-- CHAPTER 11 -- I Will Walk All Over You --

It wasn't long before Josh was asleep and Brooke was still awake. She looked at him and sighed. I have got to stop being like this... She thought to herself. This is the last guy i will have meaningless sex with.

She fell asleep and before she knew it, the sun was up again. She got up slowly, It was already seven in the morning...

She flipped on the lights and took a picture of the half hidden guy under the sheets. He was dead asleep. After gathering off all her stuff and getting dressed she turned off the lights and walked out of the room slowly. Then she went and knocked on Bevins door. Bevin opened her door and let Brooke in, She filled her in on the guy she'd gotten last night. All the girls met up and shared pictured, everybody had to agree that Brooke's was definatly the best looking of them all. She gave them her key and they went to go peek, She never found out what happned with the girls and their sneeking around in her room. She was too busy showering in Bevins room. She changed into new, clean clothes that she'd bought at the mall on Saturday and she smiled to herself in the mirror. Andy had told her that the shade of green she was wearing was his favorite color. Odd, and the pretty blue that his eyes were, was her favorite color.

After all the girls were ready they left the hotel together. Most of the girls had taken the bus that the school had provided to the hotel, but a few brought their cars. Brooke being one of those girls drove straight home. She sighed when she pulled into her driveway. Here we go... She got out and grabbed her bags of brand new clothing and accesories, and her bag that contained her uniform and such. She walked up to the door and took a deep breath. I can do this...

She walked in and called out for her mom but she wasn't home. She sighed in relief and then went to her room. She was exhausted, she hadn't slept all night, not really anyway. She flopped on her bed and was unconsious in no time.

Later that day she awoke. Her clock read 6 in the afternoon. She'd slept all day... She got up. She was acctually pretty hungry so she decided she'd go and make a sandwich or something. She was walking down the hall when she heard humming in the room at the end... Her black room. She walked right in and saw Vivian at the desk, she was... drawing? Brooke took a few steps closer... "Oh, hey you're finnally up." Vivian said, a little to cheerfully.

Brooked nodded. "Yeah, mom... what are you doing..." She trailed off when she caught sight of what Vivian was drawing on. Her sketches. Her eyes burned, she felt the stupid tears comming.

"Im fixing your 'designs'" Brooke didnt say anything she just looked at her designs in Vivians hands and she wanted to snatch them, She wanted to punch her and cuss her out and... and... She couldn't, She was numb again. Not that same numbing she had when she'd won regionals, no, a burning numbing. She felt herself get all hot. "Brooke, honey, are you okay?" Vivian nudged her and finally...

She broke out of whatever trance she was in. "What the Fuck?!" She exploded.

"Brooke-"

"No!" She sighed frustrated. "What are you doing?... What have you done!!?..." She was crying, but it was because of all the anger she so suddenly felt. "You've ruined them!" She'd made her clothes look like prostitute clothes. She'd changed the colors and the styles and stitchings and...

"Ruined?" Her mom looked offended. "Sweetie, Iv'e made them better. You can't design Brooke. Look, Ive been trying my best to be nice and not say anything but... I dont think you can make it as a designer Brooke." She was trying to be nice? " Nobody would like this..." Vivian held up some of the designs that Brooke had made, that we'rent already Vivi-tized. "Nobody would buy it." She shrugged. "Im saying this because i love you Brooke."

Brooke could not find the words to speak. She, she was torn. What? "I.. You.. You.."

Vivian grinned. Oh My god! She's mocking me! She thinks its funny! Brooke cleared her throught and straightened out infront of her mom, She made sure that what she was about to say was clear. "Look, Vivian." Vivian winced, Brookes voice was cold and strong, and she'd never called Vivian by her name. "I will make it as a designer, People will buy my clothes and they will look good in them. That grin on your face. Its going to fade and its going to be a sad frown when i make it big time and walk all over you." She snatched her designs off the table and from her hands. "These are mine." She walked past her and turned again to look at her. Vivian didn't move. "Mark my words Vivian... I will Walk all over you." She went to her room and grabbed a bag throwing in a set of clothes, her makeup bag, and toiletries. Then she left.. After all, she had a place to stay tonight...

Okay, so maybe that was a little dramatic of her. But she felt damn good. She'd told off Vivian.

She drove to Andy's house. Lucky for her she saw his light was on upstairs. She sighed in relief. Then she thought it through, How was it that she was so comftrable around him? So comftrable in fact that she knew... She knew she had to tell him about herself If she was going to stay there untill Vivian left. How though? How did she get to telling him? How much could or would she tell him...? She looked out the window again and saw him looking out his window. Well... She'd better think fast...

