Room 512, late Saturday morning

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!]