Author's Note: Yes, I know. I know, okay. I'm sorry. That's all I've got. And this shiny new chapter. So enjoy. Please. And review. Thanks.
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Brooke Davis was in heaven. There was no better word that she could think of at the moment to describe what she was feeling. The feeling of hands wandering all over her body wasn't anything new to the most popular girl in school, but she couldn't remember hands ever being this gentle, this soft, and she liked it.
She would listen to the other girls on the squad talking about how much they liked the way their boyfriend's touched them, but Brooke just couldn't understand it. Boy's hands were rough, and big and hard. She liked the way that Haley touched her; her hands were smooth, and tiny and soft.
She didn't know how Haley did it, but it seemed that whenever the other girl's hands were on her, they managed to touch Brooke in all the right places. It wasn't even that Haley meant to do it, that she was trying to make Brooke feel the way she was feeling. In fact, Brooke was almost certain that Haley had no idea what kind of effect she was having over her, that it was just Haley's natural instincts that were driving her insane.
Brooke thought that might be part of the reason it made her feel so good, because she knew that Haley wasn't going to demand something of her that she would feel obligated to do. She could just be with Haley, see where things led, and enjoy it. It was something she didn't have to worry about, it just was.
Deciding to just go with the flow and enjoy the feelings coursing through her, Brooke tried her bet to completely shut off her brain. She was always over thinking things when she was with Haley like this. Either she was thinking about how messed up their relationship was, or she was thinking about how amazing Haley's touch made her feel.
It had been a week since the night in the Café, and since their make out session in the closet the following Monday, the girls had been secretly around and getting lost in each other at every chance they got. They would make out between classes, before school, after school, even during lunch. And other than one close call, nobody was the wiser.
It was 10 o'clock on a Friday, and Haley and Brooke were currently in the middle of a serious make out session on Haley's bed. Haley had been up in her room, doing her weekend's homework, when she heard a light taping at her window. She had immediately assumed that it was Lucas, but was more than pleasantly surprised to see Brooke's grinning face through the window.
"What are you doing here?" Haley asked, her voice dropping down a couple notches when she remembered that Taylor was just downstairs watching whatever movie she had rented.
"I had nothing better to do," Brooke grinning, not waiting for an invitation as she gently pushed Haley out of the way and stepped into the room. Of course, she was lying. There were plenty of things she could be doing on a Friday night. There was always a party in Tree Hill, and although the other girl had probably never gone to one nor been invited to one, she was pretty sure that Haley knew that.
"I'm sure," Haley responded, not being able to hide her smile. Brooke was right, Haley was fully aware that there were plenty of other places that Brooke could be tonight. She was the most popular girl in school, after all. That thought alone was enough to make Haley ecstatic. "Why'd you come through the window?"
"I could see your sister in the living room watching TV," she told her absently, too busy looking around Haley's room. It was cozy, and cute, and totally Haley, she decided. It was nothing like her own room, but she imagined that Haley spent more time in here than she did in her own room. "Plus, I thought the midnight window visit would be more romantic."
"It's nine," Haley pointed out. "And we make out in janitor's closets, Tigger. Not exactly what romance is made of." Haley ignored the slight tightening her chest at her admission, deciding to just brush it off and ignore it. She had accepted that she and Brooke would never be like that a while ago; there was no point in hoping.
"Forgive a girl for trying," Brooke said, grabbing something off Haley's bed and turning to her with an adoring smirk on her lips. "And who is this cutie?"
"That's Mr. Waffles," Haley pouted, reaching forward and snatching her favorite teddy bear out of the taller girl's hands and hugging him tightly. "Taylor gave him to me when I was 2."
"Aw," Brooke sighed, taking in the girl in front of her in all her adorable glory. She hadn't noticed until just then that Haley was already in her pajamas, she had glasses on and a pencil stuck in hair, presumably to hold it in place while she was writing. And she still looked absolutely gorgeous. "What were you doing before I got here?"
