Chapter 12-Stilletoes, Lip Gloss and Really Sexy Dresses
Authors Note: Hey everyone. First let me apologize for the EXTRA LONG delay. I just got so uninspired and with everything that's happened….never mind. NO excuse. I am back and ready to shock your senses.
Disclaimer: See all the other chapters. I am SO over these.
Chapter 12-Stilletoes, Lip Gloss and Really Sexy Dresses
As the warm water cascaded over her body Brooke's mind raced. Rachel's words were still echoing in her mind, "Because you love him." Four simple words, no, scratch that, those words were so far from simple. They were actually border lining on truth, but Brooke was sure she was done with that. Lucas was nothing more than a chapter in her past and this, now, was just a small cameo. Soon he would bow out gracefully, or sleep with one of her friends, and disappear forever. At that thought Brooke felt something warm and wet slide down her face but it wasn't the water, she could feel more beginning to push their way past her barrier, but the assault on her face came to a very sudden halt at the sound of four more little word, "Come on, you fatass!"
Ahh, Rachel. Always a classy one.
Brooke quickly obliged and shut off the shower. She pulled a towel from one of the hooks and dabbed at her body, working it over her toned legs, built (but still entirely feminine, cuz She-Man Arms equal Ew!) arms, everywhere. Soon she emerged from the bathroom with one towel around her small, curvy frame and another holding up her still damp hair.
Rachel frowned and sighed heavily, "Oh, hell. We are gonna be so friggin late."
Brooke ignored Rachel's obvious insult and kinked an eyebrow, "We?"
Rachel smirked and nodded, placing her hands firmly on her hips, "Well, duh. See I am so not gonna miss this. Besides you might need me to take of that heifer again. I think you remember her. About 5'7, badly died blond hair, skinny little bony body."
Brooke couldn't help but laugh, "Shut up. Come on. I need to pick out an outfit."
"Nope," Rachel's smirk grew and she shook her head, "Bed." Brooke sent a confused look her way but all she got was silence.
Brooke walked cautiously past her friend, but stopped at the sight of the clothes that were laid out, "Rachel...these aren't mine." Brooke didn't bother to turn she just walked over to the bed and picked up the small, simple, but still completely exquisite black dress.
Rachel smiled as her friend fawned over the dress, "I know. I figured if you were really going to blow him, uh, them away, then you couldn't do it in anything that rest within in that fashion grave yard you call a closet.
Brooke ignored Rachel's attitude and just smiled, "Thank you..."
Apparently the whole smiling thing is contagious, because Rachel could nothing but return Brooke's smile, minus the dimples.
Thirty rushed minutes later both women stood in front of Brooke's full length mirror smiling in deep satisfaction, but after a moment Brooke began to adjust the top of her dress, but Rachel's hand quickly pulled hers away, "NO! No touching. I worked too hard to make you fabulous. so you WILL NOT touch yourself." Both girl turned and just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into riotous fits of laughter, "Perv." Brooke lightly slapped Rachel on her arm in response.
"As if you didn't think it first, whore."
"Whatever, let's go, we have fifteen minutes to get 25 blocks." Rachel grabbed their purses and practically pulled Brooke out of her building stopping only to allow Brooke to perform the trivial task of locking her door. Like, who does that anymore?
The girls had no trouble hailing a cab, for when Rachel raised her arm and stepped one leg out to the side revealing the highly sculpted and long asset four cabs rushed her way, three driven by men and one by, well they weren't sure, but they quickly climbed into one of the ones driven by the less wo-MANly persons.
As the cab began the journey toward Madison Square Garden, Brooke could feel her tensions returning and in some strange way so could Rachel. She gently took her friends hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Over the years Rachel and Brooke had grown so close and they could always tell when one needed the other. And that was why she was really here. There was no way Brooke was going to be able to this on her own and when the moment arrived Rachel would be there for her.
Come hell or high water. She would be there. No matter what. And she knew Brooke would do the same for her.
