Chapter Twelve
"You can come in now" Brooke said, taking a seat on the edge of Rachel's bed.
"Are you going to tell me what you're hiding, or am I gonna have to guess" Rachel said, quirking an eyebrow at the sort brunette. "Is it a..."
"Whatever you're going to say the answer is no" Brooke replied quickly, crossing one of her legs into the other.
"You don't know what I was going to say" Rachek snapped.
"Yeah I do" Brooke said unsurely. "you were probably going to say something dirty"
"Don't me too sure" Rachel shot back, eyeing the brunette suspiciously sitting down next to her on the bed. "Come on please, just tell me already" she whined.
"No you'll think it's stupid" Brooke cried, sounding like a little kid.
"You know me by now, have I ever laughed at you" Rachel said, giving her that ever so sarcastic, puppy-dog looking face.
Brooke gave Rachel a death glare, rolling her eyes. She laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"Okay, nevermind don't answer that" Rachel said. "Just please tell me already, I beginning to sound like a broken record"
"Uh, it's not something I can just tell you. I'd have to show you" Brooke replied, a sneaky smile forming at the corner of her lips.
"Oh" Rachel said blankly, alittle unsure of what would happen.
Brooke pulled down a small portion of her pajama pants, just enough to reveal her...
Brooke giggled, her cheeks now flushed from excitement.
"Tatoo" Rachel shrieked hysterically, as if she'd just seen a huge spider or something. She jumped off the bed in a panic, pacing around in front the giggling brunette. "You think this is funny, missy"
"Just a bit" Brooke said, before breaking back into her giggle fest.
"Wait a second..." Rachel said, facing Brooke. "I see something, what does your tatto say?"
Brooke rolled her eyes dreamily for a moment, before glanicng at Rachel.
Rachel moved a bit closer, to see just exactly what Brooke's tatoo said. It was in small lettering covered by a small rose bush, under the first three words. She actually had to squint to see, that how blind she was. "R-a-c-h" she blurted out softly. "Who's that?" Rachel looked up at Brooke, who bit her lip to stop herself from laughing again.
"Who do you think it is?" Brooke questioned.
"R-a-c-h" Rachel repeated to herself softly. Where have I heard that name before. Ugh, come on think. It sounds so familiar why don't I remember this name. Oh crap, R-a-c-h. I know that name. It's me, duh.
"Brooke" Rachel said, smiling happily. "You got a tatoo of my nickname"
"Took you long enough" Brooke said sarcastically. "You're not mad are me. Are you?" she asked nervously.
"How could I ever be mad at you. That is like the sweetest thing, it's so pretty. Why we were so scared to show it to me?" Rachel asked curiously.
"Well, for one I got your name tatooed into my skin. Well at least part of it anyway. Not too mention that it's permanent. So..." Brooke said her voice drifiting into a whisper.
"So, nothing. I will always be here for you no matter what" Rachel said, curling her lips into a smile.
Brooke stood up and hugged Rachel.
