#dav1s

"listen... if it's weird for me to be here... i can go? i don't want you to feel like you have to be my friend. honestly, that's the last thing i want...."

 ❛❛ DON'T do that. don't shut down on me, ❜❜ peyton demanded gently, eyeing her best friend.  ❛❛ that's supposed to my thing, remember ? ❜❜ a comforting hand moved to rest on brooke's shoulder.  ❛❛ talk to me and let me help. that's what best friends do. ❜❜

she is flipping through a magazine's pages, only half paying attention to brooke's words. actually, that is a lie — rachel knows every word her new roommate has said. but she is pretending not to. not to listen, not to know, not to care. it only seems easier / all too aware that soon enough brooke and peyton will be best friends again & she will be tossed aside — again. looking up, the woman cannot help but smile for half a second before biting down on her lips. ❝ how gigantic your ass looks in those jeans? because i absolutely told you, brooke. ❞ a beat as she sits up on her bed. ❝ what did peyton do now? or was it lucas? wait, let me guess- both of them. ❞

it is absolutely relieving, beyond she can put into words, to see brooke davis standing in her living room. it had been too long, way too long, and while phone calls and reading about her best friend had been fun? seeing her was just so much better. especially when everything was absolutely falling apart. shy smile blossoms in glossy lips, head shaking quietly. ❝ is that famous stylist brooke davis? i think you might be lost. new york is a few many miles away. ❞

 ❛❛ I'M codependent with my independence, through and through. ❜❜

❛❛ IT'S fine to fake it till you make it. ❜❜

❛❛ THESE crowded rooms feel empty without you. ❜❜