Room 221, Monday evening

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke had graduated to opening the door. Because the common room was where the ice cream was and she'd felt in desperate need of it and if she'd made it that far, well, why not leave the door open? She'd just be sitting on her bed with her ice cream. Straight from the carton, natch.

After all, it wasn't like she was going to freak out, turn into Jaina, start writing things on her mirror in lipstick and buy a gun, right? That would be crazy. In high school, you worked through the trauma.

[Door and post are open, but mainly I had to mock canon.]

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[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber's courage was dragging the floor behind her but she had to do this. Had to. Her guilt was not an easily thing to sweep under the rug and by nightfall her stomach was in knots.

Thus she was there, raising a hand to knock softly on Brooke's doorframe.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke looked up, not really having accounted for what she'd do if anyone actually showed up, and here she was. But no, hey, she could do this. Watching Tyra on YouTube all day could embolden a person like that. "Hi," she said after a little pause.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Um, hi," she began, because 'sorry I tried to eat you' just didn't work in her head. "I was, uh, passing by, and your door was open, and hi. Are you okay?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton had been concerned about Brooke after some of the stuff she'd heard on radio, so she made her way downstairs to check on her. "B. Davis? How are you doing?"

[gobrookeyourself]

"Oh, yeah," she said with a nod, trying valiantly for fine. "Chilling out. Literally." She held up the ice cream and asked, "How are you?"

Which may have been her way of asking, 'Not going to eat me, right?'

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

The ice cream looked good. Amber might raid the common room later. "I'm not wanting to chug-a-lug blood anymore, so I guess I'm doing pretty good. Which is to say I'm really really sorry, Brooke."

[gobrookeyourself]

"It's okay," she said, putting the ice cream down. She wasn't sure it was, really, but she knew what happened when you turned into other people, and it wasn't really her fault. "It's not like you did anything to me. Well, okay, the hitting, but I think that was my fault... Does this mean I can stop feeling bad about hitting a kid?"

Yes, she felt bad about it. She was a giant girl sometimes.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Oh my gosh, yah, no feeling bad. The vampire brat that was me was wicked and while I'd like to blame drugs or something, I can't. Just random Fandom crap. But as long as you're okay, I'll be fine." And then go apologize to her other victims.

Sigh.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Yeah. I'm okay," she decided, taking a deep breath. "And don't feel too bad. That kid was creepy, there's a definite... difference here, between you two. Makes it easier."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber smiled, relieved. "I'm glad you think so and I hope you don't have nightmares." She thought that was encouraging. "As for me, if I never see a drop of blood again, it'll be too soon. Thanks for understanding, Brooke." She lifted her hand in a slight wave. "See you later."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Bye, Amber," Brooke said, though she did immediately reach for the comfort food again. It was a good start. She'd get over it, she just might put on a pound or two first. That was the Chubby Hubby's fault, though.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was a little better once Amber had gone, even if the ice cream was disappearing. "I'm feeling the need for like, vodka in this," she said, eyeing the carton. "Think that'd taste weird?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Vodka?" Peyton said wrinkling her nose. "Yeah, I think that would be totally weird. Rum might be better."

[gobrookeyourself]

"I don't have rum," she said, making a face. "I bet Peter'd bring me some."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"I bet he would," Peyton agreed. "He's a good guy. So... how are you? I heard radio and I was a little worried."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Okay," Brooke said, like she was thinking it over. "It was a good weekend that just sloooowly went downhill and I should never not listen to Claudia again."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton nodded. "I spent most of it wondering if Dan Scott had had me committed to some sort of insane asylum."

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help thinking her story was totally better.

"My story's totally better," she said.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton laughed. "When isn't it, B. Davis?"

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke breathed in, thinking about this. "Pretty much never," she said, even managing a smile.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"See, no point in my even trying," Peyton teased. "I'm doomed to be your sidekick forever."