Sneakers

You know the standard disclaimer. I own nothing. This is a product of me being up waaaay to late. lol.
Set somewhere at the beginning of the first season.
Somewhere between a drabble and.. well, not a drabble I guess. haha.

Random payback gone wrong.


Sneakers are funny things. Given their name, anyone would think that they'd be the perfect shoes for, well, sneaking. That's exactly what Brooke had thought, and that was the assumption that she was now cursing herself for making.

Sure, perhaps breaking into the Zapurder office and trying to see what biased piece of bologna Sam was about to unleash to the school about the cheerleaders was kind of brash. Sort of. Maybe. Okay, it was totally stupid. But what else was she supposed to do?! This was her reputation at stake! Her very moral fibre was being challenged here! If that didn't warrant breaking and entering, Brooke didn't know what did!

Which brought her back to her not so stealthy sneakers situation.

She was a good problem solver; she was a quick thinker, quick mover, and pretty flexible given her cheerleading status. So when Sam had unexpectedly returned to the office, Brooke had no trouble dashing under a desk unnoticed. She head Sam unlocking the door and had plenty of time to get a good hiding spot. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but Brooke had been confident that she could outlast Sam and remain hidden until her nemesis left. Then she could make with the goods. The goods of course being Sam's article notes. Everything was fine. That was until the cramp creeped into leg. In an effort to relieve it, she quietly switched positions. All was good, all was well.. until the not so sneaky sneaker decided to screech against the tile of the floor.

'Oh shit' Brooke thought. 'maybe she didn't hear. Or maybe if she did she'll just assume it was something else'. Unfortunately, she doubted that. When she heard Sam's chair move and her feet pad across the floor, Brooke knew she was caught. She watched Sam walk around to the office desk she had hid under. But Sam just stood there. 'She can't see me!!' Brooke thought as she stared at Sam's jean clad legs from the safety of her hiding spot. She heard a muffled 'huh' from Sam.

"I must be going crazy"

'going? You're already there McPherson' Brooke thought to herself rolling her eyes.

She continued to listen to Sam walk around the room until she heard Sam mumble something about a lack of sleep and close the door.

Brooke grinned and got out from under the desk. She looked at her surroundings before putting her hands up in the air and shaking her hips in a victory dance. "Booyah!!"

Just then the door swung back open. Brooke froze mid dance- hands in the air, mouth open, up on the balls of her feet, and eyes locked on Sam's dark brown eyes.

"I knew it! What are you doing here?! Stalk much?" Sam started angrily. Then she noticed the file in her housemates hands. "God Brooke, you're so busted this time! Not even your bleach blonde powers of persuasion will be enough to save you from Krups! How long have you been in here?"

As she listened to Sam continue to rant she half rolled her eyes. She knew she'd been caught and it sucked. In an effort to try and ignore Sam's speech, Brooke shuffled her feet against the floor. She was met with a squeak.

Her eyes narrowed at her shoes. Crossing her arms and grumbling Brooke let out a frustrated sigh.

"Sneakers my ass..."



Peeeerhaps some feedback could be in order? Lol.