Author's Note: I'm suffering from serious writer's block. I just have no idea where I'm taking this story. I like its light-and-fluffyness, but I get the feeling that some of you guys want drama. I'm having trouble coming up with realistic drama for this story. I have something in mind, and have a chapter of it written already but I'm open to some more suggestions!
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"Slut!"
"Whore!"
Brooke and Rachel hadn't seen each other in over 15 years. Rachel left to go to college in Florida, and Brooke stayed in North Carolina. Now, in present time, Brooke arrives late to her dinner with Rachel at a restaurant in Midtown.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. I had a last minute meeting", Brooke apologizes after greeting her old friend with a familiar "term of endearment".
"It's fine. It gave me time to people watch and have a drink or two", Rachel smiles. She hasn't changed much. Her hair is dyed a darker red, almost brown. She's dressed in a more sophisticated way than she did in high school. Brooke curiously looks at Rachel's left hand and surprisingly finds a wedding band.
"You actually got married?" Brooke exclaims.
"It's nice to see you too, Brooke", Rachel says sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah. Who's the unlucky, err…lucky guy?"
"A guy I met in San Diego. His name is Ian."
"Is he cute?"
"Oh yeah", Rachel says coyly as she reaches into her purse to grab a photograph.
"Ooo, pictures!" Brooke says excitedly.
Rachel pulls out the picture and hands it to Brooke who looks at it with a confused face.
"There's a baby in this picture", Brooke notes.
"Good job, Brooke!" Rachel teases.
"When did you have a kid?!"
"19 months ago."
"What happened to you never wanting kids?"
"Well, I got pregnant. And I had no excuse not to have her. I was married. I was old enough."
"Good for you. She's beautiful."
"Thanks."
"What's her name?"
"Keely."
"Pretty…"
"What about you, Brooke? I don't see any wedding rings."
"No, not married."
"Divorced?"
Brooke shakes her head, "Nope. Just never married."
"Wow. A gorgeous girl like you?"
"Well, I've been busy."
Rachel shakes her head, "I don't buy it."
"Excuse me?"
"There's something you're not telling me."
"I see you're just as nosy as you used to be."
"Well?"
Before Brooke can answer, her phone rings, "Hello?"
"Mom!"
"What?"
"You were supposed to pick me up."
"Baby, what are you talking about?"
"My master class was downtown and you were going to pick me up."
"Shit, I forgot. Call Mara. She'll pick you up."
"I'm already in a cab. Where are you?"
"I'm having dinner with a friend from high school. Have the cab take you to Martini's."
"Okay…"
"See you soon, love. I'm so sorry that I didn't pick you up."
"It's okay. I'll be there in 5 minutes."
Vivi and Brooke both hang up, and Rachel looks suspiciously at Brooke.
"Who was that?"
"You're not the only one with a kid, Rachel."
"What?!"
"I have a daughter."
"Was that her father on the phone? Maybe she and Keely could hang out."
Brooke laughs, "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Well, if by hanging out, you mean babysitting, then sure."
"What are you talking about, Brooke?"
"My daughter is fourteen."
"Fourteen?!"
Brooke nods, "Yeah."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised", Rachel teases.
"Gee, thanks."
"Who's her father? Lucas?"
"Jesus, no. Everyone asks that."
"Can you blame them?"
"Yes, I can", Brooke smiles.
"So? Who is her father? Do you know?"
Brooke is taken aback, "Do I know?! Of course I know!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
Brooke sighs, "Her father is a guy I dated in college."
"Oh. And you didn't stay together?"
"We played House for about two years, but neither of us was happy. We finished school and he moved to Charlotte and I moved here", explains Brooke.
Rachel's eyes go to the door, which she faces, "I think your kid just walked in."
Brooke turns around, makes eye contact with Vivi and waves her over, "Rachel, this is Vivienne."
"It's Vivi, actually", Vivi corrects her mother as she sits in an empty chair, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rachel."
Rachel is impressed and smiles at the teen, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too."
"Mom, I don't want to interrupt your dinner."
"No, it's okay."
"Yeah, I'd like to get to know you, Vivi", Rachel says.
"Thanks. Uh, mom. Dad called earlier. He said that you need to call him back ASAP", Vivi tells her mother.
"Did he say what it was about?" Brooke asks.
"Something about coming to an important decision? I don't know, but he sounded nervous."
"Maybe he's leaving Becca", jokes Brooke.
"Nice, you're so nice."
"I'll call him when we get home. Where's the darn waiter? I need a drink!"
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Please review. I know that it's kind of boring, but I'm just trying to write through the writer's block.
