Author's Note: Here it is my peeps! The long awaited sequel to "Pesky Feelings"! If you haven't read that one yet, you don't necessarily have to but I suggest you do. This takes place about a year after PF.
Rated T. For now, anyways ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Hello?"
"Peyton, its me!"
"Oh, hey Brooke. Whats up?"
"I got a problem!"
"Do you get burning sensations when you pee?"
"What? NO! What kind of stupid question is that?!"
"I don't know, you said you had a problem!"
"Not that kind of problem you stupid-ass blond! This is serious!"
"OK, OK. Whats the problem?"
"..."
"Brooke? You still there?"
"Yeah...its just that its a pretty big problem."
"Well, spit it out already, you're getting me worried over here."
"Its about Rachel."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened. Yet. Peyton, I want to ask Rachel to marry me."
"..."
"Peyton? Are you still with me?"
"..."
"Did the call drop? 'Cause if it did then this would make a funny commercial."
"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED! OH MY GOD! YOU HAD ME THINKING SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENED! NOW YOU AND RACHEL ARE GOING TO THE CHAPEL! OH MY GOD! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! WE GOT TO START MAKING PREPARATIONS IMMEDIATELY!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down Peyton! I haven't actually proposed to her yet and you're already making wedding plans without me?"
"As if she'll say no. Don't make me laugh, you two are totally meant for each other and everyone knows it."
"Shut up! I know all that. Doesn't make me any less terrified about doing the actual asking."
"Wait, what exactly is the problem?"
"Well...Next week is our one year anniversary, so I was thinking I would do it then. Its just that, well, I kinda sorta don't know how I'm gonna do it?"
"Wow."
"I know! What am I going to do? I always thought the guy was supposed to propose but look how that turned out, and I have no idea what I'm doing! I'm dying here!"
"Hold that thought, I got another call."
"If you hang up on me, I swear..!"
"Hello? Peyton speaking."
"Hey Peyton, its Rachel."
"Rachel! I was just talking about you."
"About how hot I am, right?"
"Oh, you wish. So why are you calling?"
"Well...I kinda have a problem."
"...OK. Does it have anything to do with burning sensations?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. State your problem."
"You know next week is going to be me and Brooke's one year anniversary, right? Well, I've been thinking about something for a while and I want your opinion on it. You see, I got this ring..."
"Oh crap."
"and I want to propose to Brooke that night."
"...Wow."
"Peyton?"
"Just...wow. Life is good! So you're going to propose to Brooke an your one year anniversary?"
"Do you think she'll say yes? Why are you laughing, this is serious!"
"I'm sorry, its just that...you know what, I'm not even going to interfere with this. I'm just going to sit back and watch the show."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Girl, trust me. You don't have to even worry about her answer. Just go with the flow."
"That doesn't help me! I'm freaking out here! I never thought I'd end up with this kind of responsibility!"
"You're not the only one! Wait a sec, I got another line waiting."
"But-!"
"Brooke, you still.."
"WHAT THE HELL PEYTON! MY CALL MUST BE A MILLION TIMES MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHOEVER ELSE YOU WERE TALKING TO! DON'T HANG UP ON ME WHEN I'M DYING!"
"You're not dying! Breathe!"
"(breathing)"
"Now calm down and focus! You're still proposing, right?"
"Well, yeah!"
"...I don't know what to tell you."
"What!"
"Just go with the flow."
"Gee, you're a load of help."
"Thank you, I try."
(click)
"Still there Rachel?"
"Yep."
"Still proposing?"
"Oh, no. I changed my mind in the last thirty seconds."
"...Really?"
"No you stupid-ass blond! Of course I'm proposing to Brooke!"
"Why is everyone yelling at me today? Is today 'Stupid-Ass Peyton Day' or something?"
"Don't say that. Everyday is Stupid-Ass Peyton Day."
"Keep talking and its going to be 'Peyton Kicks Rachel's Ass Day'."
"Shut up...Wait, you still haven't helped me!"
"I'm not going to interfere with my own personal entertainment!"
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all. Everything is just craptastic!"
(click)
"Hello?"
"Haley, its Peyton! You would not believe what has just happened!"
"Peyton, slow down! Whats got you so excited?"
"Well, I just got a couple of calls and-"
"Oh, could you hold on a second, I got another call."
