Author's Note - Hi there, I'm sorry about the whole lack of the updates, I have no excuse, though writer's block has played it's hand in a more than a few times. But thanks for sticking with me, and I hope everyone who has been reading this, is still enjoying it. I am going somewhere with it, that much I know. It's the getting there that's the hard part.
Also the Author of Who Would Have Thought, wants me to let you guys know, that she hasn't forgotten about that story and there will be an update soon.
Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you all think about it.
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Chapter 12 - The Wackiness Sure is Your Thing When We Talk.
Nathan Scott. Nathan Scott? That name was driving her crazy, she knew him, she just didn't know how she knew him, if that made any sense. Taylor tried her best, to remember how she knew that name, but all she had came up with was nothing. Maybe if she saw a picture of him, it would trigger something in her. She just couldn't believe that he had the balls to actually try and hurt her sister. When she got her hands on him, there really was no telling what she'd do to him. Out of all of her siblings, Haley was the only one she got along with, the others were to busy with their own lives to check in with her. She loved Haley to death, and if anyone hurt her, they might as well have hurt her to and that was not a good thing to do.
Sighing she slumped down onto her bed, trying to think of something else, but ever since Brooke had let her know what had happen today at school, it was on a constant rerun inside her head and she hated it.
"I wanna hurt him so bad." she whispered into the silent room.
"Would that be the, infamous Nathan Scott?" a second voice asked, as it floated throughout the room.
"Peyton," Taylor stated, seeing her friend slouching against the door frame to her bedroom. "What are you doing here?"
"Door was open," Peyton began casually. "Well, no it wasn't, but no one was answering so, I let myself in."
"My casa, is your casa." Taylor told her with a friendly smile.
"Woo hoo, I've wormed my way into yet another unsuspecting family. Damn, am I good, or am I good?" Peyton gloated with a laugh.
"What can I say, you've grew on me. I couldn't kick out you now, out even if I wanted to." Taylor explained with her own laugh.
"Aww, I feel so loved."
"Who knew I'd actually befriend a cheerleader, a blonde cheerleader at that. I swear, I thought it was out of the realm of possibility."
"I'm not your average cheerleader. I have powers you haven't even seen yet." Peyton explained mysteriously.
"Well, damn, now I'm intrigued. You've intrigued me Peyton, not many people have managed to pull off that feat. I must give you my respect." Taylor told, with mock awe, towards Peyton.
"But if you give me your respect, then you won't have any of your own respect left, then i'll fell bad that you don't have any of your own respect, which is my fault, so therefore, I'll have to give you my respect, and then we'll each have, each others respect. And you know what that means? We'll be each other! You'll be me and I'll be you!" Peyton babbled going off in a tangent.
"Dude," Taylor breathed out, her ears were starting to hurt after that mouthful. "You sure do know how to babble! I swear if you ever give up the rock chick persona then you'll surely have the makings of a perky blonde." Taylor informed her with a smirk.
"It only happens when I'm around certain people. I find, otherwise I have nothing to say and I'd rather not be on the receiving end of an uncomfortable silence. It just doesn't become me." Peyton retorted, causing Taylor to snort.
"Like we've ever had an uncomfortable silence between us. I can never get you to shut up for one thing."
"That is true." Peyton replied with a goofy smile, while pushing herself off of the door frame she was leaning on, and walking over to where Taylor lay on her bed, then falling down next to her. "So tell me, was it Nathan Scott that you wanted to hurt so bad?"
"You heard that?"
"Well, you see, I have these things called ears, and they pick up vibrations in the air and transfer them into words. I know crazy concept right? Anyway you spoke these words and my fabulous things that have been named ears, picked up these words spoken by you, so to answer your question, yes I did, I did hear what you said." Peyton answered, only succeeding in confusing Taylor even more.