"Oh, um, I was just doing my homework," Haley answered self consciously, folding her arms over her chest and bringing Mr. Waffles closer to her. She closed her eyes the moment the words had left her mouth and silently cursed herself for her admission. Now she looked like the biggest nerd.
"On a Friday night?" Brooke felt horrible when she saw Haley's face fall at the question. Realizing how it must have sounded, Brooke quickly moved into action before Haley could start feeling down on herself. "I didn't know you wore glasses," she purred as she moved closer to the smaller girl.
"Only when I'm reading," was the only thing that Haley could manage to get out. Even after a week of their little arrangement, she still got completely self-conscious in front of the cheerleader. "I don't really like them." She moved to take them off, but Brooke's hand stopped her.
"Don't," she whispered, moving her body incredible close to Haley's. She licked her lips and looked down at her. "They make you look hot." Without waiting for Haley to say anything, Brooke gently unfolded Haley's arms, removed Mr. Waffles from her grip and tossed him aside. "Smart chicks are sexy."
Before Haley had time to process anything, she felt Brooke's lips on her's, the extra pressure causing her to stumble back a little bit. She didn't waste anytime though, and she quickly moved into the kiss, pressing her body fully against Brooke's and moving one hand into her hair and resting her other one on Brooke's hip.
Their tongues battled for dominance between the bites Brooke took of Haley's bottom lip. She remembered how hot Haley looked when she pouted everytime she took a gentle tug. It still surprised her everytime they kissed, just how amazing Haley was at it. She never would have thought that innocent little Tutor Girl could ever make her feel the way that she did.
"What if your sister comes up?" Brooke managed to ask when they had to break away for air. As much as she hated the idea of cutting this session short, she did not like the thought of being caught by anyone, including Taylor James. The smirk on Haley's face confused her.
"Who cares?" Haley asked in a husky voice. Haley giggled as Brooke's eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. With a quick glance towards her closed bedroom door, Haley hooked her finger through Brooke's belt loop and pulled her towards her, crashing their lips back together.
It wasn't long until the intensity of the kisses made Haley stumble back a few steps. As she did, she happened to bump into her bed, sending her crashing onto her back, and she took Brooke with her. They pulled apart for a moment to look at each other, not sure what to think of their new position. They had never made out in a position that wasn't vertical.
Deciding that they liked it, their lips collided once again.
Brooke couldn't help but smile against Haley's lips as she thought about how adorable the girl underneath her was. Even when her hair was a mess, she hardly had any makeup on, and she was clad in her Yummy Sushi pajamas, Haley was still the hottest thing Brooke had even set lips on.
Deciding to move her attention from Haley's lips, Brooke moved back to the smaller girl's neck and began to work her magic, as Haley paid the same attention to her neck. She felt a shutter run through her body when Haley hit a particularly sensitive area of her neck.
Her hands clenched the sheets underneath her as she balled up her fist at the sensation. She felt her body beginning to go limp, all but falling on top on the brunette that was beneath her and making her feel like this. She was more than ready to just explode from the simple kisses when there was a knock on the door that pulled her back to reality.
"Hay!" came Taylor's booming voice from outside of the door. Moving faster than either realized was humanly possible, Haley scrambled for her comforter and pulled it over them, quickly motioning for Brooke stay underneath it. Not surprisingly, Taylor didn't wait for her sister to invite her in as she entered the room.
"God, ever heard of knocking?" Haley hissed, shifting her body until it was in a position where she could hide Brooke properly from her sister.
"Like there's anything exciting going on up here that I need to knock for," Taylor shot back, leaving the doorway and walking further into the room, much to Haley's dismay. The brunette watched her older sister walk around the room with apprehension, scared that there would be some kind of clue lying around somewhere. "What are you doing in bed? I thought you were doing homework."
