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Deathraveness: Hey, this is an Alternate Universe story, so the characters don't know each other. The girls know each other, and the boys know each other. But they haven't all really met. Yet.
Chapter 4
Tim wanted something. She knew he did. Brooke was pouting as she lay on the couch, her eyes rolling every so often.
He would probably try and rape her, but would fall and hurt himself again. Retard.
Nathan had taken Haley, to show him where the safe was, and Peyton was left behind with Brooke, scared the hell out of her mind.
Tim was also pouting, his arms crossed, he looked like a little baby.
Suddenly, he leaped onto the couch, kicking his feet onto the table, and flicking on the television. Brooke and Peyton scrunched themselves onto the oposite side of the couch.
"What," He called, grinning, "You scared of me?"
Brooke rolled her eyes, the 67th time and said, "No, you just smell really bad."
Tim's grin turned upside down, and he began to pout again.
Lucas entered the room, and looked at the three people. He almost laughed at the site. Tim was sprawled on the large couch, his feet on the coffee tabe like he owned the place, and Brooke and Peyton were hugging each other, while trying to roll into the smallest ball possible at the other end of the couch.
"Um, I'm going to go check upstairs for any extra cash. Or something." He said as he began to walk away.
Brooke's eyes widened as she jumped off the couch. "Can I come with you?"
"Me too!" Peyton yelled, getting off the couch as well.
"No!" Tim growled, standing up.
"Sure." Lucas was more in charge then Tim. With a grin, the girls followed him into wherever he was going.
Tim was still yelling by the time the girls had dissapeared with Lucas. They were happy to get away from him, yet, still a little freaked out with Lucas. He looked pretty nice, and he looked a bit quiet. Brooke's mother had always told her the quiet ones were the dangerous ones.
"This is sort of weird." Peyton mumbled to Brooke. Lucas was listening, but he kept quiet, so they wouldn't know he was.
"I know," Brooke whispered back, "They're all sort of nice, except for that jackass. And this one's a hottie."
Lucas smiled at the comment.
"Brooke! This guy could kill us. And you like him?"
Lucas frowned. He didn't like her.
"I didn't say I liked him, you dumb Blonde, I just said he was hot. He is really."
"Jesus, Brooke."
Peyton turned to see her room with Jake in it.
Hm, Nice name, She thought, No! No! Must not turn in to Brooke. Must not!
She looked at Lucas. "Would it be okay if I went in there?"
Lucas shrugged, "Go ahead."
Jake smiled as he walked around the room.
"Um, hi?" Peyton asked carefully as she entered.
"Are you aloud to be in here?" He was concerned.
"Yep. Your friend said I could be in here." She mumbled sitting by her computer.
"Oh." He returned back to looking around the room. It reminded him of when he was growing up. The room was dark, but not gothic dark. He looked through her CD's and realized the two had a lot in common. She found herself laying on her bed, tired. He sat down as well and continued his looking.
"Wow," He said holding up a Finley Quaye album. "I have spent the last two years looking everywhere for this CD."
Peyton smiled. "It's really rare. Special Edition. Only like twelve copies."
"Nice." He said putting it down.
"You can take it if you want." She said looking him up and down a little more carefully. He was pretty cute.
"What?" He looked it over. It looked really valuable, really special.
"Hey, it's what you came here to do, right?"
He frowned and dropped the CD on the nightstand before laying down on the bed once more. "No," He said shaking his head, "I came here to get a good job, make money. I came here because when I was in high school a few years ago, I got a girl pregnant, and she had our kid. She ran off, and left me, so I thought, why not take my daughter? Get a job in New York, come home with loads of money, and be happy? And look at me now," He turned towards her, a sad smile on his face, "I'm robbing some beautiful blonde girl who doesn't deserve it at all."
She smiled back. "I'm sorry."
He laughed bitterly, "For what? I should be sorry. I am sorry." He sat up. "Sorry." He mumbled before leaving the room.
"Wait!" She called, running after him.
"I have to stay with you." She said, stepping in pace with him.
"Why?"
"Because, there's no one else around. I could easily call the police or something."
"Oh, right."
Haley sat on the floor as Nathan looked through the safe. "Wow, what are you, a prostitute?"
"No!" Haley yelled, grossed out.
He looked at her from the safe, admiring her beautiful brown eyes. "Sorry. Don't mean to bother you."
"Well, that's already been done." She rolled her eyes.
"Don't think I want to be doing this."
"I'm sure you didn't." She said sarcastically.
"Why would I?"
"I don't know," Haley said, pretending to think hard, "You and your friends had nothing to do, so you decided to rob some people who wouldn't see it coming, get some free cash and never have to work again."
"There isn't that much money in here!" He retorted.
"Actually, maybe because your mind won't read the information correctly, there is about six-hundred thousand in there."
"What? What the hell are you doing with that kind of money?" He looked back into the safe. Jesus.
"Brooke's dad is Mr. Richy Rich, and he gave her the money to buy the house. Those are the leftovers."
Nathan nodded. "So why did you just tell me all that?"
"Because I felt like it. Why? Do you think I like your sorry ass or something?" She looked at him menacingly. Well, he was kind of hot.
He shrugged, looking back at the safe. "What do I know? I'm just a sorry Ass."
"Hey Patrick, Why don't we go Jellyfishing?!" Spongebob squealed.
Tim laughed, hitting his hand on his knee. "Yeah! Go Spongebob!"
As Lucas and Brooke walked past the room, neither could help but chuckle at the boy's idiotic behavior.
Soon, the two found themselves in the kitchen.
"What are you going to steal from us here?"
Lucas looked at her, a boyish smirk on his face, "Food." He replied simply.
Oh, God. What a long night it would be.
