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Brooke McQueen inhaled deeply as she nervously played with the magazine that was situated on her lap. She hadn't really paid much attention to which teeny bopper star covered the glossy pages beneath her fingers, and, as she continued to tear at the corners her anxiety became more adamant. There was a soft sterile smell gnawing at the inside of her nostrils, a sort of sweet bitterness, which left her imagination running rampant with fear.
She was in a small waiting room that was no bigger than her kitchen. The walls were painted an off white, though they had stained with their age, and the only furniture present was a small coffee table and a few chairs. Brooke was, surprisingly, the only person inside the small room. The clock was ticking slowly as she watched on, waiting for her doctor to call her name. It wasn't like she had really wanted to come here. Fear weighed down on her, after all, what teenaged girl enjoyed sitting in her family doctors office waiting for a pregnancy test?
'Oh God, oh God, oh God' she chanted inside her head. Her chest was tight, head was spinning and her breath was coming in short ragged gasps. Her foot began to tap against the floor. 'What am I gunna do?' she thought frantically. 'It has to be a false alarm. There's no way this is happening. I mean we were safe' The debate warred inside her mind and she recalled and reviewed the details.
"Brooke McQueen?" a soft voice inquired. Her head shot up. Somehow her body managed to move towards the small door frame that the nurse was calling her into. "That's me" she murmured quietly for good measure. She was met with a smile "Excellent, Dr. McLeod is almost finished up, so if you'll just follow me I'll start with some intake questions. Sound good?" The nurse was nice enough, under any other circumstances Brooke would probably have smiled back and nodded, today however, she dipped her head slightly and followed the other woman into an examination room.
"So Brooke, why don't you tell me a little bit about your situation?"
Brooke stared blankly into the nurses eyes before shifting uncomfortably.
"Well.. um, I suppose, I just.. you know.." she fumbled awkwardly.
"It's okay Dear" she heard "I can understand that these things can be a tad bit uncomfortable. How about I ask you some questions instead?"
Brooke nodded.
"I'm Tracey by the way" she said while adjusting the clipboard in her hand.
"So it says you're here because you would like a pregnancy test. Is that correct?"
The blonde looked down shyly before mumbling a 'yes'.
"Alrighty" Tracey said a little too cheerfully for Brooke's liking. "When was your last period then?"
"About two months ago" she replied
"Okay. Are you experiencing any fatigue? Change in behaviours? Feelings of faintness or anything like that?"
Brooke sighed. "I fainted in my shower last week. And I've been very tired recently yes"
"Okay. Any abdominal cramps? Spotting or discharge?"
Her eyes widened. 'oh my god ew' was the only thing she could think.
"Definitely not" she shot back, eyes wide, a disturbed look gracing her features.
"And you've completed a home pregnancy test already?"
The blonde nodded "Four. They all came up positive"
"Umhmm. Okie doke, well that sounds good then. Anything else you feel is important to add?" Tracey inquired
Brooke was stunned. Talk about direct and to the point, Tracey hadn't even asked her if she had used a condom! 'Though I suppose that's sort of a silly question' she thought to herself 'four positive tests later, I'm guessing it doesn't really matter anymore'
"Brooke?" Tracey questioned. She snapped out of her haze.
"Sorry, no, that's everything"
"Okay. Well, I'll just fill out some of this paper work and Dr. McLeod will be in to see you in a few minutes." With that, Tracey closed her clipboard, stood, and strode out the door leaving Brooke alone.
The air became thick. Silence ensued and Brooke could feel the sweat begin the drip down her back. In that moment everything really became real. There could be something inside of her, growing and depending on her, the thought was more than petrifying. Thoughts started to run wild inside her head.
'What am I going to tell Dad?'
'How am I going to do this?'
'What about being a Glamazon?'
'I can't do this!!'
Everything was rushing into her and she once again didn't hear her name being called.
"Hello Brooke, I'm Dr. McLeod. I see you're here for a pregnancy test.."