"Done," Haley answered too quickly, then rolled her eyes at her actions. "I finished it already. So I thought I'd take a little nap." Brooke had to stifle a giggle at how horrible Haley was handling the situation. It was so obviously that the other girl had never done something this bad. She was horrible at lying.
"At ten o'clock on a Friday night?" Taylor laughed, plopping herself down beside Haley on the edge of the bed. Both Haley and Brooke stiffen at the extra weight that was added to the bed, positive that they were about to be busted.
"Um, I meant, I just, bed," Haley stumbled to get out. Not being able to resist, Brooke grinned evilly, and carefully moved up the bed until her head was beside Haley's. Being extremely careful because she really didn't want to get caught, she leaned forward and began to kiss and suck Haley's neck again, smirking when she felt Haley tremble beside her. "Oh, Christ!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Taylor asked in confusion when her little sister screamed out like that. She knew that there was definitely something going on with her, but that was just completely out of left field.
"Leg cramp!" Haley immediately declared, bolting up into a sitting position, causing Brooke to stop her actions as got a face full of mattress. She again found herself trying to keep in her laughter.
"What?"
"Why don't you head back downstairs?" Haley asked quickly, completely dismissing her leg cramp story in favor of getting the blonde out of her room so she could beat the crap out of Brooke. "I'll be down in a minute to watch whatever movie you rented with you."
"Are you okay?"
"Yep," Haley forced out, trying her best to ignore the feeling of Brooke's fingers drawing lazy circles on her exposed back. Taylor noticed the glazed over look on her little sister's face.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Right as rain," Haley promised, making shoeing motions with her hands. Giving up, Taylor sent the younger girl a strange look before getting off the bed and heading towards the door. She stopped at the doorway and looked back at her little sister, who was wearing the biggest fake smile she had ever seen in her life. She shook her head.
"You are so weird." Without another word, Taylor left the room, shutting the door behind her. The moment she heard the door close, Brooke burst into fits of giggles.
"Fuck," Haley sighed, pulling the cover off of the other girl and flopping down on her back in relief. "That was way too close."
"Shit, that was funny," Brooke exclaimed, not hiding her amusement at the whole thing at all. Sure, if the tables had been turned, and it was Peyton that had almost walked in on them in her bed, she would have been shitting her pants too, but it wasn't, so she could enjoy the humor of the situation.
"You're so mean," Haley pouted, rolling her head to the side to scowl at the other girl. "I can't believe you did that. We were so almost caught."
"I'm sorry," Brooke apologized, and Haley was surprised that it almost sounded genuine. Brooke laughter slowly began to die down as she gazed at the face across from her.
This was the first time that they had ever really talked. Usually their make out sessions were in silence. There would hardly be any pleasantries, sometimes just a quick hello and then they were making out. They didn't even have to ask each other before it happened; it was just an understanding between them. They both just knew when to go where. It was easier that way. Nobody's feelings got hurt by saying the wrong thing.
"I should probably go," Brooke decided silently, realizing where her thoughts were leading her. Haley didn't say anything, just bit her lip and gave her a slight nod. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Brooke finally moved to leave. She rolled over top of Haley, dropping a quick, gentle kiss on her lips as she did, before jumping off the bed.
"Bye, Tigger," Haley finally spoke as she watched Brooke open her bedroom window. Brooke stopped in mid climb, turned back and flashed her a dimply smile.
"Later, Tutor Girl." And then she was gone, leaving Haley alone. When Haley heard the cheerleader's car peeling down the street, she knew it was safe for her to finally let the tears fall.
She felt stupid, for crying, but she did it everytime. The moment Brooke was gone; she just broke down, all of her emotions crumbling around her. She always felt so used, so worthless after a session with Brooke. It didn't stop her from going to Brooke though. She still went everytime. Because what she felt when she was with Brooke was worth went she felt after.
There were always these moments, as fleeting as they were, when they were together, that would give Haley hope. Whether it was a certain way that Brooke would look at her, or the gentle way she would kiss her, but sometimes she just got this resounding feeling of hope. She didn't know if Brooke did it on purpose or not, but those little moments of normalcy, dare she say romance, kept her coming back.
