Author's Note: Hello everybody, well everybody who reads this story. I hope
you all liked Peyton bitching at Nathan and Nicki. That was so much fun to
write, I really dislike both of them. If you enjoy Nathan as an asshole,
then you might want to check out my other OTH story, In An Instant. I'm in
desperate need for reviews on that one and if you wouldn't mind reading it,
I'd be very thankful. Anyway, no that I'm done pimping my own story, on
with this one...
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It had taken a while for them to finally get a tow truck to come out and pick them up. Apparently, they don't like to come out in the rain. After the truck finally came and they convinced the driver to let them stay in their car, he didn't look like he was very friendly; they had gone to the body shop.
"You can't be serious," Brooke exclaimed as the guy told her how much it would be to replace the battery. "There is not way we can afford that."
"I'm sorry Miss," the guy said as he spit out his gum. The girls looked on in disgust. "But that is absolutely the lowest I can go." Brooke sighed, trying to think of someway they could get around this. She turned to Haley and looked at her expectantly.
"Well, go on, Hales," she said, pushing the girl forward. "Sell him your baby."
"Brooke!" Haley exclaimed, moving to stand behind her friend. The guy kept giving her weird looks and it was really starting to freak her out. Brooke rolled her eyes as Haley hid behind her, like she could protect her if the guy decided to do anything.
"Jeez," she teased. "Way to be selfish." Haley poked her in the back and Brooke giggled. "Sorry." The guy watched on with a smile on his face.
"If you two are done with the flirting," he began. Both girls turned to look at him, they had forgotten her was even there. "We can work out how I'm going to get paid." He brought a hand and ran it over his face it an effort to clean it off, but only succeed in making it greasier. Brooke smirked.
"You know if this was a really bad porn movie," Brooke began. "We'd be having a three way right about now." Haley's eyes got about three sizes bigger and she playfully pushed Brooke.
"Do not give him any ideas," she warned her. Brooke pouted at her and turned back to the guy to find a sick smile on his face.
"Okay," she said, regretting saying anything in the first place. She decided to change the subject back to the matter at hand. "So, how much is it going to be in total?"
"Well," he started. He began to calculate the total in his head. "With the tow and the service plus the actual battery... probably about fifteen hundred." Both their mouth's hung open. "Plus tip."
"I'm telling you, three way," Brooke muttered, which earned her another hit from Haley. Brooke looked back at her and gave her a sorry look. She turned back to the guy. "Look, can I talk to my friend for a moment?"
"Be my guest." He went back to looking a their car, while Brooke dragged Haley over to the corner of the shop.
"Okay," Brooke began. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Haley shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know," she answered. "I only have about five hundred from my Café savings and the three that Karen made me take before we left." She searched through her pants pockets, but she knew she had nothing since they were new.
"So that's eight," Brooke added it up.
"Good job," Haley told her sarcastically. "How much money do you have in cash?"
"Why cash?"
"Cause I really don't think this place will take daddy's credit cards." She grimaced as she remembered Brooke's story about her dad. "Sorry." Brooke waved it off.
"Don't sweat it," Brooke told her nonchalantly. She tried to remember how much money she had put in her purse. She dug through her purse. "I only have like a hundred on me."
"That's not even close," Haley muttered. "What about debit? I doubt they take that here either, but I remember seeing a bank just up the street."
"Yeah," Brooke said. "I think I have about seven hundred in there, maybe more. My Grandma might have out more money in there after my birthday." Haley smiled.
"Great," she cheered. "So we definitely have enough to pay for it. This is good." Brooke didn't return the smile. Haley frowned. "This isn't good?"
"No, it is," Brooke reassured her. "But, if we spend all the money on this, what are we supposed to use when we get to New York? Especially if we're gonna be paying for every motel."
"I guess we'll have to worry about that later," Haley said, her smile was now faded. "But we're never gonna get there if we don't get the car fixed."
"I guess..."
