While Brooke sleeps beside Peyton, the blonde girl can’t help but look at her best friend and admire her. She is so strong and vibrant and alive during the day, happy too. Peyton wishes she could be more like that. But she isn’t, and she won’t dwell on the idea because she knows that Brooke loves her just for being her.
And when Peyton watches the brunette sleep, and stares too hard for too long and she’s tired because it’s almost 4 am and she hasn’t slept at all yet, Brooke’s face becomes isolated. At one time, Peyton can only make out a single feature.
Brooke and Peyton met in kindergarten. The big yellow bus was crowded with screaming children, jumping around and flailing their limbs everywhere. Peyton sat quietly by herself that morning, staring blankly out the window. She was worried about her alphabet worksheet in a way most kindergarteners didn’t even know existed. Brooke hesitantly marched up the aisle, it was her first day at a new school and all the seats were full, except the one next to Peyton. She sat down, grinned and said, “Hi, I’m Brooke”
“I’m new here” She tried to mask her fear of this new place...