Summary: The gap between heaven and hell has never been wider. Preacher's daughters are bad girls who never get caught. Brucas.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just a college senior who has no time yet always makes time for OTH. The title for the story comes from a Toby Keith song called God Love Her.
Me and God Love Her
Chapter Two
"Oh thank god you are here, Quinn!" Brooke pulled Quinn up the stairs and into her room the moment Quinn walked into the house.
"What's the problem?" Quinn was out of breathe.
"I need help finding an outfit, and what better way then to ask the former party girl Quinn Davis herself." Brooke opened her closet door. Brooke knew she had a lot of clothes, but nothing would be good enough for tonight.
"What's going on tonight?" Quinn raised a brow and rested her hands on her hips. "Give me details, Brookie."
"Well, Lucas invited me to a party tonight. So after dinner I'm going to do that." Brooke acted nervously. She didn't know why, but saying his name made her heart race.
"And what about Mom, dad or Grandmother and Grandfather?"
"I'll just say I'm going to sleep?"
"You need a better excuse then that, Brooke. Learn from the pro here," Quinn pointed to herself, "you need to have an alibi and going to sleep ain't one."
"Well I'm kind of grounded for the night. Especially after mom and dad's little hissy fit earlier."
"Leave them up to me, I got this. Trust me. How many times have I gone out and not gotten in trouble?"
"Probably a lot." Brooke didn't know the exact number but she knew that Quinn snuck out a lot and a lot of the times ended up using her window to climb back in.
"Probably a hundred plus times Brooke." Quinn smirked at her accomplishment. "I got an idea. Say we want to have movie night or something and we'll leave to go to my place for the night."
"Wouldn't they want Haley to go?"
"Where am I going?" Haley walked passed the door. Haley always was around when Brooke or Quinn tried talking about her.
"Brooke's coming over tonight and staying the night. I mean you're more then willing to come, but we'll probably sleep on the floor." Quinn tried to make it least desirable as possible.
"It sounds fun." Haley shrugged. "I'll join."
Brooke put a pout on her lips and crossed her hand over her chest. This put a little problem in Brooke and Quinn's problem.
"Okay, cool." Quinn smiled.
"Mom's looking for you two, Grandmother and Grandfather are here." Haley rolled her eyes at that. She, like the other Davis daughters, hated the two older Davis' with a passion.
The pretty southern proper people they pretend to be around the spot light but in the four walls of their house they were horrible. Making comments at Quinn's single mother and living away from home with out being married, making comments at Haley for not being as pretty enough as her other siblings and then at Brooke for being outspoken and not caring what they think of her.
"So she needs saving?" Brooke questioned and Haley nodded. "We'll be right down, I need Quinn's help picking out something for later."
"I can help, you know?" Haley said. She hated being the middle child. Brooke and Quinn had this really tight relationship and Haley felt left out.
"I really don't think fashion is your best subject Hales." Brooke laughed. Compared to her sisters, Haley probably didn't have the best fashion sense. To her comfort means everything. She's comfortable with jeans and a tee-shirt while Brooke goes all out and Quinn puts at least some more effort then she does.
"Okay then," Haley exited the room fast and Quinn fallowed.
"Haley wait up!"
"What Quinn?"
"I know Brooke's still upset with you, just give her a little time. She'll come around sooner or later. It's Brooke, she doesn't stay mad at anyone for a while."
"I know what's going on tonight, Quinn. I'm not stupid." Haley rolled her hazel eyes and stared at her older sister. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I know Brooke's mostly going to see that guy. She's turning into a mini you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn was taken back by her comment. Brooke, turning into a miniature her? She didn't think that. Sure, she's sneaking out to see a guy but Brooke would never go down the path as far as she did herself. Quinn would stop that in a second if she had too.
"You know what it means, Quinn. You two have your nice sister night and I'll stay home." Haley walked away.
Quinn doesn't know what happened between the sisters. Growing up they were always really close. Being five years older than Brooke and four years older than Haley, Quinn looked out for them, the best she could at times.
"See how dramatic she is? This is what I put up with Quinn!" Brooke fell back on her bed just like she did earlier this morning.