There was no doubt about it; Haley had it bad. For a reason she couldn't always place, Haley really, truly liked Brooke Davis, more than she ever thought possible sometimes. And as much as she hated to admit it, everything she felt when Brooke left her, all the horrible feelings that swelled in her heart when Brooke walked away like what they did meant nothing; it was all worth it.
If only for that little hope she got at the thought of one day being with Brooke Davis in every sense of the word. She didn't know when it would happen, or even if it ever would, but she was willing to wait. She would wait forever for Brooke.
"Haley-bub!" Taylor called out from the living room. "You coming?"
"Yeah," Haley called back. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her pajamas. Taylor may be dense sometimes, but she'd definitely be able to tell that Haley had been crying. "I'll be right down."
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"You okay, Haley-bub?" Taylor asked in amusement as she clicked off the television once the movie was over.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Haley told her, wiping her eyes for the second time that night. The sisters had just finished watching the Notebook, which happened to be the movie that Taylor had rented. "It was just a sad movie, that's all."
"While that's true," Taylor began, shifting in her seat on the couch to get closer to her little sister. "You aren't exactly one to cry at movies. Especially romance movies, like that one. In fact, if I remember correctly, you're always the one making fun of all the people that do cry."
"God, I'm not a robot, Tay," Haley insisted, cursing her sister for having the ability to forget what day of the week it was, but not stupid things like whether she cried during movies or not. "They both died. Come on! And James Garner is adorable!"
"What's going on, Hay?" Taylor could tell that something had been bugging her little sister all week. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was just something off about her. She wasn't as happy as she usually was, she didn't fool around with her as much as she used to. The blonde had wanted to ask her about it a couple of times, but she didn't feel like getting scolded.
"What are you talking about?" Haley asked, deciding it was best to play dumb. There was no way she was telling Taylor about her situation with Brooke, but what harm could it do to tell her how she was feeling without leading on about the cheerleader? She started to become uncomfortable under her older sister's gaze, knowing that she was going to be able to see right through her. "There's nothing going on."
"You've been acting weird all week," Taylor pressed on. She moved down the couch until she was sitting right beside Haley and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling Haley's head onto her shoulder. "I know you, Helley. There's somethings going on in that pretty little head of yours. As your big sister, I wanna know what's wrong."
"It's nothing," Haley protested again, but it was significantly weaker than the one before it. She loved her sister more than anything for being so concerned about her, but she really didn't want to talk about it. She lifted her head off Taylor's shoulder to give her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "I promise."
"You're lying," Taylor announced, no longer having any desire to dance around the issue. She was convinced now more than ever that something was wrong with Haley, and she just wished the younger girl would tell her what was wrong so she could make it better. "You're crying, and it's not the first time this week, either. I heard you crying in your room the other night. I just want to know what's wrong, baby. I just wanna help you."
"It's nothing you can help with," Haley told her, finding it incredibly hard to fight the urge to spill everything to Taylor. She knew that if anyone would understand what she was going through, what she was feeling, it would be Taylor, but she was too scared. Even though she couldn't imagine Taylor judging her for the decisions that she's made, the risk was too much. Her relationship with her sister was the most important thing to her, and she could never risk losing it.
"So there is something wrong?" the blonde asked carefully. She watched as Haley silently debated with herself before she let out a sigh and rested her head against Taylor's shoulder again.
"There is," she admitted in a tiny voice. "But I don't want to talk about it."
"Are you sure?" It killed Taylor to know that there was something wrong with her baby sister, but there was nothing she could do about it. She wished that Haley would trust her enough to tell her about whatever it was, but she knew there was nothing she could do to make her.
"I'm sure," Haley said, nodding slightly. She felt bad about not telling her sister, knowing that it would probably hurt her feelings, but she just wasn't ready, especially considering her relationship with Brooke, if she could even call it that, was so up in limbo. "Thanks for being here though. Believe it or not, it does actually help."