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To answer any questions:
Deathraveness: Hey, this is an Alternate Universe story, so the characters don't know each other. The girls know each other, and the boys know each other. But they haven't all really met. Yet.
Chapter 4
Tim wanted something. She knew he did. Brooke was pouting as she lay on the couch, her eyes rolling every so often.
He would probably try and rape her, but would fall and hurt himself again. Retard.
Nathan had taken Haley, to show him where the safe was, and Peyton was left behind with Brooke, scared the hell out of her mind.
Tim was also pouting, his arms crossed, he looked like a little baby.
Suddenly, he leaped onto the couch, kicking his feet onto the table, and flicking on the television. Brooke and Peyton scrunched themselves onto the oposite side of the couch.
"What," He called, grinning, "You scared of me?"
Brooke rolled her eyes, the 67th time and said, "No, you just smell really bad."
Tim's grin turned upside down, and he began to pout again.
Lucas entered the room, and looked at the three people. He almost laughed at the site. Tim was sprawled on the large couch, his feet on the coffee tabe like he owned the place, and Brooke and Peyton were hugging each other, while trying to roll into the smallest ball possible at the other end of the couch.
"Um, I'm going to go check upstairs for any extra cash. Or something." He said as he began to walk away.
Brooke's eyes widened as she jumped off the couch. "Can I come with you?"
"Me too!" Peyton yelled, getting off the couch as well.
"No!" Tim growled, standing up.
"Sure." Lucas was more in charge then Tim. With a grin, the girls followed him into wherever he was going.
Tim was still yelling by the time the girls had dissapeared with Lucas. They were happy to get away from him, yet, still a little freaked out with Lucas. He looked pretty nice, and he looked a bit quiet. Brooke's mother had always told her the quiet ones were the dangerous ones.
"This is sort of weird." Peyton mumbled to Brooke. Lucas was listening, but he kept quiet, so they wouldn't know he was.
"I know," Brooke whispered back, "They're all sort of nice, except for that jackass. And this one's a hottie."
Lucas smiled at the comment.
"Brooke! This guy could kill us. And you like him?"
Lucas frowned. He didn't like her.
"I didn't say I liked him, you dumb Blonde, I just said he was hot. He is really."
"Jesus, Brooke."
Peyton turned to see her room with Jake in it.
Hm, Nice name, She thought, No! No! Must not turn in to Brooke. Must not!
She looked at Lucas. "Would it be okay if I went in there?"
Lucas shrugged, "Go ahead."
Jake smiled as he walked around the room.
"Um, hi?" Peyton asked carefully as she entered.
"Are you aloud to be in here?" He was concerned.
"Yep. Your friend said I could be in here." She mumbled sitting by her computer.
"Oh." He returned back to looking around the room. It reminded him of when he was growing up. The room was dark, but not gothic dark. He looked through her CD's and realized the two had a lot in common. She found herself laying on her bed, tired. He sat down as well and continued his looking.
"Wow," He said holding up a Finley Quaye album. "I have spent the last two years looking everywhere for this CD."
Peyton smiled. "It's really rare. Special Edition. Only like twelve copies."
"Nice." He said putting it down.
"You can take it if you want." She said looking him up and down a little more carefully. He was pretty cute.
"What?" He looked it over. It looked really valuable, really special.
"Hey, it's what you came here to do, right?"
He frowned and dropped the CD on the nightstand before laying down on the bed once more. "No," He said shaking his head, "I came here to get a good job, make money. I came here because when I was in high school a few years ago, I got a girl pregnant, and she had our kid. She ran off, and left me, so I thought, why not take my daughter? Get a job in New York, come home with loads of money, and be happy? And look at me now," He turned towards her, a sad smile on his face, "I'm robbing some beautiful blonde girl who doesn't deserve it at all."
She smiled back. "I'm sorry."
He laughed bitterly, "For what? I should be sorry. I am sorry." He sat up. "Sorry." He mumbled before leaving the room.
"Wait!" She called, running after him.
"I have to stay with you." She said, stepping in pace with him.
"Why?"
"Because, there's no one else around. I could easily call the police or something."
"Oh, right."
Haley sat on the floor as Nathan looked through the safe. "Wow, what are you, a prostitute?"
"No!" Haley yelled, grossed out.
He looked at her from the safe, admiring her beautiful brown eyes. "Sorry. Don't mean to bother you."
"Well, that's already been done." She rolled her eyes.
"Don't think I want to be doing this."
"I'm sure you didn't." She said sarcastically.
"Why would I?"
"I don't know," Haley said, pretending to think hard, "You and your friends had nothing to do, so you decided to rob some people who wouldn't see it coming, get some free cash and never have to work again."
"There isn't that much money in here!" He retorted.
"Actually, maybe because your mind won't read the information correctly, there is about six-hundred thousand in there."
"What? What the hell are you doing with that kind of money?" He looked back into the safe. Jesus.
"Brooke's dad is Mr. Richy Rich, and he gave her the money to buy the house. Those are the leftovers."
Nathan nodded. "So why did you just tell me all that?"
"Because I felt like it. Why? Do you think I like your sorry ass or something?" She looked at him menacingly. Well, he was kind of hot.
He shrugged, looking back at the safe. "What do I know? I'm just a sorry Ass."
"Hey Patrick, Why don't we go Jellyfishing?!" Spongebob squealed.
Tim laughed, hitting his hand on his knee. "Yeah! Go Spongebob!"
As Lucas and Brooke walked past the room, neither could help but chuckle at the boy's idiotic behavior.
Soon, the two found themselves in the kitchen.
"What are you going to steal from us here?"
Lucas looked at her, a boyish smirk on his face, "Food." He replied simply.
Oh, God. What a long night it would be.
SO, What did you think? Ask questions! I will answer. Yep, that's about it. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