"Look, we'll get jobs when we get there," Haley suggested. "If we both get good jobs and we can find a small apartment that take children, then we should be fine."
"Jobs?" Brooke asked in disgust. Haley looked at her with pleading eyes and she soon gave in. "Fine. Which way was that bank?"
After the girls had paid the creepy mechanic half the money for the repairs, they walked back to their motel and slept the rest of the night. They both awoke pretty late and made it back to the body shop before noon, which was when they were supposed to pick up the car. They gave him the other half of the money, avoided some of his not so subtle advances and got out of there the soonest they could.
They were currently driving down a busy highway. They had seen more cars in two hours than they had seen almost their entire trip, which they assumed meant they were getting closer to New York Brooke was driving, while bopping along to the song that was blaring from the stereo. Haley was sunk down in her seat, pretending that she was annoyed by the music. Brooke saw Haley's foot tapping to the beat of the music.
"Hey!" she called to her over the loud music. She pointed a finger at the moving foot. Haley realized what she was pointing at and immediately stopped it. "You were tapping your foot."
"I was not."
"You totally were," Brooke argued. "I saw you." A victorious smile spread across her face. "Admit it, you like it."
"I do not!" Haley denied, trying to hide the smile she felt coming through. Brooke could see her lips starting to curl into a smile. Brooke reached over and turned the radio up.
"Come on, Hales," Brooke begged. "It's not like anyone you know is gonna see you. We're hundreds of miles away from Tree Hill. Will you just sing along?" Haley shook her head firmly. "Come on, you know you want to."
"I won't do it," she stated. "I refuse." Brooke rolled her eyes and continued to sing along to the song. Haley watched her sing along to the lyrics and had to smile at the happy look on her face. She rolled her eyes, not believing what she was about to do. "You're toxic, I'm slipping under..."
"Yes, Tutor Girl," Brooke cheered. "That's the Spears Spirit!"
"You tell anyone and I'll kill you," Haley warned, but had a hard time keeping a straight face. Brooke burst out laughing at the almost serious look on her face.
"It's not that bad, Hales," Brooke told her. "So, you like Britney Spears. That's really not that big of a deal."
"I do not like Britney Spears," Haley stated. "I like one song. ONE song. That's it." Brooke gave her a knowing smile.
"We'll see," Brooke told her. "We'll see." Haley gave her a frightened look, afraid what she might mean by that. She just happened to turn her head just as they drove past a street sign.
"Tigger, pull over," Haley ordered her. Brooke did what she was told, no questions asked. Haley got out and jogged over to the sign that had caught her eye. She ripped it off the poll it had been stapled to and walked back over to the car, reading it over. Brooke watched her very move.
"What's that?" she asked as Haley got into the car without taking her eyes off the paper. "Hales?"
"It's a talent contest," she told her, still reading it over. She looked up to fins Brooke looking at her in confusion. "There's a five thousand dollar prize."
"That's perfect," Brooke cheered. A thought popped into her mind. "Wait, unless they consider flirting a talent, we're screwed." Haley looked at the paper for a moment before looking up.
"Well," she began. She couldn't believe she was considering doing this. The only person she had ever shared this with was Nathan. She didn't know if she could go up there in front of all those people. "I can sing."
"That's perfect," Brooke smiled. She grabbed at the paper. "Where is it?" She read the sheet over. "Oh, I remember seeing a sign for this place a while back. It's not that far ahead."
"Are you sure?" Haley asked. "I mean, I don't know if I'm good enough."
"What harm can it be to try?"
"It costs two hundred to enter," Haley explained, pointing to where it said that on the flier. "We just barely have that much. What if I go up there and I blow it? Then we have no money and we're screwed." Brooke gave her a reassuring smile.
"You'll do great, Hales," Brooke told her. "I have faith in you." Haley sighed and nodded. "So we're gonna do it?"
"I guess so," Haley confirmed. "Let's go." Brooke restarted the car and pulled back on the road. This time, knowing exactly where they were going.