"I'll always be here, baby," Taylor promised her, dropping a kiss on her head and wrapping her other arm around Haley's smaller body. "I'll always love you, no matter what. I would hope that you know that by now."
"I do," Haley assured her, letting her body relax in Taylor's arms. The blonde's words didn't do much to comfort her; they only made her feel worse actually. She felt horrible that she was even having doubts about whether Taylor would accept her for who she really was, for who she was always thinking about.
Not being able to hold them in any longer, silent tears of frustration began to fall down Haley's cheeks. She didn't know what the hell she was doing, or when her life started to get so complicated. Wait, she knew the answer to that second one; the night in the Café. She hated the person that she was becoming; she was letting Brooke string her along, she was crying over someone that didn't love her and she was lying to the one person she knew that she could always count on.
She was becoming one of those girls, one of those girls that she had always made fun of. She was becoming on of those girls in those romantic movies that she absolutely despised, the ones that were so wrapped up in whichever boy decided to look their way. She was one of those girls now. And she hated it.
She guessed that's what love did to people.
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"Hay? Haley-bub, come on," Taylor whispered, hoping to get Haley to wake up. She attempted to get off the couch, and sighed when she realized that she couldn't move. She relaxed against the back of the couch and glanced at the clock, frowning when she saw that it was already eleven.
The night before had been rough. It didn't take long for Haley's tears to turn into sobs, and it was almost a half an hour before Taylor could get her to calm down. It took everything Taylor had not to demand what was wrong with Haley so she could fix it right then and there, but she knew it would have done absolutely no good and would have only pushed her sister further away from her.
So after Haley had finally fallen into a fitful slumber, Taylor had stayed up for a bit longer to make sure that Haley was really out for the night. When the younger girl didn't wake up again, Taylor finally let herself fall into a light sleep as well.
The blonde was more than surprised to find herself waking up so late in the morning, still tangled up on the couch with her little sister tucked tightly in her arms. She thought about just letting Haley sleep some more, knowing she could probably use it considering she hadn't been getting much all week. Taylor immediately scratched the idea when she remembered that Haley had a shift at the Café starting at noon.
"Helley?" Taylor tried again, sighing when it didn't work. She shook Haley lightly, hoping the sudden movement would wake her sister. She smirked slightly when she saw Haley's eyes starting to flutter open. "Morning, sleepy head."
"Boo," Haley moaned, shutting her eyes tightly and snuggling further against her sister. It took a moment for the previous night's events to come rushing back to her. She remembered how sweet Brooke was being and almost getting caught by Taylor. She remembered crying during the Notebook when she thought about how much she wished her and Brooke could be in love like that and she remembered completely breaking down in front of Taylor and admitting that there was something wrong. Today was not going to be good. "I don't wanna get up."
"Too bad, you have to," Taylor told her. She attempted to move again, hoping that Haley would let her up now that she was awake, but it didn't look like that was happening as Haley just clung to her tighter. "No, Helley, come on. Baby, you have a shift at noon, remember? It's already eleven."
"Shit," Haley mumbled. Forgetting all about the drama that was last night and her life in general, Haley pushed herself out of Taylor's arms and quickly ran towards the stairs, taking two at time. Taylor watched after her sister with an amused grin. Shaking her head, she got off the couch and made her way towards the kitchen to get breakfast ready.
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"This is slave labor, you know?" Theresa complained, throwing her pom pom down on the ground in protest and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Stop being a drama queen, Theresa," Brooke snapped at her, turning around and taking a chug from her water bottle before tossing it back into her bag. "We sucked at the game the other night, and unlike some of you, I refuse to suck."
"That's not what I heard," Theresa mumbled under her breath, which earned her a few snickers from the cheerleaders that were close enough to hear her reply. Brooke whipped around and glared at her, silently daring her to say it again.
