They were three girls about to spend their first summer apart. It was the hardest thing they ever had to do but along the way they might realize that it's the best thing they ever did. Think One Tree Hill meets Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
Major HaleyxBrookexPeyton friendship, Naley, Brucas and Jeyton
Chapter 1- Finding the Pants
Essentially they were normal, average, everyday, denim jeans. I mean when you look at them, there's no difference between them and the dozens of jeans lying in my dresser at his very moment. But they weren't normal; they were mysterious and completely magical.
I'd like to think that fate had a hand in what happened to us that summer. That there were stronger forces at hand that knew that everything we had, was about to slip away. These forces sent us a miracle; a pair of pants that fit us all perfectly.
But I'm getting ahead of myself here. The real story began 17 years ago when three very hormonal and pregnant women decided to take prenatal aerobics. Apparently that was the "in" thing to do back then. These women were completely different all they had in common was their due dates.
I came first, putting my mother through 9 hours of excruciating labor… at least that's what my mom always says but I still managed to look cute. One rainy day later came Peyton, already brooding and screaming. Three days later came Haley, our baby.
Since the day Haley was born it's always been the three of us taking on the world. Walking down the streets of Tree Hill, most people would laugh at the fact that we were best friends. We were so different.
The shy and beautiful tutor-girl, Haley James.
The tortured and brooding artist, Peyton Sawyer.
And me, Brooke Davis, the feisty and sexy cheerleader.
Apart we were three girls with different goals in life, but together it was as if we were one complete person. We were there for each other when we needed it. It was always give and take; but mostly just give.
Like when Peyton's mom died when we were 12, Haley and I spent 3 days with her, while she cried and sobbed. We were so young, we didn't know how to do anything else but try and comfort her.
Or when Haley was being picked on by some stupid bitch, I started a rumor that she had herpes and Peyton threatened to beat her up.
Or when my parents failed to acknowledge that I existed on another one of my birthdays or holidays. Peyton and Haley always brought sappy movies and ice cream for us to share.
The three of us have been inseparable since birth, never spending more than a day away from each other. This is why this summer was going to be so difficult; for the first time in our lives we were going to be spending three months away from each other.
I guess there comes a point in everyone's life when they realize they have to spend some time apart from the people and place they call home. These magic pants were going to make this separation a lot easier.
"I hate my life," Haley said as she flopped into the chair next to me. We were all meeting for lunch at the café in town. "I mean seriously, why would my parents choose to send me to my grandparents house over summer break?"
"Come on Haley, we all know how much you love your grandparents," Peyton joked, "Plus, I'd much rather go see my pop and nana, then stay here in Tree Hell."
"Yeah, H. James I'm sure it won't be too bad." I reassured her.
She scoffed, "This coming from the girl who gets to spend her summer in California with the rich and famous."
I rolled my eyes, "Puh-lease, I have to spend my summer with my dad and his new trophy wife. Talk about having an unfair life." He's spent almost 17 years not caring about me, why should he start caring now.
"Okay, let's just stop talking about this for now." Haley suggested, she hated being on the topic of us separating for too long.
After lunch we decided to walk around Tree Hill for a little while.
"Try to remember Haley; you can be klutzy at times. Although we're used to your klutziness, other people won't be." Peyton stated.
"So, don't put yourself in any kind of situation that takes coordination or skill." I laugh.
"Ha ha," Haley deadpanned. "I'm not that big of a-" Her sentence was cut off by her tripping and falling on to the side walk. Peyton and I burst out laughing while Haley glared at us. "Damn my two left feet." She huffed.
"Like we said, don't do anything that takes coordination." Peyton said after she stopped laughing.
As Haley stood up a look of realization came to her face. "This is really happening. In less than 24 hours we're all going to be miles apart."
"Don't get soft on me now Haley, you know if you start to cry we all start blubbering like babies." Peyton looped her arm with Haley's. "Why don't we go to that knew store you were talking about?" Peyton asked trying to get her mind of the subject.
"But it's a thrift store, Tigger has made it clear she would never be caught dead in a store where people have already worn the clothes."
"Well, I guess today I can make an exception." I smiled and looped my arm around Peyton's free one. Haley gave me an understanding smile as we walked towards the store.
"Brookie Cookie, does this dress look okay?" Haley asked me looking questioningly at the dress.
"It looks great Hales, you should wear something like it more often." I reply. I had to admit for something at a thrift store it was pretty nice. Plus Haley never wears dresses. Saying Haley is a prude would be an understatement. The girl barely shows that she has a body under all the clothes she wears.
"Brooke! Catch!" I turn around to see a pair of pants flying at me.
"Jeaze, P. Sawyer, nice warning," I mutter taking the jeans off my head. "Don't you think the rhinestones on the back pocket are a little tacky?"
"I never said you had to try them on, but I'm going to." Peyton said as she unbuttoned her jeans.
"Peyton, what if someone sees." Haley immediately scolded.
She rolled her eyes, "Live a little Hales, if someone sees let'em watch." She grabbed the jeans from my hand and pulled them up her legs.
