"Brooooooke. Do you really have to go?" Peyton whined as she flopped down onto my bed.
Yup. That's my good ol' broody Peyton. We've been best friends since forever and girlfriends for about a year. We've been basically attached to the hip since getting together.
"Good morning to you too Peyton." I said, ignoring her as I finally zipped up my suitcase.
I saw Peyton frown out of the corner of my eye. "Stop pouting Peyt. You know this is important to me. This cheering clinic is pivotal if we want to make states this year. Besides, it's only a weekend."
"Yeah, but a weekend with her. I don't get why you are taking her and not me." It was no secret that Peyton hated Rachel since she got here. I don't blame her, Rachel can be a bitch.
I turned around and joined her on the bed. "Baby, you know I love you but you aren't cheerleader captain material. Rachel is the co-captain and that is why she's coming with me." I gave Peyton a quick peck and tried to get back up to finish packing.
She had different plans. She grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of her. "Peyton I don't have time for this." She pulled me in for another, longer kiss. "Okay, packing can wait."
Ten minutes and two shirts off later the doorbell rang.
"So not fair." Peyton mumbled into my lips. "Ignore it?"
"So whore, are you ready to go?" Rachel called out before walking through my door.
That's Rachel Gattina. Self-proclaimed cheer queen. She's new, but our coach has already given her the co-captain spot so I guess I'll have to deal. Coach says that we'll get a chance to 'bond' this weekend. Whatever.
"Okay ew. Could you guys keep your hands off each other? I might just barf." She covered her eyes and walked back out of my room.
I smirked and got off of Peyton. "Sure you don't want to join Rachie?"
"So not listening!" Rachel called from the hallway. "Just put your shirt back on!"
Peyton giggled as she put her shirt back on but refused to give me mine. "Peyton! Give it to me!" She dodged me and walked to the other side of the room, using my bed as a shield.
"Oh, but Brooke, it looks so much better off."
"Seriously, if you guys don't cut the cute 'we're in love' shit, I might just leave without you." Rachel threatened. "Car leaves in two minutes Brooke with or without you!"
"Peyton." I gave her my best puppy-dog face.
Peyton finally gave in. "Okay, okay." Peyton threw me my shirt and as soon as I put it on she wrapped me in a hug. "Text me when you get a chance."
"I promise. Bye girlfriend."
FOOL
"Ah, home sweet home." Rachel said jumping on our hotel bed. Apparently they had run out of double bed rooms, so here me and Rachel are, sharing a bed. Not that I'm complaining.
Oh my god. Totally didn't mean for that to come out like that. I just meant I felt comfortable around her so it didn't matter if we shared a bed…whatever. I don't need to explain myself to myself.
I got under the covers and shut off the lamp. We had decided to go to bed early instead of exploring the rest of the hotel because we figured tomorrow would be a long day. As soon as I had gone into dream-but-not-yet-asleep land, I heard Rachel whisper to me.
"You know…I think we can make this work…even though you are a crazy bitch." Rachel said teasingly.
What was she talking about? A relationship? A fling? I couldn't possibly do that to Peyton. Before i could open my mouth, she started to explain what she was talking about.
"I know you've been captain for two years now without any help but with your choreography skills and my gymnastics I bet we'll be able to-"
Oh. Cheerleading, right. I knew that. Oops, I stopped listening to her.
"And I know we didn't get along at first but I think we can put it aside for the team."
"Uh, sure. Sounds super." Sounds super? I am such a loser.
Why do I even care what Gattina thinks?
"But I'm trying to sleep skank. So shut it." That's more like it.
"Whore." Rachel mumbled but thankfully turned around and fell asleep.
I took out my sidekick and decided to text Peyton to get my wandering mind off Rachel.
Hey baby. Miss you.
I miss you too B. Davis. How's the clinic?
Starts tomorrow morning at 5. FIVE AM! Can you believe that?
Lol. You'll live Brooke. How's the cheer bitch doing?
Oh, you mean Rachel? Cheering. And bitching.
Lol seriously?
No. She's sleeping stupid.
You're mean.
Maybe. But I love you.
Love you too. Go to bed, you have cheer camp in like 4 hours.
"Shit!" I said to the air. I shut my phone off and then chucked it across the room. How am I supposed to be perky tomorrow off of four hours of sleep?
FOOL
"Rise and shine whore!"
"Ugh. What a great way to be woken up." I mumbled from under my sheets. "What time is it?"
"7:30."
"What!" I shot out of bed and started throwing my practice clothes on. "We were supposed to be at the gym by five!"
Rachel began giggling. "What about this is funny?" I asked her without stopping my motions of getting ready.
"It's actually 4:30. I just figured this way you would get up quicker."
I immediately dropped my toothbrush back into my bag. Slowly I turned around to face her and gave her the 'eye'. "You are so dead."
Before she could react, I ran and tackled her to the bed. I began a full-on tickle attack. You see, I found out her weakness at cheer practice a few days ago. I was spotting her when she was trying a new stunt and accidentally grazed her stomach. Rachel giggled, I got a little carried away, and ta-da! Rachel's weakness found.
"Stop! I'm sorry! Stop!" Rachel said through deep laughs.
"Say the magic words!"
"I don't…know the magic…words!"
"Make them up and fast!"
"Brooke is…the most…wonderfulist…person I know. Even better…than me!" Rachel could barely speak through her laughter. It's really the cutest thing I've ever seen.
"Okay. Those work." I hopped off her and got ready to go eat breakfast before the clinic started.
"I hate you."
"Love you too!" I called over my shoulder.
Maybe spending the weekend with Rachel wouldn't be so bad afterall.