The words smudged together as Brooke followed her doctors lead and the tests were completed with the promise of a definite answer in a few days time.
Brooke walked limply out of her doctors office and straight to her car. Once inside she closed the door gently and sat in silence for a few moments. She was conflicted. The whole situation was too much to handle, and, she thought to herself, if she was having trouble just dealing with the possibility of being pregnant, how could she even begin to handle actually being pregnant? She was scared.
'I won't cry' she thought to herself, setting her resolve in stone, 'No matter what, I will not cry'
With that, she put her keys in the ignition and started on her way home.
It would be a good hours drive before she returned to the mansion, but, Brooke was more than okay with that. She needed time to calm herself and build her wall back up. It had been an exhausting day. She drove home without the radio on, the quiet a blanket of solace she willingly wrapped herself in. Brooke knew the next few days would be hell. A hell that not even her regular bubble bath and scented candles could save her from.
When she finally arrived home it was just past six in the evening. She had lied to Mike and Jane and told them that she would be attending the football game out of town. Sluggishly, she pulled herself from the car and made her way to the door. Brooke made a beeline for her room, quickly discarding her clothes and finding a towel to wrap herself in.
'Epsom salts, meet Brooke. Brooke, Epsom salts.' She muttered to herself before making her way to the washroom. Brooke needed some down time, and down time, naturally, translated into a hot, relaxing tub.
Brooke walked right into her washroom, never once thinking about the other teenaged inhabitant of her home.
"Jesus Christ Brooke!!!" an angry voice shouted.
'naked Sam. Sam naked…good god naked Sam' Brooke thought as she stood stunned.
There before her stood a very nude, very wet Samantha McPherson.
Her dark brown hair was dripping and swaying from side to side as she scrambled to find a towel to cover herself with.
Brooke was frozen, eyes wide, and mouth agape as Sam continued to search for a towel.
"Turn around you perve!"
Somehow her body complied. Brooke attempted to mutter some sort of an apology but she was only met with Sam's angered and exasperated groan, and the sound of a door slamming shut behind her.
She turned around slowly, eyes still wide, and looked around the room.
"Could this day get any worse?"
No sooner had the words left her lips that a now dressed Sam flung the door open.
Her eyes were on fire.
Brooke immediately began to apologize.
"Sam I'm so sor-"
"This. Never. Happened" Sam's eyes were dark and her face was hard.
"Got it?" the brunettes eyebrow quirked with her question.
Brooke could only nod. Her heart was hammering under Sam's gaze.
"Good" Sam uttered quietly, her eyes softening a mite as she lowered her stare to the ground. "Mike wanted me to tell you that we're going out for dinner tonight,"
Brooke's eyes rolled on their own accord.
"we're leaving in half an hour" Sam finished.
"Family" supper was not something Brooke wanted to put up with right now. As Sam turned to leave she called to her
"Could you tell him I'm sick?" she asked.
"Do I look like your messenger?" Sam bit back without turning around. Any other day Brooke would take Sam's words and throw them right back at her, but tonight, she just sighed out a quiet 'no'
"I'm sorry" the blonde let out. To this Sam turned around, a confused expression plastered to her face, "What?" she questioned.
"I said I was sorry. I'll go tell him myself" Brooke answered.
It was then that Sam actually looked at Brooke. She had bags under her eyes, no smile, her hair was pulled into a rough pony tail, she had no make up on, and her eyes were dull.
"No" she managed to get out, "PMS.. my bad" Her brow was furrowed "I'll let them know" And with that she was gone again.
Brooke slumped back against her door.
"fucking hell" she let out before shuffling back into her room.
Brooke plopped herself onto her bed, idly wondering whether or not such a movement would harm her might be baby. She sunk into her mattress, noting the softness of her sheets. She wrapped herself up in her blankets cocooning herself from the realities of the outside world. Closing her eyes she tried to block everything out. She took a few deep breaths and let herself slip away into her own world. A calm settled in her chest as she surrendered to the dreams behind her eyelids. Deep brown eyes, soft damp skin, and strong arms wrapping around her waist. Her heart fluttered on it's on accord sending a deep pang throughout her chest. For the first time in a month Brooke allowed herself to enjoy her minds eye, relaxing, and only muttering one name to herself before falling into sleep.