"Are you kidding me...!"
"Hello? This is Haley."
"I'M DYING!"
"...Ow. I think I just went deaf in this ear."
"Haley, you have to help me!"
"Brooke? Whats going on?"
"Haley, I know this will come as a shock. But...I'm going to propose to Rachel."
"Yes! Peyton owes me ten bucks!"
"What?"
"Nothing! So how are you going to do it?"
"That's why I need your help, I have no idea! I tried asking Peyton but she wasn't that much help."
"You called Peyton first? I'm insulted."
"The point is she didn't give make any suggestions. Do you have any ideas?"
"You know what, you reminded me that I have another call waiting. Just a second."
"Are you serious...!"
"Peyton! Oh my God, Brooke just called and she said she was going to propose to Rachel!"
"I know! That's what I was going to tell you!"
"You owe me ten bucks!"
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Why not? I bet that Brooke would propose to Rachel and you bet that Rachel would propose to Brooke."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you! Rachel called me too and-"
"Wait a sec, I just got another call."
"Why do I even bother?"
"Haley speaking."
"Haley, its Rachel."
"Rachel! I'm so happy for you right now!"
"...Um, okay. Did Peyton already tell you or something?"
"Tell me what? I'm completely oblivious to what happens to the people around me."
"Yeah right. She told you I was going to ask Brooke to marry me."
"...Actually, I don't think she got to that."
"Oh. Well, now you know."
"Holy crap!"
"Yeah! I need your help, Haley. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm completely oblivious on how to ask a girl a huge freaking question."
"Oh my God! I forgot that I have Brooke on another line!"
"YOU HAVE BROOKE ANOTHER LINE!"
"...No."
"That bitch told me she was going to buy me breakfast...!"
"Brooke? Have you died yet?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, by the way. Rachel wants you to buy her breakfast."
"Oh shit! I completely forgot about that! I was too busy dying and everything."
"Look, have you bought a ring yet?"
"Um, no?"
"Then I suggest you do. That's the first step to asking someone to marry you."
"Why do you assume that I'm retarded?"
"As for the asking part, I'm afraid you're going to have to figure something out without my wisdom."
"What!"
"Now go buy your woman breakfast!"
"Dammit!"
(click)
"Peyton, oh my freaking gosh! Rachel is going to propose to Brooke and Brooke is going to propose to Rachel!"
"I know! And on the same night!"
"No freaking way!"
"I swear! They both want to do it on their one year anniversary next week!"
"Holy ice-cream-johnny-depp-spiderman!"
"Isn't this crazy?"
"And so entertaining!"
"Totally!"
"Oops! I forgot Rachel's on the other line."
"Your head must be exploding from all these calls."
"Rachel?"
"Seems like everyone's got other calls today."
"Really? I haven't noticed. Anyway, do you have a ring?"
"Yeah."
"Good for you! You got the first step down!"
"Okay?"
"I can't help you on the asking. That's something you got to figure out on your own."
"Figures. You and Peyton are useless!"
"Good luck though!"
(click)
"Peyton! I'm so friggin' excited!"
"I know! But you know what I was thinking? If two women are getting married, does that mean there can be two Maid of Honors?"
"Huh. I don't know, I guess. I wouldn't want to compete with you."
"Because you know you'd lose, right?"
"On the contrary my friend, I would be the victorious one and you'd be the loser. I just don't want to compete because your precious feelings will be crushed."
"In your dreams!"
"As if I'd waste my dreams on you."
"You know, you're not as nice as you think you are."
"Hey! I am the nicest person ever!"
"I can just imagine you standing over a cauldron throwing my head in and doing an evil laugh. Tell me, where do you hide that cauldron of yours?"
"Up your ass if you don't shut up! I am the nicest person you'll ever associate with!"
"SEE! That right there! That's exactly what I'm talking about!"
"I suggest you stick to things that you actually know about. Like pencils. Or emo things."
"We're getting off topic here!"
"Oh right. What were we talking about?"
"The big Brooke and Rachel wedding."
"Right. So we can both be Maids of Honor."
"Totally."
(pause)
"I'm so going to be the Maid of Honor."
"Not if they ask me first!"
"Wanna bet?"
"You're so on!"
"BWAHAHAHAHA! Wow. I'm surprisingly good at evil laughs."
"Shocking."
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