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I know another exciting happened in this chapter, but oh well. I hope you liked it anyway. Please, pretty please, tell me what you think of it. And please check out my other story, In An Instant, if you have time. Thanks. Peace.
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It had taken a while for them to finally get a tow truck to come out and pick them up. Apparently, they don't like to come out in the rain. After the truck finally came and they convinced the driver to let them stay in their car, he didn't look like he was very friendly; they had gone to the body shop.
"You can't be serious," Brooke exclaimed as the guy told her how much it would be to replace the battery. "There is not way we can afford that."
"I'm sorry Miss," the guy said as he spit out his gum. The girls looked on in disgust. "But that is absolutely the lowest I can go." Brooke sighed, trying to think of someway they could get around this. She turned to Haley and looked at her expectantly.
"Well, go on, Hales," she said, pushing the girl forward. "Sell him your baby."
"Brooke!" Haley exclaimed, moving to stand behind her friend. The guy kept giving her weird looks and it was really starting to freak her out. Brooke rolled her eyes as Haley hid behind her, like she could protect her if the guy decided to do anything.
"Jeez," she teased. "Way to be selfish." Haley poked her in the back and Brooke giggled. "Sorry." The guy watched on with a smile on his face.
"If you two are done with the flirting," he began. Both girls turned to look at him, they had forgotten her was even there. "We can work out how I'm going to get paid." He brought a hand and ran it over his face it an effort to clean it off, but only succeed in making it greasier. Brooke smirked.
"You know if this was a really bad porn movie," Brooke began. "We'd be having a three way right about now." Haley's eyes got about three sizes bigger and she playfully pushed Brooke.
"Do not give him any ideas," she warned her. Brooke pouted at her and turned back to the guy to find a sick smile on his face.
"Okay," she said, regretting saying anything in the first place. She decided to change the subject back to the matter at hand. "So, how much is it going to be in total?"
"Well," he started. He began to calculate the total in his head. "With the tow and the service plus the actual battery... probably about fifteen hundred." Both their mouth's hung open. "Plus tip."
"I'm telling you, three way," Brooke muttered, which earned her another hit from Haley. Brooke looked back at her and gave her a sorry look. She turned back to the guy. "Look, can I talk to my friend for a moment?"
"Be my guest." He went back to looking a their car, while Brooke dragged Haley over to the corner of the shop.
"Okay," Brooke began. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Haley shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know," she answered. "I only have about five hundred from my Café savings and the three that Karen made me take before we left." She searched through her pants pockets, but she knew she had nothing since they were new.
"So that's eight," Brooke added it up.
"Good job," Haley told her sarcastically. "How much money do you have in cash?"
"Why cash?"
"Cause I really don't think this place will take daddy's credit cards." She grimaced as she remembered Brooke's story about her dad. "Sorry." Brooke waved it off.
"Don't sweat it," Brooke told her nonchalantly. She tried to remember how much money she had put in her purse. She dug through her purse. "I only have like a hundred on me."
"That's not even close," Haley muttered. "What about debit? I doubt they take that here either, but I remember seeing a bank just up the street."
"Yeah," Brooke said. "I think I have about seven hundred in there, maybe more. My Grandma might have out more money in there after my birthday." Haley smiled.
"Great," she cheered. "So we definitely have enough to pay for it. This is good." Brooke didn't return the smile. Haley frowned. "This isn't good?"
"No, it is," Brooke reassured her. "But, if we spend all the money on this, what are we supposed to use when we get to New York? Especially if we're gonna be paying for every motel."
"I guess we'll have to worry about that later," Haley said, her smile was now faded. "But we're never gonna get there if we don't get the car fixed."
"I guess..."
"Look, we'll get jobs when we get there," Haley suggested. "If we both get good jobs and we can find a small apartment that take children, then we should be fine."
"Jobs?" Brooke asked in disgust. Haley looked at her with pleading eyes and she soon gave in. "Fine. Which way was that bank?"
