Brooke's new apartment- NYC- Friday afternoon

[gobrookeyourself]

Yesterday had been Brooke's nineteenth birthday. Her mother either forgot, or ignored it. So it had been a sucky nineteeth birthday, save for the call from her Peyton assuring her she'd stolen something she thought Brooke would like and it was in the mail, right until Rachel demanded that they go out and celebrate. That had at least been fun, even if Brooke didn't exactly remember the last hour or so of it.

So it was a nicely hungover Brooke who was holed up in her new room, trying to keep her concentration together long enough to work on sketches for Monday's meeting. It wasn't going so well.


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[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's been kind of weird," Peyton admitted. "Still... it's your birthday."

[gobrookeyourself]

"And I mostly even got to celebrate it!" Brooke added. "It's weird how things are different. Being an adult sucks. I don't think I want to do it."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, how is your whole New York thing going?" Peyton asked. "I know the being an adult thing here isn't much better."

[gobrookeyourself]

"It's going good," she said, meaning that for once. "My mom moved up here, and she's helping me jump start the line. We've got this big meeting on Monday with investors, so I have to spend my weekend doing oh, roughly forty thousand sketches."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"And things with your mom are... Still going okay?"

She really really hoped they were, but with Brooke's mom...