"Dramatic? Really, B? I think you need to look in the mirror." Quinn snickered. The silence brought a relaxing sense over the sisters before the older one continued. "So we should get down stairs before mom kills me. Callum is down there with her. Last time I left them alone she was preaching bible studies to him. He's freaking four years old."
"Do we have to go?"
"Yes, come on sista. Let's go drive grandmother and grandfather crazy." Quinn pulled Brooke's hand dragging her in the way Brooke dragged Quinn earlier.
"Look who decided to join us." Grandmother Mary Davis said straight up in her chair in the living room sipping on a glass of wine.
"Sorry." The sister's mumbled at the same time. There was something about that woman that made them shiver in terror.
Mary Davis was as proper as one southern lady could possibly be. She had her gray hair curled perfectly and wore a blue dress suit. She was the image of class. "What in the world are you two wearing?"
Brooke and Quinn turn to each other and know they're not in the most proper outfits to wear in the company of their Grandmother. Brooke was wearing the same outfit she wore when she said she was going to Rachel's and ended up at Lucas's instead, jeans and a sweater. Quinn wore polo and jeans. Her excuse was she had to work earlier.
"Mother, they look fine." Robert spoke walking into the room. He, just like his kids, he is not a fan of his mother and father.
Brooke slumped on the couch and waited for someone to start saying something. She didn't want to be the one to start it.
Looking around the room at the different family member, everyone seemed occupied with different objects instead of the family. Brooke focused on the Grandfather Clock in the corner of the room. Haley sat playing with the fringe on the pillow next to her. The adults were having small chitchat conversation. And Quinn was occupied with her blond haired son who played quietly on the floor.
"Sit up straight, young lady." Grandmother said with a huff. "Robert, didn't you teach these young ladies to be better ladies?"
"Brooklyn!" Victoria hit Brooke's arm. "Can't you sit like Haley?"
Brooke shook her head and sat up straight. She knew the more she gave into their rule, the faster till she got out tonight. "I'm just sitting here, mom. Gosh."
Quinn and Haley looked at each other. Brooke was continuing to dig herself in deeper.
"Fix your language." Robert warned.
"No thank you."
"Mom," Quinn quickly changed the subject trying to create a diversion from her youngest sister's smart mouth. "When's dinner going to be ready?"
"Soon, Quinn."
"I'm hungry GiGi!" According to Victoria Davis, she was too young to become a grandmother and was not going to be called such a thing.
"This is why people should not have kids as teenagers. They don't teach respect."
At that moment, all the Davis girls were ready to either punch, kick or slap Grandmother in the face.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"Why is great grandmother mean?" Callum took a hold of his raven-haired aunt and his dirty blond haired mother's hands as they walked to the small apartment Quinn and him called home.
Quinn couldn't hold back her laugh. Kids say the darnest things was actually true. For a four year old, Callum was very perceptive to the situations going on around him. He was the only child on both sides of his family. Sometimes the adults forgot he was such a small child.
"She's just a grumpy old lady, bud. You just be polite and ignore."
"Aunt Book," Callum could never pronounce Brooke or Haley right. Brooke came out Book and Haley came out Hay. That's it, just Hay.
"Yes my favorite nephew?" Brooke walked him into the apartment.
"I your only!" Callum childish laugh echoed off the apartment walls. "You gonna stay over tonight?"
"Yes I am, but I think mommy says its your bed time, handsome."
"Is it?" He turned to Quinn for the answer who responded with a nod. "Oh darn."
Brooke couldn't help but laugh at Callum again. His tiny personality was shinning through and everyone knew he'd turn out either like Brooke or Quinn. "Night, Cal."
"Night Aunt Book." Callum dragged him self down the tiny hallway to his bedroom.
"You go get ready, we have a lot to do." Quinn demanded of Brooke before following Callum.
Brooke couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. She actually was so far getting away with it. Here goes nothing.
She sent a quick text message to him saying "See you soon, Broody." And within a matter of seconds, she received one saying "I'll be waiting, Pretty Girl."
Tonight was going to be the night she was waiting for. If only she didn't has church in the morning.
So there's chapter two. I'm not too sure now about this story. I may stop it. I want to know if I should keep going. It's not getting many reviews so I'm not sure. Let me know please!