"Come on, Brookie," Peyton tried, stepping forward before Brooke and Theresa could get into yet again. She hated how the two of them always had to turn practice into a war zone and she was sick of always having to play mediator. "She's got a point, you're being a little hard."
"We didn't have practice yesterday after school like we were supposed to," Brooke told her, not surprised that she felt the need to interfere. She sent another glare at Theresa, who just scoffed, and pulled Peyton away from the other girls to talk. "Why do you always have to take their side?"
"Because I'm on of them," Peyton laughed, bumping her hip with Brooke. "When you get crazy and start screaming at everyone, basically just turn into a bitch, I'm in your line of fire too, so, yeah, I agree with Theresa. Lighten up, dude."
"Get tougher, dude," Brooke snapped at her, rolling her eyes at the blonde in front of her. It was like they thought she enjoyed because at school on a Saturday. She didn't. And if they got their act together, none of them would have to be there. They could all be out skanking it up, Peyton could be at home listening to her emo music, and she could be with Haley. "I'm not enjoying this either, but if you don't wanna suck, then we have to practice."
"I don't want to suck," Peyton agreed, earning a smirk from Brooke. "But I'm also extremely hungry, and I think you could at least feed the troops." Brooke looked at Peyton for a moment, and then looked at the rest of squad, who were all sitting down and trying to sleep in the few moments of peace that they were given. Brooke looked back up at Peyton and rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh.
"Fine, lunch is on me," she agreed, causing Peyton to smile. Brooke grumbled and rolled her eyes and Peyton went over to inform the squad of her success. Not having the energy to deal with them, she sighed and flopped down on the nearest bench and watched them sigh in relief at the news of being feed. Moments later, Peyton came strolling back over to her while the rest of the girls started gathering their stuff. "I take it they were happy?"
"Extremely," Peyton smirked. She rolled her eyes at her best friend's scowl and grabbed her arm, pulling the shorter girl to her feet. "Come on, let's go. Hopefully we'll beat the lunch rush."
"Where are we going?" Brooke asked, not putting up a fight when she was being dragged down the sidewalk. Once the rest of the squad was caught up to them, Peyton freed Brooke's arm, and linked her arm with her's instead. After Peyton didn't answer her right away, Brooke pulled her arm from the blonde's. "Peyton, where are we going?"
"Jeez, calm down," Peyton laughed, flashing her a reassuring smile. "We're just going to the Café. Karen makes the best food, like ever. And it's cheap."
"The Café?" Brooke choked out, stopping in her tracks at the words. They were going to the Café? She hadn't been there since that night, and she didn't plan on going there anytime soon. Especially if Haley was working.
"Yeah, Haley's working today," Peyton informed her, grabbing her arm and dragging her down the sidewalk again. "She always lets me use her discount and she'll serve us first, so it won't take long."
"Haley?" This was not good. As much as her heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Haley, she didn't think it was the best idea to be seeing her with the entire squad around.
"Yes, Haley," Peyton nodded. "You know her, right? Short, adorable, brown hair, smarty pants? My other best friend?" Peyton laughed at the blank look on Brooke's face. "I know you're not her biggest fan, but she's great, and I think if you just got over yourself and gave her a chance, you love her too."
"I doubt it," was all Brooke could say, sending Peyton a tight smile. Peyton just laughed.
"Whatever. Just be nice." That wasn't going to be a problem.
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"Check out the hottie working the counter," Peyton catcalled as she walked into the half empty Café, the squad a little bit behind her. Haley turned around at her friend's voice and flashed her a smile, nodding towards the table in the corner of the Café. Peyton waved and headed towards the table Haley had indicated, as the brunette went back to work.
Brooke followed behind the rest of the cheerleaders, her hands shoved in the pockets of her sweatpants and her head down. Once everyone was seated around the table, Brooke plopped down in the chair beside Peyton, and continued to brood, ignoring the conversation that was going on around her.
