Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own it at all.
Author's Note: My ever faithful reviewers continue to bug me, even though it's been ages since I wrote this! In fact, I haven't even been watching OTH lately (although I'll start again tonight) and have completely forgotten this episode and what I've already written. But, I aim to please, so… here it is: an update. Please note that I don't remember what I've already written, so if some details are different or I'm using a different style, that's why.
I'm seriously lacking inspiration, y'all! That's why I stopped writing in the first place. I have a pretty vague idea about what could happen, but I would love, love, LOVE, some suggestions. What do y'all want to see?
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Chapter Four: Getting Out of Nowhere
"Hey, we could use this car!" Brooke called to Peyton and Haley, who had been looking dejectedly around the vacant gas station. She stood behind an old pickup truck parked out front, smiling broadly at her discovery. She then tried to climb into the back, but slipped and fell on her butt with a thud. This only seemed to add to her amusement as she laughed and lay down on her back. "You can see the stars!" she exclaimed to no one.
"Oh yes!" Haley said and rand over to the truck. Peyton followed her, looking confused.
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The walk back to the car seemed longer than Haley had remembered. Probably due to the fact that Brooke became quite drowsy shortly after they started out, and insisted on having Haley help her back. Though she had refused to give her a piggyback (Brooke had nearly brought both of them to the ground when she suddenly tried to hop unto Haley's back), she had given in and allowed the cheerleader to walk with her while held her arm around her and supported her weight. Brooke now had one arm slung heavily over Haley's shoulder and the other wrapped around Haley's stomach in an awkward hug. Brooke now snuggled against the crook of her neck, after being chastised twice about nibbling on Haley's ear.
Haley listened idly to Brooke's tuneless humming as they walked on in otherwise silence. Though she was becoming used to the cheerleader's embarrassing advances, she was still far from comfortable. Of course she could understand how the drugs would make her act… differently, but… Then again, maybe Brooke always acted like this - it wasn't like Haley actually knew her personally; she barely even knew Peyton that well. And as much as she wished for Brooke to stop flirting with her, she wasn't looking forward to Brooke's reaction when she went back to her normal - whatever that was - self.
Her musings were interrupted when Brooke began planting a line of light kisses up the line of her jaw. Her heart skipped a beat and she stiffened, startled by the unexpected touch, especially since it was one she was so unaccustomed to. Her skin tensed under the cheerleader's lips, and in the back of her mind (way, way back) she wondered how such a soft kiss could feel so good. Though Brooke's behavior was certainly inappropriate and made Haley deeply uncomfortable, Peyton couldn't see the brunette's actions and Haley decided not to make a big deal about it. They were almost to the car anyway, and trying to persuade Brooke to quit would be futile.
At least, that's how she explained her actions, or lack thereof, to herself.
Delighted that her kisses hadn't been discouraged, Brooke (in her warped sense of logic) took this to mean that she had finally succeeded in winning Haley over and now nothing would prevent them from being together. She rewarded Haley with a series of hungry kisses along her neck, but was confused when Haley turned her head away when she headed toward her mouth. However, she was too content to be bothered by this unusual action, and instead settled her head back onto Haley's shoulder and began drawing circles over her stomach.
"You doing okay?" Peyton asked, causing Haley to jump.
"What?" she squeaked. (In retrospect, she wondered why she had been so jumpy - it wasn't as if she had been doing anything wrong.) Peyton gave her a strange look and pointed at Brooke.
"Do you want me to help her the rest of the way?" Peyton clarified. Before Haley could respond, Brooke answered for her.
"No!" she whined. "Brookie wants to help me. She loves me - don't you Brookie?" She reached up and stroked the side of Haley's face, smiling at her. Haley looked exasperatedly over at Peyton and rolled her eyes.
"I got it," Haley said with a half-hearted smile. "Hopefully it's not that much farther."
"Are you sure?" Peyton asked, eyeing Brooke. "I can do it if you want."
"No, it's alright," Haley laughed. "I'm sure you have to deal with this craziness all the time. I'm pretty sure I can put up with her for one night."
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By the time the trio made it back to the car, which was actually farther than Haley had expected, Brooke was barely still on her feet. But while Peyton filled the tank with gas, Brooke feebly tried to drag Haley into the backseat.
"Please sit with me, Brookie," Brooke pleaded, taking Haley's hand and pulling her weakly toward the back of the car. Haley stopped and looked at her wearily, and Brooke put on her best pout-y face. Haley smiled and rolled her eyes. "Fine…" The cheerleader was too cute to refuse. She looked as if she would pass out at any second, so Haley didn't think she'd be too annoying. Brooke squealed happily and clapped her hands as Haley opened the door for her and helped her inside. Haley got in next to her and closed the door, and waited for Peyton to finish filling up the gas.
Brooke made herself comfortable next to Haley, pressing herself against the other girl's body and resting her hand across her waist, which made Haley painfully aware that they were alone. Haley's breath caught in her throat when Brooke moved her face closer, breathing slowly against her neck, her voice low and guttural as she whispered in her ear.
"I want you, Haley."
Haley's entire body went rigid and she moved her head back, eyes wide with confusion and shock.
"Brooke-" she started, but was cut off when Brooke closed the distance between them kissed her. Too stunned to do anything, Haley did nothing but closed her eyes and moaned when Brooke deepened the kiss. Brooke's kiss was hungry and eager, and so filled with lust that Haley could only give in to it. An eternity seemed to pass before Brooke moved away, a smirk on her lips. Haley stared blankly, her mouth slightly parted, her thoughts swirling wildly in her head and heart racing uncontrollably in her chest. Before she could clear her mind enough to form a coherent sentence, Peyton opened the driver's door and climbed in.
"Ready to get out of here?" she asked with a smile as she started the car.
"Yes," Brooke answered definitely, without turning her eyes away from a very nervous Haley. She lingered close to Haley's face for a few more seconds before winking and pulling back and resting against her shoulder, her hand lightly caressing the girl's thigh. Haley released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and comprehend what had just happened.
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Haley found no answers on the ride home. But by the time Peyton stopped to pick up the boys, Brooke had fallen asleep against her shoulders, and Haley had begun to relax.
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