"You're gonna drive me mad today, aren't you?" Taylor questioned gravely, almost dreading the day ahead. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning, talk like Peyton's talk should be kept for times well after twelve, where people were prepared for the insanity coming out of her mouth, and had enough coffee in them so they could keep up with her.
"I wouldn't be me if I wasn't driving you mad at any minute throughout the day." Peyton answered simply.
"Yes, it was him, I just can't believe he actually had the audacity to try something at school, what is he crazy?" Taylor wondered.
"Well, the votes are in and it has been determined that yes, yes he is. He's as crazy as a teenybopper at a Backstreet Boys concert, or as crazy as a crazy Pokemon loving, card collector, who just found out that his prized card worth $100,000 has been washed by his mother, because he accidentally left it in his jeans pocket." Peyton concluded.
"That's a lot of crazy."
"Oh I know, I've witnessed them both first hand, and they are not a pretty sight. Not at all. Not one bit. Not even a tiny little smidgen. It was disastrous. Devastating in the end."
"Like this conversation?"
"Yeah, I was heading towards that." Peyton mused.
"You know what we need to do Peyton?" Taylor suddenly asked. "We need to take Haley's mind off of what happened with Nathan." she continued, answering her own question, before Peyton even had the chance to open her mouth to answer the actual question, that was directed at her.
"You know what Tay, out of all your idea's that is one of your best. I mean, I know sometimes yeah, your idea's suck, but I do believe you have just redeemed yourself from a whole lot of previous suckage!" Peyton let her know happily.
"Suckage?" Taylor wondered, she knew she shouldn't ask questions like this and just follow what Peyton said, but sometimes Peyton's way with words just boggled her mind and she had to question it. She knew she'd hate to play scrabble with the girl, who knew what she would come up with then, she dreaded to think.
"I don't know," Peyton exclaimed. "My mouth opens and words come out, I don't exactly think of what I say before it comes out. I need a filter, but they cost to much and well, the operation sounds scary. So I'll just leave this little explanation at; my mouth runs away from me and before I can actually think of what to say, the words are already out there."
"Ah, all has become clear!" Taylor stated, sniggering at the image her mind was conjuring up, with Peyton chasing after her runaway mouth.
"Shut up!" Peyton told her, swatting her on the arm. "So what pray tell, is your ingenious plan?"
"Well, I was thinking; move up the plan. It makes sense right? I mean it's only a day earlier, and Monday's are pretty quiet. I think. Why not have the dinner tonight?" Taylor reasoned, it made sense to her, and if it made sense to her, then it had to make sense to Peyton.
"I like your way of thinking!" Peyton exclaimed, jumping up on the bed, only to cross her legs indian style, and lean into Taylor, like they were going to come up with some sort of master plan. Which, when they both came to think about it, they sorta were, seeing as they were trying to get there sister/best friend, with there other friend/best friend. It was a complicated masterful plan, that had to go off without a hitch.
"Ok, you book the table and I'll let them know the plan ok?" Taylor questioned.
"Why can't you book the table and I'll tell them about it?" Peyton wondered.
"Why? Do you want to do it like that, cause we can, if you want that is, or we can stick to the original plan."
"We'll stick to the original plan, I was just testing to see if you were some sorta control freak, that had to have everything going your way."
"You're insufferable." Taylor told her with a sigh.
"But you love me right?" Peyton questioned, that sounded more like a statement.
"Sadly yes I do, like I said before, you've gone and grew on me like mould on bread, and no matter how hard you try to get rid of it, it comes back. So after a while you just get used to it, it's there and if it was gone, you'd miss it."
"Gee, thanks, I'm like mould to you; I've always wanted to be compared to mould." Peyton retorted sarcastically. "Now I can score that off of my list. Number 13; get compared to mould - accomplished."
"Number 13? You number 13 was to get compared to mould? Jeez Peyton, I think we need to sign you into an insane asylum."
"Only if you were my roommate, you know I can't go long without my dose of Tay for a day." Peyton told her sweetly. "Heh, that rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it."
