Raven Cheerleaders are the "Nicest" Bunch (Chapter One)
Summary: It's State Championship time, and while Rachel, Brooke, Haley, and Peyton are in animosity wars of their own, the introduction of a friend could help ease the tension. Who is the mystery girl and what is she doing there? [Mystery Crossover/Comedy/Erotica]
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Her eyes sprung open.
The girl scanned the area hastily from her horizontal position.
She clenched her fists tightly til her fingernails made the palm of her hands a light purple. Once she released her tight grip, she scampered her hands around the immediate nearby radius.
She didn't know where she was or how she got there. Or if it was even real.
She could have sworn the last thing she could remember before waking up here was pain. And the only thing that flooded her now was panic. No physical pain.
"Who's there?" a voice came from close by.
It was another girl's voice. She must have heard the girl on the ground.
The voice sounded reasonably young and had a subtle accent. Southern American it sounded like.
The eyes of the mysterious girl on the floor widened more.
"In here," the girl let out weakly, looking for some assistance from this nearby female.
Just then, the other girl stood over her. The girl on the floor sighed with relief. Her mind eased knowing she wasn't completely lost, or insane – or a combination of the two.
Her memory would seem to flash back to that physical pain, but only for a split second. That had happened twice now.
"What are you doing here?" the girl standing over asked. She had short, straight, blonde hair, a slim tall-ish figure, a cute face, and a little giggle in her sentence.
"I don't know."
"Don't know, huh?"
The blonde girl leant down and gave her hand to the others before pulling her up and onto her feet.
"Well, my name's Peyton," the blond introduced herself kinda giddily.
"I dunno who I am," the other girl said with a frown.
Those flashbacks came to a stop once she had been helped up. That was one positive.
A saddened look came over Peyton's face.
"Am I in a restroom?" the girl asked with disgust and confusion as she flicked her head around the surroundings.
"Yeah," Peyton comforted her.
Did this poor girl have amnesia? Well, not literally poor girl. She was dressed rather nicely. She may have been passed out in public toilets, but she still looked pretty stunning nonetheless.
"D'you know how you got here?" Peyton asked.
The girl shook her head and now tears were swelling up in her eyes.
She stayed quiet for a moment.
"Is anyone outside for me?"
"I didn't see a car or anything," Peyton paused before resettling herself. "Me and my friends -- we're kind of on a trip right now. You want to come with us? Might give you time to remember who you are," she gave the girl another of her comforting smiles.
The girl looked up at Peyton with a little upturn on her lips – the first faint of a smile she'd had. Peyton seemed really nice.
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The two girls walked towards the little car parked outside the restroom.
The girl looked around slowly as she walked alongside Peyton to the car.
"So where are we?"
"Just outside Tree Hill," Peyton said, before a short burst of laughter at the girl's confused, scrunched-up face. "It's in North Carolina."
They reached the car and Peyton opened the back door.
"I'll sit in the middle."
Peyton went in the girl followed her, sitting on the right back seat.
The girl blushed a bit as she felt eyes on her.
"Who's this?" a raspy voice from the passenger seat asked.
"We don't know yet," Peyton smiled. Not that it was funny or anything, but the whole situation was a bit bizarre. A girl around their age asleep in some smelly public toilets and she had no idea of how she got there or who she is.
"Mystery Girl, this is Tutor Girl," the brunette in the passenger seat pointed to the other girl in the back, and all three other girls laughed. Must have been an inside joke.
"This is Haley," Peyton began the introductions, grabbing Haley's hand for a quick second before leaning back so the two girls could see each other.
The girl was still hazy and wasn't in the mood for smiling, but these girls seemed nice and didn't make the situation awkward at all.
"She's preggers," the brunette at the front chimed in again.
"That's Broo--"
"--Brooke Davis," she cut in on Peyton. "And I love what you're wearing!" Brooke squealed.
"Thanks."
"And I'm Rachel," the girl in the driver's seat poked her head around her chair and gave a smile. "So what are you doing here?"