She got out of her car and went to his doorstep. She didn't even have to ring the door bell. He had already opened the door. "Hotel Gotti, open for service" He smiled encouragingly.

She sighed and smiled. "Thanks. You know... You're too nice." She teased.

He nodded. "I know. Im just trying to get you to talk."

She eyed him. "Is that what this is all about?"

He laughed. "No. But yeah, its a part of it."

She nodded and he let her in. He closed the door behind them. "Part of it...?"

He smiled at her. "Yeah, you're fun. That's another part of it."

She smiled. "Thanks, i know."

He laughed and shook his head. "Alright then... So... You hungry?"

She nodded. "Starvings more like it."

He smiled aprovingly. "Good. I ordered Italian."

"Huh." Was all she said.

"What?"

"We are seriousley, Freakishly alike..."

He eyed her. "Why do you say that?"

"Well... You're ordering food to eat. I almost always do that. You like shopping... I like shopping. You live alone...." She took a deep breath and let it out. "And, i live alone."

He looked at her confused. "Wait what?" He shook his head. "You live alone?" He was looking at her suspiciously. "Did you lie to me about your mom then?"

"No." She bit her lip. "Are you ready for my story?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Wow." He whispered.

"What?"

"You trust me...?" He asked. But he was serious now.

"Is there a reason i shouldn't"

"No.. I just thought. Well, to tell you the truth i just didn't know it would be this quickly."

"Well... I trust you enough to tell you the basics."

He nodded. "Okay. Tell me then." They moved to the livingroom and sat across from eachother on the couches.

She looked him in the eyes. Her favorite color sparkling back at her with such an intensity, at that moment she knew he was serious. He wouldn't laugh, He wouldn't tell anyone... He'd listen. She sighed and began. "So I live alone." She confirmed. "My mom and dad don't live with me. They're basically married. But... are'nt really together anymore...?" She frowned. "That doesn't make any sense..." She thought again. "My moms a slut, my dads a man whore, they know about eachother... in that sense, but don't care." She shook her head. Pretty bewildered at the way it sounded outloud. Somehow she was feeling a little better though. "My dad... He doesn't care about me. He pays my bills ... but thats about all the love ill ever get from him, thats all ive ever gotten from him. I don't think he remembers but when i was seven he called me his little mistake. I thought it was cute then, but i look back now and i don't find it cute at all." She sighed and looked at him. He seemed... sad. For her? She smiled letting him know she was okay. Who knows if she fooled him... "Anyway... My mom doesn't aprove of me either. and well..." She sighed frustrated. "I hate her. I can't stand her... She's well... A bitch." She looked up at him again. "Sorry." She mummbled and laughed a little.

He got up and went to sit next to her. "Im sorry.. Must suck."

She sighed, her breath shaky. From the corner of her eye she saw him lift his hand, and gently he reached for her cheek and wiped her tears away. She smiled. "Thanks."

He smiled and rubbed her back. Heat filled her body at his touch. She shook her head. What the fuck... You said No. More. Meaningless. Sex. She sighed and he broke the scilence. "But you said you live alone and... your moms home?"

"Yes" She nodded. "She does this like once a year. Literally. She... She putts me down all the time and well..." She shrugged. "I don't know.. She makes me feel like shit about myself."

He smiled. "You're not shit though.. You know that right?"

She shrugged. "You know my black room?" She waited till he nodded. "I got home from the competition and took a nap. When i got up i heard her in there. She was 'fixing' my designs." She thought back. "I flipped out on her... She changed them. She made them her own... I worked so hard on those designs."

"So maybe she was just trying to help?" He tried.

"Not Exactly." She shook her head. "She's my mom. Andy, she's supposed to support me... Instead she told me id never make it and that my designs sucked... that noone would buy them the way they were before she messed with them"

He looked shook his head. "She's wrong Brooke... I saw them. Thats the kind of clothes i know girls in New York would buy. They were really good."

She shook her head. "She has her own line Andy, she's big."

He eyed her. "You agree with her?"

She shrugged. "I didn't at the moment. I told her That i was going to make it and that... well that i'd walk all over her."

He smiled aprovingly. "And so you will."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Ill try."

"You will." He pressed.

"Fine, I Will." She smiled. Then the doorbell rang.

"Hey, Nicks coming over tonight so... I apologize now." He grinned and got up to get the door.

She laughed at the way he put it. "Okay. Im going to step into your restroom."

He nodded and she went over to the restroom. I Did It. She smiled at herself in the mirror. It was strange but she thought when it was out she might feel wierd, but she felt extremly happy. He knew, someone knew, and she could talk to him about it. Hmm.. She thought. This means he tells me his story...This should be interesting...

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