Haley smiled at the elderly couple as she handed them their change and told them to have a nice day. She wiped her hands on the front of her apron before grabbing her ordering pad and moving around the counter to head over to her friend's table. She stopped short when she noticed that the entire cheerleading squad from Tree Hill High was with the blonde, including Brooke.
Haley closed her eyes for a moment to gather her strength, knowing that she was going to need it. Just the fact that the whole squad was there was bad enough, but she was going to have talk to Brooke as well, and with everything that happened after the other girl left last night, she wasn't sure how well she was going to be able to handle this all. Deciding it was now or never, Haley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and made her way over to the table.
"Welcome to Karen's Café," she began, her eyes glancing between the pad of paper in her hand and Peyton, too afraid to look anywhere else. "I'll be your waitress this afternoon, my name is Hal…"
"Hey, everybody," Theresa interrupted her, a fake smile plastered on her fake face. "It's Tutor Girl." The squad, minus two of them, laughed. "Everybody say hello to little Tutor Girl."
"Hi, Tutor Girl," the girls chorused like the little minions that they were, and then burst into giggles at the look on Haley's face. Brooke shifted uncomfortably in her seat, biting her lip to keep from saying something. She risked a glance up at Haley, and felt horrible for not saying anything.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Peyton snapped at them, shaking her head at her own stupidity. She should have known that Theresa was going to start something with Haley. Theresa rolled her eyes at the blonde's attitude, used to being told to leave Haley alone. The rest of the squad quieted down as well, without the attitude. "Sorry, Hales."
"It's okay," she spoke, risking a glance at the other girls at the table, but still not being able to look at Brooke. She cleared her throat. "So, um, what can I get everyone?" She went around the table, writing down everyone's order, until she got to Brooke, who wasn't paying attention. "And what will you have, Tigger?"
"Huh?" Brooke's head snapped up at her nickname, surprised that Haley would call her that in front of everyone. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, and was relieved to see that they were all too busy talking. "Oh, um, I'll just have a burger and fries."
"Okay, I'll be back with your drinks in a couple of minutes." Without anyone glance at the girls, Haley turned on her heals and hurried back to the counter. She could feel Brooke's eyes on her the whole time she walked, and couldn't help but smile slightly at that thought.
Brooke watched Haley's hips sway as she walked away from the table and found it incredible hard not to go after her. She was lucky at school, because they only had one class together, so she didn't have to deal with how out of control her raging hormones got when Haley was in sight. She watched as Haley passed the cook her orders and moved towards the back room, throwing her a wink over her shoulder as she pushed the door open and walked through.
"You okay?" Peyton asked Brooke, elbowing her lightly in the shoulder when she noticed that Brooke was staring off into space. The brunette jumped at the sudden question, turning to her friend with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'm good," she told her. "I'm just gonna head to washroom, kay?"
"Kay, it's just behind that door…" Peyton started, but Brooke was already at her feet and headed towards the back room.
"I know," she quickly threw over her shoulder. Hoping that she wasn't being too obvious, but not really caring too much at the moment to be honest, Brooke sped up her pace and pushed open the door to the back room.
Before she could say anything, she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards into a body she knew better than anyone's. Letting out a mute shriek of joy, Brooke turned herself around so she was face to face with the other girl.
"Took you long enough," Haley told her, smirking against Brooke's lips as they meet in a heated kiss. Brooke laughed at her words and muttered an apology before bringing their lips crashing back together again.
All the pain and the angst and the tears from the night before seemed to leave Haley's body entirely when she was kissing Brooke, though she knew it would all come back as soon as the girl left. That didn't matter to her though, all that matter to her in that moment was how good Brooke felt against, how right everything felt when they were together. She had said before that all the pain she went through was worth it. And she meant it.
Every tear she shed was worth a kiss from Brooke.
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I know that it's nothing to exciting, but I promise it'll pick up soon, probably. Hope you liked it and please review.