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    Going Home – (Chapter: Message number 15 was a heartbreaker!)

    Story written on March 4, 2008 by slickchick84.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=15074
    Author Notes:

    Brooke gets a message that forces her to go back home, however painful that might be. Breyton!

    Going Home.

    Chapter 1

    Brooke’s point of view.

    God damn door! God damn lock! Who invented the torture device known as a lock? Seriously, you try getting the key into the tiny hole after six martini’s and a couple of margarita’s! I tell you, it’s the devil’s creation this and he’s sitting somewhere staring into his magic ball or whatever and watching me right now, laughing his tail off!

    The bastard!

    After I break a nail and drop my keys another three times, the door swings open and I seriously think about bursting into song. Something dramatic and striking, something that will capture my victory perfectly, but all that pops into my head is that ‘Chariot’s of Fire’ song and I really don’t know the words to that. Now that I think about it, are there even words in it?

    I don’t think so, but I’m distracted by the blinking red light on my answering machine.

    Ah yes, fame comes with a price. I’m in demand, so much so that three a clock in the morning is about the only time I ever get to spend alone. Yup, it’s hard work being Brooke Davis. The twenty seven new messages waiting for me is just proof of that. I sit down on my favorite couch, the one that faces my large windows and gives me a view that still steals my breath a little and press play. Hmm…the lights are so pretty, especially as I see basically double of them all thanks to the alcohol.

    By message thirteen I’m bored. It’s all the same thing.

    ‘Brooke, dahling! There’s a launch this Friday and Victoria’s signed you on. We need you there for at least a few hours with one of those fabulous designs of yours! I’ll have my assistant email you with the details.’

    Message 14.

    ‘Brooke, the shoot has been pushed forward to Thursday, so you’ll need to fly out to Los Angeles a day earlier. I’ve already set everything up with Marco, the photographer, so all you have to do is make sure the clothes are perfect. Don’t disappoint me, a lot is riding on this shoot. And don’t be late tomorrow, I’ve got meetings set up with three other magazines that want to do both interviews and shoot the new line.’

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    1. crazyy.. lol my ex got me into one tree hill n woah lol we were always like ‘i wonder what it would be like if they were lesbians…hmm lol I like it though… I wasn’t expecting it being that this is a south of nowhere fanfic site.. but yeah awsome :)

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