I'll be seeing you

Chapter 6

*Peyton's pov*

"It's really great Brooke," I sit down and take a drink of water. Brooke's a  great choreographer, but man she wears me out. 

"I know," she chirps enthusiastically and scrunches up her nose all Brooke Davis-like.

"You were right, your mom really is going to regret all the time she wasted not watching you cheer. She's just going to be so blown away by how amazing you are." I say honestly with a bit of sarcasm. 

"Her loss I guess," she shrugs a bit and plops down on the end of my bed, "By the way, can I crash here? I don't feel like walking home."

"Oh you're asking this time?"

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny. But really can I stay?"

"Of course Brooke. You know you can stay here anytime."

"Yeah I know," she smiles, "Will your dad be home anytime soon?"

"No? Why do you ask?"

She hops up from the bed, "Because you and I are going out tonight."

"Brooke I don't want to," I whine. 

"Come on Peyton, why not?"

"We have school tomorrow and I'm really tired from you drilling that routine into my head," I laugh a little. 

"Peyton come on," she says with an overly-dramatic pout. "You know that I'm just gonna go anyways and I really want you to go too. Also if you don't go then who's gonna take care of me, hmm?"

"I'm only going so that I can keep an eye on you," I say in the stern tone that I reserve for my best friend's antics, "and we're only staying out for a couple of hours then we're coming home even if I have to drag you home."

She grins, "You want to go and you know it," she laughs and runs to my closet to pick out my outfit. As if can't dress myself. She holds up the smallest piece of clothing she can find and holds it up, "Wear this tonight."

"Where are we going? The corner?" I laugh, but strip down and put the dress on. 

"We're going to a party. And damn P. Sawyer you look hot. Also we need to run by my house before we leave for the party. I forgot my red dress at home, darnit I meant to bring it over."

"You were planning this all along weren't you?" I sit down and put on a new coat of red lipstick.

"I may have been," she grins deviously, "can I borrow that? Thanks." She quickly snagged it out of my hand as soon as I got the cap back onto it. "Ready? Let's go."

She always finds a way to get me to do exactly what she wants.