Skills: How about this? I say we drug Lindsey first. Even though I love her… Then we throw you in the wedding gown, so when Lucas lift up the veil, bam, it’s on. Brooke: Um, Skills? That gown is tailor-made, so no. And Peyton is gonna be okay
Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday; graduating high school, saying goodbye. That feeling that you get at 17 or 18 that one in the history of the world has ever been this close, has ever loved as fiercely or laughed as hard or cared as much. Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday, sometimes it feels like someone else’s memory.