"That's old Pey, so, so old, that it makes Albert Einstein look like he's in his prime."
"I always wondered about Einstein and his crazy hairdo, yanno for such a genius, he sure wasn't up on his personal hygiene was he?"
"How do you do it Peyton? Seriously, how?" Taylor wondered truly stumped.
"Do what?"
"Make me have a conversation that has about fifty different subjects going on in it."
"I believe it was only three, four or five subjects, but nevertheless, need I remind you that I have powers you have yet to see. You've just witnessed one of the many." Peyton exclaimed, jumping up off of the bed and clasping her hands together. "I'm gonna go do my thing, you go do yours." she said, turning around with a smile and walking out of the room.
"And the insanity ends." Taylor breathed out.
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"So we all had a little to much to drink that night, and Peyton thought it's be an amazingly, good idea to get her dad's spray paint out of the garage, take it to school and write, 'Tree Hill High's, Cheerleaders rock ass!' not original and pretty much putting us in the firing line, and well, me and the rest of the cheerleaders thought this was just a great idea. Bare in mind, we're no exactly sober enough to be thinking straight. So off we go to complete our amazingly, great plan. Anyway we finish up our spraying, I don't remember anyone else's, but mines was quiet artful, I was proud. We take a step back and the laughter just pours out of us, you see instead of writing, 'Tree Hill High's, Cheerleaders rock ass!' we had somehow managed to write, 'Tree Hill High's, Cheerleaders asses rock!' The next thing we know, is the night security guy, had caught us and we had to scrub it all off and we had detention for a week." Brooke finished, telling Haley her adventure with a drunken Peyton and the rest of the cheerleading squad.
"Oh my God, I remember that rumour going about. I didn't believe it, but it was true!" Haley bellowed with a laugh.
"Yes, it was true, my fingers hurt like a bitch afterwards, I'd never felt agony like it before in my life."
"Aww, there, there baby, it's all over now." Haley said, reaching for Brooke's hand, bringing it up to her mouth and kissing her fingers softly. "Is that better?"
"Well, every now and then, the pain just flares back up, without any warning, and you can't forget about the other hand, that hurts to."
"Ah, how stupid of me, I can't believe I forgot the other hand as well."
"We're all a little forgetful sometimes," Brooke reasoned. "But baby, as much as I'm enjoying your attention, to my hands no less, I'm pretty sure my lips are feeling neglected."
"Heaven forbid!" Haley remarked with a slight smile, before dropping Brooke's hands and leaning up and joining both of there lips together.
"Why didn't we do this so much sooner?" Brooke wondered, when they pulled apart minutes later.
"We were crazy misguided fools?"
"That sounds about right."
"Let's never be crazy misguided fools again, ok? I'd miss my Brooke kissage too much."
"Oh and I wouldn't miss my Haley kissage?"
"Well, you might not." Haley reasoned.
"Oh I would. It's hard to get through a minute without Haley kissage, I need my Haley kissage. Haley kissage is of the ultimate goodness."
"Brooke you're weird." Haley pointed out.
"Yeah I know," Brooke told her, with a smile, reaching up slightly and kissing Haley once again. She was enjoy her current role as Haley's life size pillow, there was no one other than Haley, that she would want to be laying on top of her, smiling down at her, with that Haley-esque smile that she loved. "Would you do something for me?"
"Anything."
"Sing for me?" Brooke questioned.
"Anything, but that." Haley answered, leaning down and resting her head on Brooke's chest.
"Please? You said you would, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. I just hoped that you wouldn't." Haley replied.
"You sounded amazing Haley. You have nothing to worry about baby, it's not like I'm going to laugh in your face, saying that you were awful, because I know you won't be."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know you Haley, and I heard you singing the end of that song, I know you'll be great." Brooke told her.
"You really want to hear me sing, huh?"
"More than I want the new Gucci shoe's that are out this summer."
"That much?"
"That much Roo, please? For me?"
