Authors: Ashley the Fabulous and Brittney The Amazing!
Pairings: Way to confusing to explain now. Mostly Rachel/Peyton and Alex/Brooke centric with some Anna/Haley, Summer/Mouth and Marissa/Nikki. Jsut trust us, it's going to be awesome.
Disclaimer: We own nada.
Authors Notes: This is a crossover of OTH and The OC. If you know one show but nor the other don't fret, we'll make it simple enough to understand.
Summary: It's Newport vs Tree Hill in the NCA National Cheerleading Competition. Who will take the title? Watch out Los Angeles, there's about to be a storm. Slashness! Woot!
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The Hilton Hotel had never seen such chaos. Everywhere you turned there were pompoms, short flippy skirts, clusters of teenage girls giggling and putting on more lipgloss. It was mad. It was crazy.
It was the NCA National Cheer Competition.
The most important two weeks of over 5,000 girls high school careers. Whoever won this had the opportunity of being on some of the top college squads in the country. This could be the difference between a full-ride cheer scholarship to a great school, and working at McDonald's to pay for Community College.
The two squads to watch out for this year were the Harbor High Pirates from Newport, right there in sunny SoCal, and the Tree Hill Ravens, all the way over from a small town in North Carolina. These two squads had all of the sharpest new moves, some of the hottest dances, and the best music mixes in the country.
Captains Brooke Davis and Summer Roberts glared at each other as they both attempted to walk through the revolving door at the same time. The two had butted heads ever since Brooke's move to The OC last year. Once reigning queen of Harbor High, Summer had found herself doubting her popularity for the first time in her life. Especially when it came to having to share her position as cheer captain.
"Watch it, dyke." Summer snarled, pushing past Brooke and flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. Brooke just glared after her, letting the now old insult roll off of her back. Warm arms encircled her waist and she leaned back into the person, smiling.
"Don't listen to Roberts." Alex Kelly said, kissing her girlfriend temple and releasing her hold on the brunette. "She's just jealous that you get to tap this, and she doesn't."
"C'mon, let's go make out in the lift and make her uncomfortable all the way to the 27th floor." Brooke said with her trademark smirk, entwining her fingers with Alex's and pulling her toward the elevator.
Following them in through the spinning doors Marissa Cooper staggered in, trailing her luggage bag behind her. Her eyes were out of focus and she had this goofy smile on her face, letting everyone know that something was up. Slipping the tiny airplane vodka bottle into her pocket, she giggled and headed to the lift.
"Cooper, you're incorrigible." Anna laughed from behind her friend, her blonde hair sticking out at odd angles. The bright pink earings dangling from her ears cast dots of pink light onto the ground and Marissa watched them happily, like a toddler with a set of keys.
"I don't feel so good." Marissa mumbled, looking a bit green.
Wrapping an arm around Marissa's slender waist Anna half walked, half carried the other girl to the front desk. "Whadya say we get out room first and then you can go barf in the bathroom, eh?"
The brunette just nodded and let herself be dragged around like a ragdoll.
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Meanwhile, on the otherside of the lobby, Peyton Sawyer was waiting impatiantly for the desk clerk to give her the room key. All the woman had to do was punch her name into the computer! That was it! Was it hard? No.
"Thank you Miss Sawyer," The old woman said with one of those fake smiles that people wear when you can tell the person is fighting back the urge to smack you. "Here are both of your room keys, one for you and one for your roomate."
"My what now?" Peyton asked, raising an eyebrow. Her father had specifically given her extra money so that she could have her own room. The Sawyer's may not be the richest family in Tree Hill, but she'd begged and begged.
"I have you roomed with a.." The woman glanced at the computer screen again. "Miss Rachel Gattina in room 4139." Noticing how pissed the teen looked, the woman smiled happily and clasped her hands together on the counter. "Please enjoy your stay and be sure to come again. Thank you. Next?"
Peyton really wanted to smack this woman.
"Hey Roomie." Came a smug voice from behind her. The blonde turned to see the fiesty red head looking like she'd just won the lottery. No doubt Rachel would use every chance she got to make Peyton's life a living hell. It was bad enough she has to Co-Captain with her, but now sharing a room? The Powers that Be must really be hating her right now.
"Haley!" Peyton called out, seeing her friend in the line a few feet away, tapping on her thing imaptiantly to some imaginary beat. The brunette looked up startled out of her day dream, and smiled at Peyton.
