and have came to the conclusion that I'd rather just call you Larry." She winked at Peyton, who rolled her eyes.

Larry shook his head. "Alright, so what have you girls been up to today?"

Peyton gestured to Brooke with her eyes that she'd take this one.

"Uh, you know… boring-emo-type-teenage-girl…stuff." She answered nervously and went and sat back down on the arm of the couch.

The older man raised an eyebrow. His daughter always had a way of totally confusing him, and this was definitely one of those times. "O-K, sooo I'm a little tired so I think I'm gonna go take a quick nap. Whatever you two are doing, just keep it down, alright?"

"Yea, got it dad."

"Will do Larry,"

Both girls smiled up at him and relaxed again once they heard his bedroom door close upstairs.

"Well that was a hell of a close one." Brooke put her hand on her forehead and let out a long breath. "And since when did I become and emo rocker like you? I don't remember jumpin that crazy train."

Peyton didn't laugh. Her mood suddenly became dark as the harsh reality of her father being back sunk in. Her stomach started doing flips. "Will you stop? You're not the one who has to come out of the proverbial closet to your father."

Brooke looked taken aback. "Excuse me? What's with all the sudden hatred? What did I do?"

Peyton stood up. "You didn't do anything, but as you obviously have forgotten the only person in Tree Hill who doesn't know about us by know is my father, and I have to tell him soon before someone else beats me to the punch."

Brooke stood up too. "Well as you yourself have so clearly failed to notice, I have not 1 but 2 parents to tell!"

"Are we actually gonna fight about this?" Peyton snapped. Brooke crossed her arms.

"I guess we are because for whatever reason you think telling daddy dearest is going to be sooo much harder than me telling two disinherit parents who have never really approved of anything I've ever done! Including my friendship with you! So how do you think they're going to react when they find out that not only are we best friends but lovers!"

"God Brooke, shut up! Stop being such a drama queen!"

"Don't tell me to shut up! You're the one who started spazzing out about this!"

They just stood there staring at the floor for what seemed like an eternity before Peyton broke the cold, but somewhat welcoming silence.

"I think we've been spending way too much time together. Maybe we need some space. All we're doing now is playing off each other's insecurities and that's never a good thing." She managed to say in a calm voice even though she just wanted to keep screaming.

"You're probably right…" Brooke bit her lip and looked up. "I'll go stay back at my old place for awhile."

Peyton just nodded, not looking directly at Brooke. "Great."

Brooke started walking upstairs to pack a few things. "…Yea…great."

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Peyton lie wide-awake in bed that night. She couldn't sleep. This was the first time in awhile that she didn't have Brooke lying next to her. It was killing her. She had been playing the events of the day over and over in her head and she couldn't figure out what really made them freak like that. 'Scratch that…what made me freak like that. I'm the one that started this whole mess.' She thought and sat up, propping her pillow up against her headboard and resting her back against it.

She looked at the empty spot next to her and wondered if Brooke was having as hard a time falling asleep as she was.

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Brooke downed another glass of vodka and looked at the bottle and let out a cold chuckle. She just realized that she hadn't drunk a single drop of alcohol since her and Peyton had started dating. She hadn't felt like she needed it with her.

Drinking used to be so much fun for Brooke. She'd do it because it made her feel happy. But not this time, this time the booze just made her feel drunk…just—drunk. She scoffed and threw the glass against the wall, shattering it into pieces.

'Dammit Sawyer, what are you doing to me?' She wondered and let her head fall against her pillow.

Brooke couldn't figure out what she had done to piss Peyton off that much. It was like she had said earlier: they were playing off one another's insecurities about coming out to their parents. She hadn't meant to make Peyton mad. She was just as scared for her girlfriend as she was for herself…

She picked her cell phone up off her side table and managed to send Peyton a text. Hoping she was still up because she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if they didn't break some ground on this.

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Peyton's cell phone went off and she grabbed it from her computer desk. Brooke had sent her a text. She couldn't help but smirk at the message:

'Truce?

xx'

She typed in 'Ya' and sent it. A minute later the phone started ringing. She knew who it was instantly.

"Hey B. Davis."

"Hey Goldilocks." Brooke said quietly. Hoping Peyton wouldn't blow up on her again.

"Do you realize we just had our first-official-fight?" Peyton marveled and laid down, relaxing the moment she heard Brooke's sweet voice.

Brooke chuckled. "You're right. We're now an honorary couple."

"Awesome,"

"Totally,"

It was quiet for a minute before they both said, "I'm sorry," in unison.

"I didn't mean to snap at you." Peyton started.

"I didn't mean to snap back." Brooke added. "So are we gonna work this whole 'tell-the-parents' thing out tomorrow?

"For sure," Peyton replied without missing a beat. "…This is going to sound totally pathetic, but I kinda miss you."

Brooke pretended to wipe fake sweat off her forehead even though Peyton couldn't see it. "Whew, glad I'm not the only one."

Peyton smiled. "Nah, you're in good company."

"So I have an idea. We'll both leave our phones on…and if you need anything you just call out for me. So that way it's like we're right there with each other, deal?" Brooke suggested. Even though she really missed being with Peyton she was just too drained…and drunk to drive home this late at night.

"Deal, same goes for you." Peyton turned off her light. "Night Brooke, see you in the morning."

"Night Pey,"

Peyton rested the phone on Brooke's pillow and closed her eyes while only a few miles away Brooke rested hers on the pillow next to her and closed her eyes as well.

…It was like they were right there with each other.

TBC…

:'-( That was for my girlfriend Jessica. Sorry if that wasn't too exciting for you guys. I've just been really depressed.

Ok, I need to know if I should fast-forward so the next chapter is like day 6 or go in order so the next chapter is day 4…

Nicole