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Sitting in class, right next to her former, present(?) nemesis, Brooke could not focus on class and would be as likely to say Shakespeare or corrosive substance, no matter what Bio had asked. Instead her thoughts were focused completely on her classmate turned stepsister. What is she thinking about? Could it be the incident down in the basement earlier? And why is she always licking that pen?! And what would you rather she do with her tongue, her evil mind supplied, grinning. Well, I, that is not, what I mean is, I mean, not, Brooke sputtered to her devious self. Just, she shouldn't chew that pen. No reason, the cheerleader told herself, lying through her teeth.
Suddenly she felt said pen poking her side and she turned to Sam with a frown.
"What", she whispered hotly? Because it was getting damn hot in here, and in the middle of February, what the F!
"You looked bothered by something," Sam replied nicely. "Can I help, do you wanna talk about it?" Sam had promised herself to be nice and helpful to Brooke, and it had absolutely nothing at all to do with Brooke or her own recent discovery, no how, no way. Mhm, she just wanted to score some cookie points before her birthday later in the month. Is what she told herself out loud yesterday. But her too active subconsciousness, damn it, knew otherwise.
You liiiike her, you waaaant her, her mind mocked her. Shut up, Brain! Brooke is talking and I have to listen. "I'm fine, thanks", her classmate replied with that oh so cute smile that seemed to light up the room and put a strange fire in the pit of Sam's stomach. She just nodded and turned her attention back to Bio and her eternal droning, missing the frown that appeared on the cheerleaders' pretty face. Would Sam even think about Nic that way? And why? Brooke turned her face towards her best friend and tried to see her finer, outer points. Well, she has nice, blue eyes. Plus her hair and makeup is always perfect. And she has a trained body, thanks to cheerleading, the greatest sport ever, thank you very much!
But does Sam even like those things? What if she is attracted to brunettes instead of blondes? I mean, that sentence on cheerleaders did not have to mean anything at all, and might have no relations to her actions, the floorshow that transpired less than a minute later. Right?
I have to find out, this can not keep distracting me any more.
And with that Brooke vowed to make sure Sam did not have a thing for Nicole. And how will you do that? Brooke started formulating a plan that would make sure, one way or another, that Nicole and Sam never hooked up. Purely out of the goodness of my heart, she told herself, not even hearing her subconsciousness laughing at her. I mean, Nicole would use her and throw her out, and I will not tolerate Sam being hurt, not by anyone!
The palace, the kitchen, at dinnertime.
Enjoying a nice dinner, the McHousehold all kept quiet for fear of ruining the unusual mood that seemed to have taken hold of the two teenagers.
What a nice change, the mother of the house thought while feeding the baby. The father just kept eating, his mind mostly on the business trip he would have to take the following weekend. The cheerleader ate hurriedly, her mind on the Plan, completely missing the fact that she ate much more than she usually would. The reporter meanwhile only stirred her food around the plate, completely missing the fact that it was her favourite casserole.
But she was not too busy not to notice the fact that Brooke ate twice her normal amount. What is up with her, she asked herself. First I find her giggling by herself, then she is unable to talk to me, like the whole day and now she eats way more than she would have allowed herself normally. Not that I mind, I think it's great that she eats more, but... This is Brooke and... Hm, something is up. Plus, she hasn't bugged me about the article, which is totally unlike her. Frowning, Sam looked up from her plate and started watching Brooke, wondering about this new development in the cheerleaders' attitude.
What can I do to find out about this, the reporter in her asked. Fortunately for her, Mike decided that a little smalltalk was what he needed to get his mind away from the trip;
"So, how was school, girls," he asked, smiling. The devious part of Sam saw a way for her to get a little intel out of Brooke and piped up.
"Fine, Mike. Classes were so and so, but what else is new, right," she smiled at him. Looking over at Brooke while saying the next thing, "I finished the article I have been working on for the past two weeks, which is great, it will come out in tomorrow's Zaptruder, and boy, will that shake some dust off the shelves, let me tell you!" and she could not for the life of her understand why Brooke blushed so badly! And i that wasn´t enough, the fork filled with food going into Brooke's mouth completely missed and hit her right cheek, and she also had to lose said fork into the glass of water which slowly topped over and rolling onto Sam's lap.
The brunette could do nothing but stare while the blonde bombshell flustered about, first trying to wipe the water off with a napkin, then seeing where her hands were, mainly in Sam's lap, Brooke apologised and ran out of the kitchen as if someone had set her ass on fire.
"What was that about," Jane asked worriedly, looking at her daughter. "I, mom, I have no idea, I mean, accidents happen, Brooke was clearly overreacting. I'll talk to her, see if she is all right," and with that Sam excused herself and slowly walked up the stairs, heading for the cheerleaders' room.
What the bloody hell are you going to say?
Hey, Brooke, stop overreacting, I'm fine, if a little wet, not that I haven't been that before, and you were the cause of it then too, her dirty mind supplied. Yep, as recently as today in school as a matter of fact, when I just had to take matters into my own hand so to say. Yeah, so not going to say that, she sternly told herself. Though I wonder how she would take it? No, Brooke will either laugh it away as some sort of sick joke, or else she will go crazy and...not gonna think about it. Focus, Sam! Knocking on the door, Sam steeled herself.
Brooke walked to the door, but knowing who was outside, was reluctant to open it. "What do you want," she said through the door. Sam sighed and shook her head. Brooke, we have to stop doing this to each other, she thought. "Are you okay? You left in kind of a hurry..? I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, that we were okay. Okay?"