"Hey Pey." She said with a little wave.
"Wanna trade roomates?" Peyton asked anxiously nodding her head toward Rachel, who was just standing with one hand on her hip, inspecting her nails on the other hand acting like she didn't know she was being insulted.
With a hesitant smile Haley shook her head as if to say 'No way Missy, you're the one stuck with that for two weeks and nothing you can say or do is going to change my mind.' Yes, she conveyed that much in a head shake. It was a gift really.
Stomping her foot in frustration, Peyton turned to the red head who was now smirking at her. With a sigh she turned and headed to the elevator. "Touch my stereo at anytime," She said over her shoulder. "And I cut off your hand."
Rachel just shrugged and waved bye to Haley before following the fuming blonde into the elevator.
"So we're stuck together, eh?" Came a husky voice so close to Haley's ear that she jumped. Nikki's face came into view, the girls black hair falling down wildly around her shoulders and her black eyeliner smudged under yer eyes.
Haley just nodded, looking somewhere between intrigued and terrified. Nikki! She was stuck with Nikki? Where was Peyton to trade off when she needed her. Rachel may be a bitch, but Nikki was just plain psycho.
Nikki shoved a key card in Haley's hand and gave her a wink. "See you later cuteness." She said before walking away. Haley could have sworn she heard her mumble something about 'sex with innocent girls'.
-MEANWHILE ON THE 27th FLOOR-
Summer bolted from the elevator the second the large metal doors slid open. Nearly five minutes trapped in a giant box with Alex and Brooke while they sucked eachothers faces off? No thank you. Not exactly on her list of favorite moments.
Ever since she and Marissa had had that huge fight and decided that maybe they shouldn't be friends, Summer had been alone. Marissa had gone off and become buddy buddy with Anna, and since Summer didn't socialize with anyone that wasn't a jock, cheerleader, or rich, her friends were limited now.
Walking down the hall she stopped when she reached room 4138. To her disgust, Alex and Brooke followed, stopping at the room directly across from hers. It wasn't that she minded they were gay, she actually thought it was pretty cool that they were so open about it. Just...she really did not like Brooke.
"We're near each other?" Summer asked raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Like, Ew."
"Couldn't agree with you more." Brooke shot over her shoulder as Alex pulled her into their room. Turning to her girlfriend Brooke frowned. "Can you believe her she just--"
But she was cut off by the blondes lips crashing down onto her own. Brooke smiled into the kiss as she was lightly pushed back and pinned between her girlfriend and the door. Giggling as Alex's hands pulled at the hem of her shirt she raised her arms above her head. Just as her shirt was off Alex's lips were on hers again.
"Ummm..." Came a quiet voice from the other side of the room and Brooke wipped around, causing Alex to groan in protest.
"Anna!" Brooke said, blushing and reaching to pick up her shirt. "We were just...uh..."
The blonde just smiled and held up her hands.
"Marissa's passed out in our room so I thought I'd see who had the ajoining. Pretend I was never here." And with a wink she went back through the door that connected their two rooms.
"Well that killed the mood." Alex muttered, Walking over to the bed and unzipping her suitcase. Brooke just rolled her eyes and pulled her tanktop back over her head. She skipped over to her purse and pulled out a brush, running it through her hair.
"There'll be more time for that later." She said, with a laugh and Alex nodded enthusiastically, her purple streaked hair shining as she moved.
"Count on it."
Across the hall, Summer Roberts stood shocked.
"What the freaking hell?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she saw who was standing her room looking very uncomfortable. "Gross, get out!"
"Um, this is my room." The boy said, offering a smile. He was short, only just barely taller than summer, with hair that stuck up and big blue eyes. Kind of cute in that "I'm a total geek" way.
"No, no, no." Summer countered, waving a manicured finger at him. "This." She motioned around to the room. "Is my room."
The boy looked as confused as she felt, then pulled out a slip of paper from the pocket of his jacket, which she noted had a 'Tree Hill Ravens Cheer' emblem on the right breast.
"Are you S. Roberts?" He asked hesitantly, holding up the slip. She blew a piece of bang out of her eyes and stalked over to him, snatching up the paper and looking at it. Then she pulled out her own and compared the two.
"Well, that's definitely not what I was expecting. I was thinking Mindy or Maria. Not Marvin." She shrugged and handed him the paper back.
