a/n: ok major thanks is due to Amanda who emailed me about this story and therefore prompted to put it up, I hope that this is what you've been looking for somewhat ). I've been having some writers block with this story but I almost have the next chapter done….so I'll try to finish that soon. As always r&r! -nic
Ch 3- Time for a Change
"Gordo, I'm telling you-it's her!"
"Who?" he asked bewildered.
"Brooke."
That name hit Gordo like a bullet. He only knew one person with that name…
"Gordo? Are you still there?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "How…when…"
"My son's dating her believe it or not," Matt said with a chuckle.
"Wait a minute. I haven't talked to you in like three years. All the sudden you call me saying that you found my illegitimate child?"
"I know it seems shady but-"
"Seems? What the hell did she do? Just show up at your house?" he asked unbelievingly.
"Actually-that's exactly what happened," Matt said softly.
"Fuck you, ok McGuire. You call me today of all days and throw this fabricated shit in my face? Fuck you," he said as he hung up.
Matt sighed and leaned against the counter. Miranda and his wife looked at him expectantly.
"Well?"
"Just forget it ok? He thinks I'm bullshitting him. Brooke turned out to be just fine," he said as he walked away.
"No," Miranda said stepping up.
Matt turned back around to face the girl that was practically his sister.
"Brooke may be fine, but she deserves to now her real father."
"Alright fine. What if she doesn't want to see him?"
"She doesn't have to! But she deserves to know. Matt, that's Lizzie's daughter, she's your niece!"
"I know Miranda, but am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. But sit on this for me Matthew; your son is going out with his cousin and making out her."
"You know, she does have a point," Melina said after that.
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"What do you think of blondes" Brooke asked later on that night as she flipped through a magazine.
"Huh?" Adam returned, tearing his gaze away from the TV.
"Blondes. What do you think?"
"Of them or you as one?"
"Both," she said decisively.
He thought for a second. "In general they're ok. I mean loud and obnoxious, but that's only some of them. As for you…" he squinted his eyes. "I dunno. I mean you might look good…why?"
"I was thinking about it," she answered.
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. "I think you look great as you are."
She kissed him back. "You have to say that."
"Eh…true true…"
She swatted at him laughing as her mom walked in.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, Adam's being a jerk!" she said jokingly.
He kissed her and shrugged his shoulders good naturedly. Her mother fidgeted around a little, not wanting to see them kissing.
"Umm, Adam. It's getting kind of late, why don't you head on home?" she spoke up.
The two teenagers looked at each other and he slowly got up. "Oh…ok. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Mrs. DeWitt," he said walking out.
"Mom! What was that!"
"Nothing! It's just getting kind of late."
"It's 10. you don't even consider going to bed until like 1."
The older women just sighed as she sat down next to her daughter. "I just…don't know if it's such a good idea-"
"You don't like him. I knew it!" Brooke said standing up.
"No! Adam's great! It's just…I don't think…he's right for you," her mother replied choosing her words carefully.
"Why not? Tell me why mom!" Brooke yelled getting upset.
Mrs. DeWitt got up and started to walk out of the room. "I'm not doing this right now."
"Why not Mom? You already told me he's not good enough, why not keep going!"
Her mother ignored that comment and kept on moving.
"UGH!" he daughter yelled as she stomped up the stairs. As soon as she heard the door slam, Rachel DeWitt collapsed at the kitchen table and just cried.
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"Tell me again why you're doing this?" Hailey asked the next day as Brooke held out different boxes of hair color for comparison.
"For a change. Plus my mom's pissing me off. Now pick one!"
The redhead sighed and picked a honey gold color and handed it to the teenager.
"Let's go, I wanna be done by the time he comes to pick me up!" Brooke urged.
"What time is that?"
The soon to be blonde looked at her watch. "Two hours, now let's move."
Two hours later Brooke stood uncertainly in front of her mirror, fingering her new golden tresses. Hailey had left a half hour before but insisted that she looked hot. The door bell rang and she sighed, a little nervous. This would be the test.
"Wow," Adam stood speechless as he looked at his girlfriend in the doorway.
"What?" she shifted uncomfortable.
"Nothing! You just look so….damn," he muttered the last part, his eyes never leaving her.
"Was that a good damn or a bad damn?"
"I'll have to keep all the guys away with a stick!" he exclaimed as he kissed her.
Her face broke out in a grin and she exited the house.
"So where exactly are we going?" she asked.
"Music shop in town a little ways. They're supposed to have the new Rob Thomas CD early somehow."
She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and settled in for the half hour drive.