After the girls had paid the creepy mechanic half the money for the repairs, they walked back to their motel and slept the rest of the night. They both awoke pretty late and made it back to the body shop before noon, which was when they were supposed to pick up the car. They gave him the other half of the money, avoided some of his not so subtle advances and got out of there the soonest they could.
They were currently driving down a busy highway. They had seen more cars in two hours than they had seen almost their entire trip, which they assumed meant they were getting closer to New York Brooke was driving, while bopping along to the song that was blaring from the stereo. Haley was sunk down in her seat, pretending that she was annoyed by the music. Brooke saw Haley's foot tapping to the beat of the music.
"Hey!" she called to her over the loud music. She pointed a finger at the moving foot. Haley realized what she was pointing at and immediately stopped it. "You were tapping your foot."
"I was not."
"You totally were," Brooke argued. "I saw you." A victorious smile spread across her face. "Admit it, you like it."
"I do not!" Haley denied, trying to hide the smile she felt coming through. Brooke could see her lips starting to curl into a smile. Brooke reached over and turned the radio up.
"Come on, Hales," Brooke begged. "It's not like anyone you know is gonna see you. We're hundreds of miles away from Tree Hill. Will you just sing along?" Haley shook her head firmly. "Come on, you know you want to."
"I won't do it," she stated. "I refuse." Brooke rolled her eyes and continued to sing along to the song. Haley watched her sing along to the lyrics and had to smile at the happy look on her face. She rolled her eyes, not believing what she was about to do. "You're toxic, I'm slipping under..."
"Yes, Tutor Girl," Brooke cheered. "That's the Spears Spirit!"
"You tell anyone and I'll kill you," Haley warned, but had a hard time keeping a straight face. Brooke burst out laughing at the almost serious look on her face.
"It's not that bad, Hales," Brooke told her. "So, you like Britney Spears. That's really not that big of a deal."
"I do not like Britney Spears," Haley stated. "I like one song. ONE song. That's it." Brooke gave her a knowing smile.
"We'll see," Brooke told her. "We'll see." Haley gave her a frightened look, afraid what she might mean by that. She just happened to turn her head just as they drove past a street sign.
"Tigger, pull over," Haley ordered her. Brooke did what she was told, no questions asked. Haley got out and jogged over to the sign that had caught her eye. She ripped it off the poll it had been stapled to and walked back over to the car, reading it over. Brooke watched her very move.
"What's that?" she asked as Haley got into the car without taking her eyes off the paper. "Hales?"
"It's a talent contest," she told her, still reading it over. She looked up to fins Brooke looking at her in confusion. "There's a five thousand dollar prize."
"That's perfect," Brooke cheered. A thought popped into her mind. "Wait, unless they consider flirting a talent, we're screwed." Haley looked at the paper for a moment before looking up.
"Well," she began. She couldn't believe she was considering doing this. The only person she had ever shared this with was Nathan. She didn't know if she could go up there in front of all those people. "I can sing."
"That's perfect," Brooke smiled. She grabbed at the paper. "Where is it?" She read the sheet over. "Oh, I remember seeing a sign for this place a while back. It's not that far ahead."
"Are you sure?" Haley asked. "I mean, I don't know if I'm good enough."
"What harm can it be to try?"
"It costs two hundred to enter," Haley explained, pointing to where it said that on the flier. "We just barely have that much. What if I go up there and I blow it? Then we have no money and we're screwed." Brooke gave her a reassuring smile.
"You'll do great, Hales," Brooke told her. "I have faith in you." Haley sighed and nodded. "So we're gonna do it?"
"I guess so," Haley confirmed. "Let's go." Brooke restarted the car and pulled back on the road. This time, knowing exactly where they were going.
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I know another exciting happened in this chapter, but oh well. I hope you liked it anyway. Please, pretty please, tell me what you think of it. And please check out my other story, In An Instant, if you have time. Thanks. Peace.