"Oooh, P. Sawyer you're looking pretty damn hot." I said smacking her ass. Who would have known the brooding goldilocks could pull of the rhinestone look.
"I know," She replied nonchalantly. "It's because I have that supermodel build." She proceeded to walk down the aisle like she was on the cat walk causing me and Haley to crack up.
"Okay miss supermodel, time to come off your high horse." Haley snorted earning a smack from Peyton.
"Well, Miss James why don't you try these on." Peyton said taking them off and throwing them to Haley. "Or are you to afraid to admit that you have a body underneath all those clothes?" She asked pulling up part of Haley's sweater.
Haley swatted her hand away. "You're like the amazon Peyt, if I tried these on there would be like 4 inches left at the bottom."
"That is true, Haley's a shrimp compared to you Peyton. But I don't think it would hurt you to try the pants on Hales." I stepped towards her. "Now are you going to put them on or are we going to have to put them on for you?"
Haley sighed giving in, "Fine, but I'm going into the dressing room."
"You do know that at somepoint in your life you are going to have to undress in front of someone."
"Your gonna have to strip down in front of some frisky boys." Peyton winked at me.
"You both suck," Haley glared coming out of the dressing room. But her glare was matched by two very shocked faces.
"Haley Bob James! Why didn't you tell us you had a body hiding underneath all those clothes?" I asked looking her up and down. These jeans accentuated her hips very nicely and fit her better than her usually baggy pants.
"And how is it possible that they aren't eating your feet?" Peyton pointed out.
"Good question P. Sawyer. I know I said I'd never step foot in used clothes, but I think we should see if I can fit in them too. I mean how cool would that be!" I squealed and shimmied the jeans on.
"Unbelievable." Peyton said when the pants fit me in all the right places.
"Mind boggling." Haley added.
"We are so buying these!" I squealed for the second time. Those were 5 words I never thought I would say while in Gilda's Shoppe. But from the second these pants fit the three of us I knew this place was magic.
"Brooke why did you insist on us coming here again?" Haley asked while climbing up the ladder. "We haven't been up here in like 4 years."
"Because we've had some magical times up here; this is where the magic happens."
We were currently climbing up onto the roof of the local café. The owner was practically like my second mom and allowed the three of us up here on a regular basis.
"Oh yeah, like the time I slipped down the ladder and broke my arm in three places?" She asked sarcastically. "Or the time the ladder fell down and I was stuck up here for almost four hours before anyone noticed."
"Don't be such a negative Nelly; I seem to remember one Haley James getting her first kiss up here." Peyton gave her a pointed look. "Just try not to fall now or you'll be taking me with you."
"Okay so not everything about this place is so bad."
"To answer your question Haley, I've called you here to celebrate the fact that today we found an answer to our prayers. A pair of pants that make us all look hot. I've been thinking."
"That's something you don't hear every day." Haley remarked.
"And, I thought that this summer we should share the pants." I finished. It's not every day that you find a pair of pants that you're in love with. But to find a pair that fits not only you and your best friends, that's something that never happens. At first glance I thought these jeans were a little bit on the tacky side. I mean really who bedazzles a pair of pants. But at second glance I saw the beauty of the slightly faded blue. They weren't a stiff blue you would see on most new pairs, but a softer more welcoming blue. "Look, fate gave us a sign that it wants us to be together even when we're apart. Why else would these jeans fit all of us?"
"Brookie, did you forget to take your medicine today?" Peyton looked at me like I had three heads.
I simply stuck my tongue out at her and gave Haley a pleading look. "Maybe she's right Peyt, maybe we should share the pants." Tutor-girl simply shrugged. With a little more persuasion Peyton finally gave in.
A few drinks later, the three of us were sitting in a circle around the pants. "Oh, great and powerful ones, we want to thank you for presenting us with a miracle the day before we all depart for different adventures this summer." I prayed throwing my hands up to the sky.
"Someone take the alcohol away from her." Haley giggled grabbing the bottle from Brooke's hand and chugging it. Haley James may be a goody goody but she sure knew how to handle her alcohol, of course it would be hard not to with a friend like me.
"Every sisterhood has rules, we need a set of rules." I said grabbing a piece of paper and a pen and handed it to Haley. She always had the neatest hand writing out of the three of us.
"Here, here." Peyton hiccupped.
"Rule number one," I tapped my chin thinking about it, "We will pass the pants equally among us, each of us gets the pants for a week before passing them on to our next friend."
"You should go first, since you're the farthest away." Haley suggested and Peyton nodded. "Next you can send them to Peyton, who will send them to me."
"Next rule, you can't ever double cuff the pants or tuck your shirt into them," Peyton said pointedly at Haley.
She put her arms up in defense, "You do that one time and nobody ever forgets it."
"It is majorly tacky Hales." I giggle in defense of Peyton and well the fashion police.
