Room 512, late Saturday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke woke up later than she'd planned, and only because her phone was ringing. After debating for a moment, she picked it up, figuring that she'd just have to listen to it otherwise. "Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, I thought this was Brooke," Peyton said finally.

"This is Brooke. Who's this?"

"...Peyton. You don't sound like Brooke," said the wrong curly-haired blonde best friend.

What the hell? "Trust me, I sound like me. How did you get this number?"

"My phone," Peyton said slowly. "Look, sorry, I guess the lines got crossed or something."

"Guess so," Brooke said. "Sorry." When she hung up, it occurred to her that this wasn't even her phone. Huh.


[Establishy, unless the roomie wants to ping in. Brooke Davis is now Brooke McQueen from Popular. Whee, excuse to mainline!]

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[solo_sword]

Brooke covered her eyes, not wanting to see anything more than she had. Not that there was anything to see, since the other girl was wearing pajamas and all, but she wasn't going to take the chance. "You know what," she said, coming to another conclusion, "okay. Go, Michael, and one of you is washing my sheets before I get back. Maybe buying me new ones."

Later she might- might- apologize to Haley.

[gobrookeyourself]

As the other Brooke left, Brooke stared at the door for a moment, wondering what the hell was with this morning.

"Yeah, I'm just going to get out of bed," she muttered.