-- CHAPTER 7 -- Restricted --
Brooke awoke the next day to her alarm beeping to what seemed to be a freakin fire alarm. "damn." She mummbled. She hadn't turned it off the night before, and what the hell? She wasn't hungover, was she?. On top of that it was Saturday for craps sake! "ugh." She rolled over onto her back, pulled the plug out of the outlet, then pulled the covers over her head.
She laid there for a few muinites thinking. She remembered exactly what had happened the night before, so she wasn't hung over. Ah Shit Bevin! Oh no wait, she was here last night... She looked around and she wasn't on the bed with her... what the hell? She Swung her feet over the bed to get off and go look for her, did Bevin sleep walk? She gasped when she hit something with her foot she wasn't supposed to.
"OW!" Bevin was on the floor.
"Damnit Bevin what are you doing down there? You scared the shit out of me!"
Bevin kept her eyes closed, annoyed. "Damnit Brooke stop being so loud, why did you hit me jeez, and by the way its only 6 in the morning what the hell are you waking me up for?" She complained. "and im glad i scared some of it outta you considering you're full of it." She teased.
Brooke laughed and used her toe to push on Bevins shoulder. "Shut up and get on the bed loser."
Bevin finally opened her eyes and sat up.
"How did you know what time it was?" Brooke asked. "You didn't even open your eyes."
Bevin got up on her feet and rolled onto the bed over Brooke purposley and rested on her back. "Uh, wow." She took a look at the clock. "Freaky... lucky guess i guess..."
Brooke shook her head laughing. "Thats exactly what you are. A Freak." She teased.
Bevin laughed too. "Only in bed Brooke."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "How'd you get up to my room all by yourself last night.?"
Bevin shrugged. "How the hell do you expect me to remember anything." She sighed. "All i rememer was hanging out with... damn what was his name?... whatever, i don't remember. i think he got me up here though."
"ah." was all Brooke said.
"What about you? I mean you don't look messed up. Im guessing that you aren't hungover, therefore you should remember everything that happened yesterday. What'd you do? I mean Brooke Davis doesn't just NOT DRINK."
Brooke shrugged. "Wasn't in the mood."
"Because..." Bevin prompted.
Oh how she wished she was able to trust her enough... "Im nervous about the competition tomorrow."
Bevin nodded. "I understand." She nudged her. "Don't be, we'll be okay. Now if you don't mind anymore.. im going home. You're too loud."
Brooke laughed. "Sure you don't want me to take you?"
"No, im okay"
"Kay." She smiled and watched as Bevin left her room. Once Bevin had left Brooke got up and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. After her shower she wrapped a towel around her body and let her hair hang loose and wet over her shoulders. She went to her closet to find something to wear when her cell phone rang. She went over to it. Who was calling so early? It was only 6:46 Hmm.. She took a look at the screen. restricted. huh. She flipped it open and answered. "Hello?"
"Open the door honey."
"Mom?" Shit. The house was a mess.... No, wait a muinite it was Saturday. Relief washed over her automatically. They had a maid that came and clean the house every Saturday from 4AM-7AM.
"Yeah, now come open the door for me... Wheres the spare key?"
"Oh uh, i dont know. Wait you're here?"
"You're slow arent you Brooke. Maybe you should change schools I mean If Tree Hill High isn't hel-"
"No mom, just wait a second okay. Im coming downstairs." Brooke rolled her eyes and flipped her phone shut. Great. She slipped on some black sweats and a pink tanktop. slipped on matching pink slippers and hurried on downstairs. She got to the door and took a few deep breaths. Then opeed the door.
"Brooke what took you so long?" Brooke stepped to the side so that Vivian could enter.
"Nice to see you too mom." She sighed. "I uh, had to change"
"Change?" She took a look at Brooke. "Honey if i didn't know any better id say you just woke up. You look like crap Brooke. Maybe we should do a little shopping while im here."
Ouch. Brooke didn't even flinch. She was expecting that. "Sorry mom, i already had plans..."
"Doing what? What could be more important than hangin out with your mom?"
Hangin'? My god, was this woman crazy?
"Come on baby letts hang."
