Room 221, Wednesday night

For once the door was closed, and Brooke was dressed down, not doing much but lying on her bed and thinking. Who knew spilling your guts to the world would make you all introspective afterwards?

She was pretty sure she was doing something wrong. The whole random hookup thing worked for her just fine, don't get her wrong, but she wasn't really in the place anymore where she had to settle for that anymore. Maybe she could handle something that wasn't completely weirdly destructive to like, all her relationships, even. Maybe she even wanted that.

She'd also resigned herself to not being able to go there till after she left Fandom.

So for now, there was laying there, thinking, and maybe a little moping.


[Mostly an establishy linkdrop-to-be, though open if you want it to be. This post can be imagined to be part of the musical montage to the Fray or something at the end of an episode, amid Lucas' voiceover and bad hair brooding, Peyton emoing over a mom or two, and Naley cuteness and/or potential breakup angst.]