"Do you snore?" She asked skeptically. he shook his head no and she nodded. "Alright then Marvin, looks like you're my roomie."
"Cool." Was all he said, smiling brightly. "But call me Mouth, everyone does."
"Mouth, eh?" She started unpacking her things and stuffing them into the dresser drawers, careful to keep her underwear from view. "I'm Summer."
Rachel's POV
The Nationals. This is what I've waited my entire life for. Ok so not my entire life but ever since I started cheering this is what I've been working toward. This is what tells me and my squad that we are the best. Which we are by the way. The only thing that stands in our way is a squad of snobby preps from The OC. Yeah I used to live there but there is a reason why I left. But why I left really isn't important. I'm here now. With my squad. Well mine and Peyton's squad. She can be a real bitch. Lucky me I get to room with her for the next two weeks. Oh look she's looking at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead. It isn't my fault that I'm trying to find my toothbrush in the bag that I threw together last minute. Yeah I know I should have planned ahead but I got distracted. It's not here, my toothbrush that is. I'll have to go get one in the lobby.
"Hey Peyton, I'm gonna run to the lobby. I forgot my toothbrush. You need anything?" Not that she was actually listening anyway. But I figure it's nice to offer, right?
"Nice one, Rachel. And no I don't but thanks."
Wow that was a slightly nice answer. Maybe she's sick. Oh never mind. Lobby. That's where I need to go.
Ding. Yay the lobby. Now I get my toothbrush. Yay for clean teeth. Ok there's the shop.
Rachel walked away from the elevator and into the lobby shop. She picked bought the toothbrush and walked out of the store and headed toward the elevator and then stopped dead in her tracks.
There she is. The one girl I never wanted to see ever again. But she's the only girl I ever want to see. The blonde hair. The perfectly toned and tanned body. The blue eyes. The sassy I don't care attitude. Yeah it was that same attitude that caused me to leave The OC. The same attitude that ripped my heart out and tore it to pieces. Why am I still standing here? Rachel looked down at her feet as if she was trying to tell them to move. Come on guys walk. Please? I'll get you a manicure. Just please. I don't want her to catch me gawking. Her feet finally got the message and she finished her journey to the elevator and up to her room. She walked inside and shut the door quickly. She let out a heavy sigh leaning against the door.
"Rach, you ok?" Peyton asked looking up from her sketch pad.
"Yeah I'm just fine," I lied. There is no way I'm getting into this with her. She wouldn't understand. Well at least I won't have to spend anytime with one Alex Kelly.
"The Bralex Room"
Cheerleading wasn't that big of a deal to Alex. Sure, the whole '4,999 other hot girls in cheerleading uniforms' thing is a perk. But there was only one girl she was looking at, and it was Brooke Davis. The snobby cheerleader from Tree Hill, North Carolina that stolen her heart with one look.
As the two unpacked their clothes and set up things around the room, Alex would catch her self getting lost in what Brooke was doing. Whether it was the way her hips swayed so gentley back and forth with every step, or how her lips formed words so perfectly. Maybe just how hot she was.
Things hadn't been super easy for Brooke and Alex, and probably never would. They would always be 'The Lesbian Couple.' The ones who like girls. Even though Alex doesn't think Brooke likes girls, just girl. Just one. Just Alex.
"What are you thinking about?" Brooke asked with a smirk, leaning up and kissing her girlfriends forehead. Alex's back was up against the head bored, with her legs crossed indian style and Brooke lay down, her head cradled in Alex's lap.
"You of course." The blonde replied with a sweet smile, running her hands through her girlfriends silky brown hair. Brooke beamed up at her, sitting up and pulling Alex into a deep kiss. Their lips moved together perfectly for a minute, until Brooke pulled away, positioning herself to be straddling her girlfriend.
"Now this I could get used to." Alex mumbled as Brooke dipped her head, once again claiming the blondes glossy lips. Alex's hands danced up Brooke's arms, and her fingers tickled the brunettes bare shoulders eliciting a soft giggle.
A knock at the adjoining door interrupted them, and the the two girls rested their foreheads together.
"I'm going to kill Anna." Brooke muttered, getting up and straightening her clothes out before walking over and flinging open the door to reveal a smiling Anna.
"So I know you guys hate me right now, but we've got a meeting in the conference room in five minutes."
Brooke simply smiled before slamming the door in the blondes face.