Whatever, Sam, you do not care, nor do I want you to, Brooke thought, lying through her teeth. But she opened the door and motioned for Sam to get in while she walked to her bed and sat down. Frowning, the brunette followed her in and closed the door. What now, she worried and sat down on the chair next to the bed, waiting for Brooke to start talking. And if there was one thing that Sam was good at, besides writing a damn good piece of journalism, it was patience. Well... Not really, but it can sometimes help to lie to oneself.
Sighing, the blonde looked up and forced herself to look into those oh so adorable and trusting brown eyes in front of her. Damn, what to do... Sam sat here and tried to smile reassuringly, all the while worrying inside. Now what, what is Brooke thinking about, why is she so serious. Oh Goddess, is she mad at me? What did I do? Or did someone do something to her? I swear, they will pay so fucking much if they so much as touched one strand of her beautiful hair, Sam swore! Knowing Brooke could probably read her emotions in her face, she tried to be calm and patient.
"Sam? Are you okay?" Having lived with her soon to be stepsister (what a horrid thought really, I don't want her to be my step sister, I think I want her to be so much more. So much more than anyone else I have ever wanted) Brooke was able to read her expression and saw the anger in her face. God, is she mad at me for... You know. But I didn't mean to..you know, when I wiped her lap. Feeling her face go red, again, Brooke couldn't do much but sit there and wait for the answer.
"What are you talking about, am I okay? I came in here wanting to know if you were okay. Did someone hurt you? Was it me? I just.. I worry about you, Brooke. Did I do something to offend you or anything? I don't want us to argue anymore, I am so tired of it, plus I thought we had moved on to a new era, one of peace and prosperity." When in doubt, start joking, Sam thought to herself. I am good at joking. Goddess, I hope she is not mad at me. And why would she, I haven't done anything. That I know of.
Here we go with the joking. When in doubt, pull a joke out of the hat and make it all go away, the cheerleader thought.
"Sure, okay, we're cool, it's all good, no one hurt me or anything like that. No problemo, Sammy, we're not mad, about anything, and we're in that peaceful era that you mentioned, yep."
Deciding that a good defence was a good laugh, she smiled at the brunette. Who sat there, staring at the crazy girl on the bed.
"Oookay, cool. Good to know, Brooke," and what's with the nickname, Princess? Not that I mind, hell no, but I would like to know why. Well, just ask, her mind came up with. And with the quietness starting to almost become akward, Sam did just that. Almost involuntary. " And what's with the nicknames, Brooke? Not that I mind, I just wanted to .. I guess I was curious as to why now," eloquent as always, the reporter disgustedly told herself.
"I mean, after all these years, well, okay, only two, but you know what I mean. Right?" okay, shut up now and let her speak. Woman, you are just digging yourself further in that hole, her brain laughed at her.
Brooke looked at her. Like, really looked. Fuck, I want to tell her. I want to drown in her eyes, I want to devour those fucking fantastic lips and run my fingers through her gorgeous hair. Shit, I have fallen so hard! And now she's looking at me like that and I cannot stand it, I have to tell her, but if I do she'll ... Aaah! Shut up!
"I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from, it just, I just blurted it out I guess,"
"Brooke, it's fine, I don't mind" Sam interrupted and smiled reassuringly.
And there she goes again, being all nice and sexy like that, doesn't she know that it drives me insane?!
"Cool, cause I intend to keep calling you Sammy whenever I feel like it" Brooke replied in a haughty tone, meaning for Sam to get mad and get the hell out of this room before Brooke did something she knew she would regret, like kissing those soft lips that were just a few feet away, almost begging to be kissed. Shut up, brain!
"No problemo, Princess, I kind of like it when you call me that," the brunette replied softly and was that a flirty tone she used? Holy... Now what?
"Yes, well great, now that we have an agreement, we're good, okay."
The cheerleader stood up, at the other side of the bed cause if she went to stand next to Sam, she would not be responsible for her next actions, because Brooke could feel her hands aching to touch something, someone, someone named Sam, and if she touched her, Brooke knew, her lips would follow. And if her lips were to follow what her libido kept telling them to do, all hell would break loose! So Brooke was trying to be responsible, however hard it was. I have to get her out of this room, now!
Sam also stood up. What now? I don't want to leave, I want to keep talking. But with the kind of mood she's in right now, I might just make things worse. So. Leave. Make feet move, Mcphearson! Seeing Brooke playing nervously with her fingers, Sam slowly made her way over to the door while smiling reassuringly at the nervous wreck before her. What is up with that woman?
"Right, Princess, I'll see you later, you have a good ... Whatever you're gonna do, and we'll .. Talk later, yeah."
But I will find out what is bothering you, trust me, she swore silently while opening the door. Sending a last smile in Brooke's direction, Sam closed the door and went downstairs.
Meanwhile, Brooke flopped down to the bed again and stared at the ceiling. Gah, that could have gone a whole lot better, Blondie! Now she will definitely suspect something is up. But I can't seem to be normal around her anymore. Not since the episode. I mean, I didn't even know I had feelings for her, well, not those kinds of feelings anyway. Now I wanna be around her all the time, and my body keeps humming for her, and I can't seem to control it. What am I gonna do, she cried out silently.
Okay, lets be reasonable about this, the logical part of her pointed out. First, find out if Sammy's into girls. Gay. I mean, you have no proof whatsoever that she might be. Except for her little comment on the cheerleader before she ... not going there! Stay focused!
Yes. In control, Brooke. What was I saying again?
Sam, gay?
Right. How to find that out. We will tackle the other problems later. So, how does one go about discovering someone else's sexuality? Logic and deduction, of course. Brooke sat up and went to find her journal. Best to write this down, she said. Back in bed, she lay on her stomach, journal open and pen at the ready. Where to start...