AN: Hey guys! I know I've been holding out on you guys for a while...I'm
sowwie! The next one will be sooner, I promise you! Oh, and as for the
whether it's gonna be a Naley, or a Laley, I have no idea yet so let me
know what you want! Thanks for the awesome reviews! You are my hero!
Disclaimer: Yeah, you guys already know. I don't own anything. (I know, it's tragic.)
ON WITH THE STORY!
A dangerous idea by: grace
It was night when they arrived in Florida, but the weather as still warm and balmy as the three girls stood outside their condo. Brooke opened the door, and they all stepped inside.
"Omigosh." Brooke breathed as she set her stuff down in the large entrance hall. Haley and Peyton followed her through the door and also threw their stuff on the ground. Haley flipped the light and all three girls let out a small gasp.
The place was huge and beautiful, with large bay windows and creamy colors and textures. There was a full kitchen, what looked like a recreation room, a full bathroom, their own pool outback, three bedrooms, a huge livingroom with a fireplace, and all was sparkling clean.
"Wow. They weren't kidding when they said this condo was awesome." Peyton chuckled, hiking up her things.
"...Condo? I'm pretty sure they call these things mansions."
Brooke just gave a small jump with a little squeal and ran into the kitchen. "I'm STARVING. Maybe the last peoples left some crackers or something..." She gasped. "Guys....come here."
The entire fridge was packed to the brim with food. They all let out a squeal and then Brooke fled to the cabinets. "There's mixes and alcohol here too!"
"This place is prime for partying." Peyton let out a content sigh as she pulled out a pop-tart from the pantry.
"Are you sure we didn't walk into someone's house by mistake?" Haley asked, grabbing her stuff and letting out a small groan with the weight.
"Hey guys! You won't believe this! They have like every possible alcoholic beverage you can think of. Mudslide anyone?" She pulled out a bottle and expertly gave it a small toss. Haley and Peyton laughed.
"I'm beat," Said Haley. "I think I'm gonna turn in for now..."
"Hey," Brooke pouted. "I didn't learn those mad bartender skills for nothing, you know."
They all laughed. "Come on, Brooke. Tomorrow we'll party. But I'm with Hales. It's already late."
Brooke shrugged and replaced the bottle. She looked disappointed for a moment, and then turned and bolted from the room. "First dibs on beds!" She called behind her. Haley and Peyton laughed and ran after her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wooohooo!" Brooke squealed as the three girls roamed the streets of Miami, soaking up the sun and looking for something to do. Brooke sat on the back of their Jeep as Peyton drove and Haley tried to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. This proved difficult seeing as Brooke was making a spectacle of them, and loving every minute of it.
A car honked and they looked over to see a group of guys eyeing them. Brooke gave a flirty wave, Peyton ignored them, and Haley shrunk in her seat. How embarrassing.
"Brooke? Can't we just have a girls kind of week?" Haley asked in a small voice, her cheeks burning as Brooke shifted suggestively in her seat for the boys, who whistled appreciatively. Brooke looked at her, eyes wide.
"Sweetie, in case you haven't noticed, we are in Miami. On a girls trip. You can't NOT pick up boys."
"Yeah, but..."
"No. Haley, go with the flow. You can NOT be a bookworm wallflower for just this one week."
Haley looked at her indignantly. "I can try." She shrugged.
Brooke rolled her eyes, looking out onto the crazy streets. Her eyes got wide as she spotted a billboard, and she glanced at Haley mischievously.
"I've got an idea," She said with a wicked grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The crowd was roaring while Haley stood behind the white curtain separating her from her humility. She stood nervously rocking on the balls of her feet, still wondering what she was doing there. She wore the blue bikini Brooke had forced on her, and a pair of Brooke's sexiest sandals.
Haley was plotting against Brooke's favorite sandals, and what she would do to them, when she heard a voice sound from the stage in front of the curtain.
"MIAMI! Are you ready for some fun?!?" The deep male voice suddenly made everything real to Haley. What was she still doing there? She could have ran. She could have left and no one would be wiser. Except for Brooke and Peyton would be pissed.
Well, it would be their fault, Haley thought miserably. The sounds of the roaring crowds outside made her want to vomit. All over Brooke's sandals, if she was lucky.
She bit her lip, watching the other girls, so unlike her, prepare. A blonde with extremely long hair and bright blue eyes (Haley thought they might be contacts) was applying lipstick to her already overly made-up face. The blonde gave her a little smirk when she caught Haley looking at her, as if she somehow knew that Haley didn't want to be here.
Well, she wouldn't be wrong, Haley shrugged. Damn Peyton and Brooke. Damn it. They had cornered her and threatened her with a male strip club if she didn't agree to go through with it.
Although now I don't think I would have minded so much. Anything would be better than this.
It was hot, and all Haley could think about was the thousands of people on the other side of that curtain. She gritted her teeth. Damn them.
"The rules are, no groping the strippers please," The man's voice sounded out. Haley's mouth fell open. Strippers? Did he mean HER?
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DUN DUN DUN! Hehehe. Review if you want more! (yes I know, I'm soooooo mean!) Also don't forget to let me know what you think...Nathan, or Lucas?
