Room 512, Saturday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

The fact that Brooke didn't go out on her first night in a new town only to wake up nice and hungover meant that she was up surprisingly early on Saturday morning. Surprisingly early for her, at least. And she kind of spent some time rationalizing that she had met plenty of people yesterday, and she didn't want to... something or other. She was bad at rationalizing anyway. She'd just wanted to babble at Peyton for a few hours, especially given the whole Lucas situation. There were no words for that sort of weird.

While she was definitely coming up with things to get up to today, she really had to get her room in order. She'd unpacked yesterday, but today she decided to spend some time getting out her pictures to stick back up on her wall. Just to make things feel a little more like home.

...Okay, make it feel like the home that wasn't new and tiny and in the wrong state and still being unpacked that she had hardly even seen yet.


[Will be a linkdrop. Post is open, so's the door. Please, like anyone on OTH ever closed their doors.
ETA: Subject to SP as I have to go out for a bit.]

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[gobrookeyourself]

"Scenery's pretty nice, too," said Brooke, whose idea of scenery was different than a lot of people's.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"...sure, if you like desert", he said, looking at her vaguely askance.

[gobrookeyourself]

"That kind of scenery, too," she nodded.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"I guess. All looks the same, though."