"Umm... I don't know," the girl replied shyly. It was embarrassing. This wasn't supposed to happen yet. You had to be at least fifty before your mind took any ware. And this girl looked their age – at most, twenty.
Rachel started the car and put it into Drive, before pulling onto the road and picking up speed.
"So what are the uniforms?" the girl asked.
Along with all the other confusion and no answers, she wandered why they were all in their blue and black uniforms as she looked around them.
"We're cheerleaders," Brooke took the speaking role again and showed off her top, "They're sexy, huh?"
She sure has a bubbly personality, the girl thought. Brooke then sat up on her knees and rested her chin on the chair's headrest.
The girl could feel Brooke's eyes look from her legs to her face, then back again. She wandered if Brooke was checking her out, or maybe she was just more delusional and confused than she thought.
"We're off to the championship right now," the red-haired girl who was driving said.
"What's your name again?"
"Rachel. Remember it for when she tries to steal your boyfriend," Haley said, and she and Peyton burst into a little laugh.
"Peyton's laughing because she's a boyfriend-stealing whore," Brooke looked back at the girl and gave a quick smart-ass, fake smile to Peyton.
The two of them were still fighting. It was mostly Brooke who wouldn't let the fact go. She remained bitter that Peyton had gone after Lucas again.
"You have a boyfriend?" Peyton ignored the remark and gave her attention to the girl.
She merely shrugged. If she couldn't even remember her name there was fat chance she could remember any present or past boyfriends.
"Peyton here wants to be your girlfriend," Rachel said with a smirk, and Brooke laughed. "And I mean lover, not friend," she added.
It was like there were two teams in this car. One in the front, the other in the back, and both of them hating one another. Or maybe that was a hate-love relationship.
That word triggered something in the girl. Girlfriend. Maybe she had had a girlfriend. Maybe she had been with another girl. It sure felt like her mind was hinting that.
"Here," Brooke passed back a make-up pouch. "You looked in a mirror yet, Mystery Girl?"
"No," she shied away, taking what Brooke gave and opening it.
She looked in the small mirror. Maybe seeing her features could spring her memory as to who she was.
"Good-lookin', huh?" Brooke said, keeping a cheeky smile.
If Brooke had never been with another girl she'd obviously been lying to herself about her sexuality, because the way she was blushing and talking to this girl, you'd think she was flirting.
"Do you think Haley's cute?" Brooke asked.
"Yeah," the girl answered after another quick glance to the brunette.
And she was cute. All four girls were good-looking. Maybe overly so.
"Kiss her then," Rachel chimed in again.
The girl would have shrieked 'what?!'
"Kidding!" Rachel squealed with laughter.
Brooke erupted with laughter too, but in the back, Peyton and Haley made uneasy, unconvincing giggles.
Mystery Girl sat forward a bit and lifted the back of her top a couple inches.
"Is that a tattoo?" Peyton asked, looking where the girl's eyes were.
She had a tattoo on her back -- right above her butt. But she didn't know what it was of or how it got there. And it didn't bring back any memories at all.
"Hey! Same place as me," Haley said amiably as she too looked over.
"What?" Brooke turned around again intrigued after just having taken her passenger seat the proper way again.
"She has a tattoo in exactly the same place as Haley's is," Peyton said with a little laugh.
Rachel watched the girls through the rear view mirror. 'Big whoop,' she thought. It wasn't the tattoo or whatever big-ass coincidence was going on that she cared for, it was what she'd suggested moments earlier. For Mystery Girl to kiss Haley. Rachel wanted to see that.
"I can't take all the credit," Haley said jokingly through a little giggle of her own. For a second, all the animosity (however playful it may have been) in the car disappeared. Brooke was smiling, Peyton was smiling, and Haley was smiling. They were giddy.
"Taylor got hers first," Haley finished.
"Who's Taylor?"
Mystery Girl had darted the question. She said those two words with such sternness that it brought the 'chillaxed' atmosphere to a sudden stop.
"My sister," Haley answered slowly, unsure why it mattered. "Why?"