"Fine," Haley wrote it down. "But if that's a rule, then there has to be a rule that any removal of the pants must be done by the wearer herself. It can't be done by a boy… or a girl for that matter." Haley laughed referring to the time last year where a boy in their class wrote dyke on Peyton's locker. That rumor spread like wild fire and took a while for Brooke to crush.
"Hardy har har." Peyton glared at Haley who put up her hands innocently. "It's a good thing that rule was directed more towards Brooke."
I feigned shock, "What is that supposed to mean? I am quite the innocent girl."
It was quiet for a few seconds then we all burst out laughing. "Come on, guys it's not like I'm slutting my way around."
"Your right you're actually whoring your way around." Peyton said through a burst of giggles while Haley was rolling around on the floor trying to control her laughter.
"Anyways," I said trying to get back on topic. "We can't wash the pants." That stopped the laughter still being heard.
"Brooke, that's disgusting." Haley scrunched up her nose and gave me a disgusted look.
"If we was the pants, it will totally was the magic away." I said matter-of-factly. "Without the magic they'll just be ordinary jeans."
"You've taken disgusting to a whole new level B. Davis but don't worry I still love you." Peyton gave me a sideways hug. "Throughout the summer we have to contact each other through whatever means possible, even if we're having fun without each other. When we pass the pants on we have to write a letter saying what happened to us while in the pants."
"That's a good one, Peyt." Haley replied scribbling it down on the paper. "When we reunite we will document something significant of our summer on the pants and come back to this very spot to talk about what has happened." Haley wrote down for the 6th rule.
"While wearing the pants, you must never call yourself fat, ugly. ect. If you even think about anything negative, I'll know and you'll get a spanking the next time I see you."
"Kinky," Peyton said suggestively, "Since we can't wash the pants, we also have to keep them as clean as possible, so we can't do anything that would make them dirty… in more ways than one."
"Okay that's enough cracks from you guys," I scoffed. "My ego is seriously wounded by all these rules set deliberately for me."
"Oh Tigger," Haley sighed sympathetically, "You'll get over it." I stuck my tongue out and grabbed the paper from her hands. "Okay, we need two more rules. Oh, I've got one." I smirked and wrote it down.
When Peyton read it, her eyes went wide and she started to crack up. "Brooke, that last part is hilarious."
"I try." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Brooklyn Penelope Davis! I can't believe you." Haley fumed.
"Lighten up Hales, there was no need to use the full name. All I wrote was that the wearer must try something new while in possession of the jeans. Then I added a suggestion for you."
"Well losing my…" Haley dragged on, "Is not something I plan on doing while at a summer camp Brooke, that's just gross."
I put up my hands in defense, "Like I said it was just a suggestion. Don't get your granny panties in a twist." I winked playfully at her.
"I hate that I can't stay mad at you." Haley pouted and crossed her arms like a five year old.
"Lose the pout Hales, no guys going to give you action with it on your face." Peyton said earning a high five from me.
"Whatever," Haley huffed. "For the next rule I was thinking; Pants= love. Love your friends and love yourself."
"Wonderfully put Hales." I wrote down the last rule and looked at my two best friends, the crash of the summer finally occurring to me. So I stuck out my fist and said the three words that described our friendship for years.
"Hoes over Bros." Peyton and Haley smiled and knocked their fists against mine and repeated, "Hoes over Bros."
The Rules of the Travelling Pants:
1. We will pass the pants equally among us, each of us gets the pants for a week before passing them on to our next friend.
2. You must never double cuff the pants or tuck your shirt into the pants. It is beyond tacky.
3. The removal of the pants can only be done by the wearer herself. They can't be taken of by anyone else… either male or female.
4. We can't wash the pants. Ever.
5. Throughout the summer, we must communicate with each other through whatever means necessary, even if we're having fun without our friends.
6. When we reunite we will document something significant of our summer on the pants and come back to Gilda's café and talk about our summers.
7. While in the pants you can't think you look anything less than beautiful. Because you are beautiful no matter what.
8. We must keep the pants as clean as possible, so we can't do anything dirty (in more sense than one) while in the pants.
9. While is possession of the jeans the wearer must try something new. (for one Haley James you might want to lose your V card ;)
10. Remember: Pants=love; love your friends and love yourself.
So, I started a story like this a few years back and I decided to look at it and revise it into something I would be more proud of. I've always liked the idea of crossing over the sisterhood series with one tree hill, mostly because they are two of my favorite things. So I hope you read and enjoy this story.
But on another note, I am so so so sorry for not updating any of my stories for those of you who read them. I should be updating all of them soon. I really have no excuse other that a busy schedual and lack of time and inspiration but I promise to be back and to post more frequently, even if that's only once a week.
I added a few changes to the story, because of a comment about Typokweens version. And I didn't want anyone to think that I was plagarizing her, because I honestly love her story and I wouldn't want to plagarize from it. I have my own ideas of how I want the story to unwind, but I changed Haley's location to her grandparents house, because I felt that our locations were similar. I promise that anything that's in this story came from my own head. :)
On a better note read, review, favorite, review haha. Reviews give me the power to keep writing because I know someone's interested in the story.