'Sam..'
Hands tangled into blonde hair, thrusting her head deeper and farther between a pair of strong legs. Brooke moaned against her lovers lips as she dove her tongue hard into the silk folds that surrounded her. She heard a faint whimper and a stifled groan. Smiling she let her fingers enter Sam as she sucked her clit into her mouth. Revelling in the taste she continued her assault.
'Oh God Brooke. That feels so good' Sam rasped out frantically
Spurred on she added another finger into Sam and was rewarded by a loud moan.
'Brooke!'
She loved when Sam was this wet. This open and ready for her.
'Brooke! Oh fuck Brooke. Get up!' she moaned out.
'Get up! Brooke!' her moans disappeared and Brooke raised her head confused.
'Jesus woman, get up!' Sam's tone was no longer desperate, but rather agitated and annoyed.
Brooke opened her eyes and looked around her room She was alone on her bed, just as she had been when she fell asleep the previous night.
'Did you forget it's your turn to drive to school?! I thought you were already up and ready. We're going to be extremely late!' Sam hollered from Brooke's doorway.
'Sam?' she questioned, still half asleep and confused as to why Sam was screaming at her from across the room instead of under her in ecstasy.
'No it's the ghost of detentions future. And I forsee a years supply. Get up already!'
Brooke was met with the sound of her door, once more, slamming shut.
'Great..' she uttered. 'What a wonderful way to start the morning'
Reaching between her legs she felt the wetness there left by her dream and shut her eyes slowly as her fingers traced over her mound.
As she was about to apply pressure Sam knocked loudly on her door again.
'Come on Princess!'
Rolling her eyes Brooke lept out of bed.
'Kinda what I was trying to accomplish!' She groaned to herself before making her way to her shower quickly.
Fifteen minutes later, Brooke was showered, dressed, and finishing her make up while she walked down the stairs to greet a less than impressed Sam.
'About freaking time' the brunette grumbled
'Just because you jump out of bed and throw the first disgusting item of clothing you find on your floor on, doesn't mean the rest of the normal world does the same' Brooke retorted.
'Whatever Princess. Just get your high maintenance ass into gear so we can get to school. The last thing I need right now is for Bio Glass to use me to demonstrate proper dissection techniques'
'Take it down a notch Spam. It's not that big of a deal. People can be late! It happens!' Brooke bit back angrily, the weight of her words resounding only after she spoke them. Bile rose in her stomach and her throat closed up. Sam started on a rant, but Brooke tuned her out, her gaze focused on the road ahead. Her knuckles were white from gripping the wheel. She could feel her heart thunder in her ears as the anxiety of the last day sunk in again.
'Perfect..' she thought wryly as she tightened her hold and chancing a gaze at Sam who had appeared to have finished her rant. The brunette was staring out her window effectively ignoring Brooke. The ride to Kennedy was silent from then on with only Brooke's feeling of impending doom to keep her company.
'Just fan-friggin-tastic' and with that, she pulled into the school parking lot.
Sam leapt from the vehicle before it came to a full stop and rushed to her classes leaving Brooke with a somewhat stunned expression on her face. Shaking her head, she gathered her things and made her way to her locker. Opening it she traced her fingers lightly over the pictures on the inside of the door, sighing as she realized how much of herself she had wasted, and thinking about how much of herself would be lost if her test came back positive. Her chest tightened and she could feel herself starting to get warmed. She grabbed her books and slammed her locker shut.
'It will come back negative' she swore to herself and made her way to the biology lab room.
Soooo yeah. that's the start to my new story. what do you all think? feedback is key here peeps so don't be afraid to give me a shout out about the vibes youre gettin! :)