Next time: Obviously the end of the cliffhanger I left you with (hehe maybe) and a trip to the nightclub leaves the girls heads spinning. And a surprise person.
I luv you guys! Thanks for the support!
Disclaimer: Yeah, you guys already know. I don't own anything. (I know, it's tragic.)
ON WITH THE STORY!
A dangerous idea by: grace
It was night when they arrived in Florida, but the weather as still warm and balmy as the three girls stood outside their condo. Brooke opened the door, and they all stepped inside.
"Omigosh." Brooke breathed as she set her stuff down in the large entrance hall. Haley and Peyton followed her through the door and also threw their stuff on the ground. Haley flipped the light and all three girls let out a small gasp.
The place was huge and beautiful, with large bay windows and creamy colors and textures. There was a full kitchen, what looked like a recreation room, a full bathroom, their own pool outback, three bedrooms, a huge livingroom with a fireplace, and all was sparkling clean.
"Wow. They weren't kidding when they said this condo was awesome." Peyton chuckled, hiking up her things.
"...Condo? I'm pretty sure they call these things mansions."
Brooke just gave a small jump with a little squeal and ran into the kitchen. "I'm STARVING. Maybe the last peoples left some crackers or something..." She gasped. "Guys....come here."
The entire fridge was packed to the brim with food. They all let out a squeal and then Brooke fled to the cabinets. "There's mixes and alcohol here too!"
"This place is prime for partying." Peyton let out a content sigh as she pulled out a pop-tart from the pantry.
"Are you sure we didn't walk into someone's house by mistake?" Haley asked, grabbing her stuff and letting out a small groan with the weight.
"Hey guys! You won't believe this! They have like every possible alcoholic beverage you can think of. Mudslide anyone?" She pulled out a bottle and expertly gave it a small toss. Haley and Peyton laughed.
"I'm beat," Said Haley. "I think I'm gonna turn in for now..."
"Hey," Brooke pouted. "I didn't learn those mad bartender skills for nothing, you know."
They all laughed. "Come on, Brooke. Tomorrow we'll party. But I'm with Hales. It's already late."
Brooke shrugged and replaced the bottle. She looked disappointed for a moment, and then turned and bolted from the room. "First dibs on beds!" She called behind her. Haley and Peyton laughed and ran after her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wooohooo!" Brooke squealed as the three girls roamed the streets of Miami, soaking up the sun and looking for something to do. Brooke sat on the back of their Jeep as Peyton drove and Haley tried to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. This proved difficult seeing as Brooke was making a spectacle of them, and loving every minute of it.
A car honked and they looked over to see a group of guys eyeing them. Brooke gave a flirty wave, Peyton ignored them, and Haley shrunk in her seat. How embarrassing.
"Brooke? Can't we just have a girls kind of week?" Haley asked in a small voice, her cheeks burning as Brooke shifted suggestively in her seat for the boys, who whistled appreciatively. Brooke looked at her, eyes wide.
"Sweetie, in case you haven't noticed, we are in Miami. On a girls trip. You can't NOT pick up boys."
"Yeah, but..."
"No. Haley, go with the flow. You can NOT be a bookworm wallflower for just this one week."
Haley looked at her indignantly. "I can try." She shrugged.
Brooke rolled her eyes, looking out onto the crazy streets. Her eyes got wide as she spotted a billboard, and she glanced at Haley mischievously.
"I've got an idea," She said with a wicked grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The crowd was roaring while Haley stood behind the white curtain separating her from her humility. She stood nervously rocking on the balls of her feet, still wondering what she was doing there. She wore the blue bikini Brooke had forced on her, and a pair of Brooke's sexiest sandals.
Haley was plotting against Brooke's favorite sandals, and what she would do to them, when she heard a voice sound from the stage in front of the curtain.
"MIAMI! Are you ready for some fun?!?" The deep male voice suddenly made everything real to Haley. What was she still doing there? She could have ran. She could have left and no one would be wiser. Except for Brooke and Peyton would be pissed.
Well, it would be their fault, Haley thought miserably. The sounds of the roaring crowds outside made her want to vomit. All over Brooke's sandals, if she was lucky.
She bit her lip, watching the other girls, so unlike her, prepare. A blonde with extremely long hair and bright blue eyes (Haley thought they might be contacts) was applying lipstick to her already overly made-up face. The blonde gave her a little smirk when she caught Haley looking at her, as if she somehow knew that Haley didn't want to be here.
Well, she wouldn't be wrong, Haley shrugged. Damn Peyton and Brooke. Damn it. They had cornered her and threatened her with a male strip club if she didn't agree to go through with it.
Although now I don't think I would have minded so much. Anything would be better than this.
It was hot, and all Haley could think about was the thousands of people on the other side of that curtain. She gritted her teeth. Damn them.
"The rules are, no groping the strippers please," The man's voice sounded out. Haley's mouth fell open. Strippers? Did he mean HER?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
DUN DUN DUN! Hehehe. Review if you want more! (yes I know, I'm soooooo mean!) Also don't forget to let me know what you think...Nathan, or Lucas?
Next time: Obviously the end of the cliffhanger I left you with (hehe maybe) and a trip to the nightclub leaves the girls heads spinning. And a surprise person.
I luv you guys! Thanks for the support!