When all else fails... fake a smile.

Brooke's POV

I maneged to get us a hotel, a two bed one, because come on, I love Leah, but she was prettier then me and if she brought a guy back, THEY WERE NOT FUCKING IN MY BED. We sat down our things and Leah went to change. I just sat on my bed. The new cut from my birthday a couple days ago was now looking better, not as open or deep looking. "You ready babe," Leah said. She was wearing a crop top, Batman of course, shorts that went up a tiny bit to where you could see some of her scars. I guess she seen me staring, because she said, "I think I'm gonna put pants on." i grabbed her hand, "Leah look, those scars are just showing that you are stronger then what happend. You are beautiful, no matter what. The last time I checked it took you, like three years to finally see I mean what I say." This made her smile.

Leah's POV

I smiled. I knew Brooke means everything she says, when it comes to me. I look up to her, she is my big sister, best friend, and basicaly like a mom, but alot more fun. I reach my hand out to toch Brooke's new cut. It had scaped over but looked rough, "What raely happened?" She stopped breathing, fear and pain crossed over her face, and settled in her eyes, "Um... my dad called me worthless...and...um threw a bottle at...me." She almost seemed to want to ask it as if it was a good reason. I could tell she told me some snip-bit of the tryth but not all of it. Brooke was like that, hard to understand. I mean, when I asked her why she never seemed to have a boy friend she would simply say, "I am just TOO much for any guy to handl" or "I don't have any boy friend becaus my five husbands are on tour". Always a smart ass. I sat down next to her, "look you won't come out and tell me what's wrong now, but know, keeping things from your best friend kinda.....hurts."

Brooke's POV

I could tell that I had hurt Leah by not telling her everything, but how could I? Oh hey yeah my mom left, and my dad blams me, they both think I am worthless, oh and hey, after the concert, you know I am just gonna go drink and do drugs... and hopefully O.D, and if that don't work I'll just bleed out somewhere... Don't worrie, I will give you my car...
Ha! tell that to my BEST FRIEND.... no thank you, so I put on my fake smile, that I have had down pack since 7th grade, "I am sorry but I don't want to ruin our fun." Leah can't really tell that I have my "smile" on and goes along with it, "Ok. Come one!!!" She goes bounding out the door. She is bretty good at a fake smile, but you can't bullshit a bullshiter. No matter how hard you try.

Notes

A tiny bit of drama... but more of a filler chapter.