Yes, she was. "Sorry mom." Great. Now she had to make plans, and quick. Maybe she'd just hit the mall...
She shrugged. "Okay, well i brought you a present."
How very thoughtful of her. This was going to be good. "Wow, really?" Pretend to be excited Brooke maybe it won't be so bad... "Here you go."
She handed her a magazine. "Uh, thanks."
"Yeah, its my first issue."
"Wow, thats great mom." She smiled. "Proud of you." Hard to admit, but she was. She just hoped Vivian felt the same about her own daughter.
Vivian just nodded, no thank you and no further explinations on the magazine... okay... whatever.
"So if im not mistaken you're trying to follow my footsteps right?"
She sighed, she hadn't missed the emphasis on the word 'trying'. "Something like that." Sometimes she felt a little ashamed that she'd turned out to be so much like Vivian with the designing. Although she thought about it now and it might be okay if she got some feedback. "Wanna see?"
"Fine. I don't have anything better to do anyways." She soulded tired. She wasn't even excited about it. Some mom. She couldn't take it back now though.
"You don't have to."
"nonsense. lead the way."
Brooke turned rolled her eyes and led the way upstairs to the black room. They walked inside and Vivian walked past her and went over to the table with Brookes Designs on it. She flipped through them shaking her head. "You didn't put much effort into these did you?"
Brooke sighed, she felt tears comming but fought them. She'd worked really hard on her designs. What the HELL!? AGHHHHH! "no" She whispered. "Thy're not done." But they were.
"Obviousley."
Brooke backed out slowly.. "Mom, i gotta go get ready or ill be late."
She nodded. "Okay. Ill see ya later honey."
"How long are you going to be staying here mom?" Her voice was cold, almost rude, but her mom didn't notice.
"A Week."
A WEEK?! ugh. great.
Brooke steped out of the room and went back to her room. She quickly got dressed into a nice low cut V neck black shirt and black jeans. Then she finished blow drying her hair and let it hang straight over her shoulders, her usual style. Then the bell rang. She slipped some black stilletos on and started walking downstairs.
"Brooke, someones here for you."
She got to the bottom of the stairs she wasn't expecting anyone.... "Andy?" Brooke smiled. She certainly wasn't expecting him.
"You didn't tell me you had a date."
Brooke looked at Andy, He was well... confused. "Uh..." She thought quickly. "Yeah." Brooke gave Andy a Play along look. Her mom didn't notice because she was checking out Andy. Uh. Eew. Gross.
"Uh, yeah.. Im here to pick her up. You ready?"
Brooke nodded, letting out a breath that aperently she was holding. "Thank you." She mouthed.
Vivian looked at Brooke. "Well then, don't keep him waiting..."
Brooke stepped outside the door and waited for Vivian to close the door behind her.
Andy just stood there, waiting for an explination.
"Sorry." She looked at him confusion taking over now."Wait. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, uh.." He pulled out her spare key out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, i fogot to give it to you last night."
"Thanks." She took it.
"So... a date huh? Where am i taking you?"
"Look that was just so i could get out of the house. You probably have plans anyway, don't let me stop you." She smiled. "Besides, i thought i'd hit the mall."
"You're turning me down?" He said obvioulsy teasing.
"Unless you want to come...?" She wasn't sure what he'd want to be at the mall with her.
"If you insist..." He smiled. "Ill drive."
"As you wish. But im warning you..." She said eyeing him. "Im a dangerous shopper."
He laughed. "So am i. Letts go."
"You like shopping!" That kind of made it allot more exciting to go to the mall with him.
"Yeah, i like buying hats, clothes, colognes... pretty much eveything."
"Hmm, i need me a New Yorker boy." She laughed.
He laughed too. "Well, you got one for the day."
She smiled and they walked to his car, they got in and drove to the mall.
They drove in silence for a few muinites before Andy spoke up. "What'd you say about the mess?"
"Huh?"
"The party. What'd you tell your mom? I mean, that was your mom right?" He asked, still driving. Almost there.
"Uh, the maid took care of it, early today."
"Oh."
And that was it for a conversation. She did'nt want to bring anything up that might have him being nosey again.
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