The girl sat back. Not a word came from her mouth as she reflected upon the name. Her face turned to an even higher degree of confusion.
"Do you remember something?" Peyton asked her. "About that name? Taylor?"
Brooke gasped. If this girl knew Haley's sister that would be really weird.
"I... I think she was my... girlfriend."
"I knew it!" Rachel squealed from the front.
"Hey! Be quiet," Peyton quipped at the redhead.
This wasn't the time for Rachel to be the smart-arse bitch everyone knew her for.
"She means her friend," Peyton said as she held the girl's hands together in comfort, and putting a strain on that last word.
"No... I don't," she answered truthfully.
She could have come out and said 'I like girls,' but she herself was in too much shock. Not that it was that crazy or solemn a thing – you just wouldn't expect it from someone as good-looking as this girl.
Brooke froze now, as did Haley and Peyton, and the car fell deafly silent. Well, it would have if it wasn't for Rachel's mini-burst off laughter.
"Kiss her. That'll re-jog her memory."
Rachel said it in a way that was meant to sound like another playful joke, but she didn't. She wanted to see Mystery Girl make out with one of her friends.
And the way it came out was very inviting.
"Kiss her, Peyton," Brooke prodded.
Peyton shot a glance at Brooke, as if to say 'Where did that come from?!'
"Kiss her or I will," Brooke said as she eyed off Mystery Girl's clothed body.
"Are you serious?" Haley asked.
The three girls in the backseat now all had their eyes on Brooke.
"Peyton's hot, Mystery Girl's hot. Yeah, I'm serious," Brooke said, and her little smirk exaggerated her dimples perfectly.
"Okay," Peyton sighed as she turned her body back to the Mystery Girl.
Okay? What did okay mean? Was she going to do this?
Mystery Girl gulped hard. Her hands were starting to shake and her lower lip was trembling as she looked over Peyton's face slowly and softly.
The connection was instant. Both girls fell into a lulled calm.
Neither had any objections, and each looked to want this more than the other.
Haley eagerly poked her head forward until she could see the two girls in clear view. Brooke sat literally on the edge of her seat, and Rachel's eyes darted between the road and the rear view mirror more often than personal safety would desire.
"I'm gonna pull over," Rachel told the group hastily before indicating and pulling off to the side.
Brooke and Haley giggled a bit as Rachel rushed to do so. If Rachel didn't pull over soon, her eyes were going to be locked on Peyton and Mystery Girl, and they'd crash.
Peyton breathed heavily as she inched closer and closer to mystery girl. Both girls looked so vulnerable. Their movements were mute and soft in nature, but they were still palpitating.
The car wheels bumped slightly over the gravel as they came to a stop on the roadside.
Within the second that the gear was put into Park, Rachel had popped her seatbelt off and swivelled around.
Peyton and Mystery Girl were in a world of their own. Rachel's mood-killer actions couldn't distract the pair.
Mystery Girl's eyes closed as their mouths were within a breath of one another.
Peyton's eyes too closed.
"I haven't kissed a girl since Anna," Peyton said softly before lunging those last few inches and taking Mystery Girl's lips into her own.
But as the kiss happened and Peyton lapped her tongue, and whimpered softly, Mystery Girl's eyes sprung open from their bliss.
Anna.
That name Anna....
She knew that name from somewhere, too!
End of Chapter One
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Written over three days during mid-April, 2009.
Author's Notes
Based on Season 4, Episode 9: "Some You Give Away." One of my personal favorites.
Alright, so I'm a big fan of LOST, too, and thought I'd do a mystery story with One Tree Hill. Mystery in the way that – as you would have caught on ;D – we do not know who Mystery Girl is.
But if you paid attention to my hints, you'll probably know which TV crossover this female character is. Maybe suggest who you think it is in Reviews. I'm interested to know!
Of course, I wanted to make it reasonable funny and sensual, too. It's Brooke, Haley, Rachel, and Peyton – it's impossible for me to see these four as anything but dead sexy! xD