"Fine." Haley relented, pushing herself up and off of Brooke and her bed. "Now?"
"Yeah, now!" Brooke replied happily.
"The things I do for you, Brooke Davis."
"The things you're gonna do for me, Haley James." Brooke retorted with a devilish smirk, causing Haley to blush slightly.
"Let's get this over with." Haley stated with a sigh, pulling her keyboard out a little, and then sitting behind it, her hands hovering over the keys.
"I know you'll be great." Brooke told her confidently.
Haley sighed again, it wasn't so much so, that she didn't want to play for Brooke, she was just nervous, utterly and completely nervous. She had never played in front of anyone. She was fairly certain that she sounded ok, but what if she made a fool of herself and didn't actually sound ok, what if she sounded bad? That would suck, especially if she sounded bad in front of Brooke. Shaking her hands, seemed to shake away all her nerves though, and she let out a long breath and began to play. Her fingers ran across the keys like an expert knowing when and where to touch.
Then she sang, and Brooke listened as the words floated through the air, making her shiver in delight as Haley's voice took on a sultry sound as her voice grew and flourished. She watched as Haley's eyes closed; like she was singing for no one but herself, letting herself go and letting her voice take control. A voice which Brooke thought was amazingly, breathtaking and powerful, and that she was certain that you could only hear on tv. But Haley wasn't on tv and she wasn't just some person she was listening to on the radio, no Haley was right in front of her, behind her keyboard singing, with a voice that Brooke silently dubbed 'angelic', something she hadn't heard in a long time. She had no idea that Haley would blow her away, figuratively speaking, with her performance. Sure she knew that she was good, but it was surprising that she had this much talent and that no one knew about it.
Minutes later, Haley's voice quietened and drew to a close.
Opening her eyes once she was done, Haley looked at Brooke questionably. "Well?"
"Wow," was Brooke's simple answer, she was speechless otherwise, which was a rare occurrence.
"Really?" Haley wondered, suddenly shy.
"Really, really Haley! You were great. On a scale of one to ten on greatness, you were an eleven." Brooke gushed standing up and walking over to where Haley sat. Taking her hand in her own, Brooke pulled Haley up and into her. "You were fantastic. My girl can sing, and I got the scoop first." Brooke remarked, causing Haley to laugh. "I hope you know that, that wasn't the last time you were gonna sing for me, there has to be so many repeat performances to that."
"Well, seeing as you're so bossy, I guess that there's going to be more."
"I'm not bossy. Sexy," Brooke began, kissing Haley as she named her qualities. "Sweet," another kiss. "Magnificent yeah," followed by another. "But not bossy."
"Well, I can't disagree there," Haley whispered, leaning in and kissing Brooke yet again, she found Brooke kissage to be addictive, and she wasn't planning on stopping her addiction anytime soon. "I have much more of your qualities to list, but if I did, and kissed you after everyone, well it'd just take to damn long. So why don't we just skip to the whole kissing bit?"
"Sounds good to me," Brooke answered with a giggle, leaning in and capturing Haley's mouth with her own. For the life of her, she knew she'd never get tired of doing this, not in the slightest, it was her new favourite thing, except it wasn't exactly new anymore, but it was still her favourite thing.
Haley nipped at Brooke's lower lip, pulling on it, causing Brooke to grunt, and moan. 'Mmmh, if that gets that reaction everytime, I'm really going to have to do that so much more often.' Haley thought mischievously. Moving her hand up Brooke's back, Haley lost it in her hair, as she pulled Brooke closer to her. Space between them was a bad thing she concluded, she never wanted anything between Brooke and herself, just their bodies touching. Stumbling forward, Haley moved Brooke backwards, tripping slightly every now and then, when their feet tangled, until the back of Brooke's legs hit Haley's bed and then they were falling.
Brooke liked the sensation Haley's lips were causing, her mind was as usual when she was around Haley, cloudy at best. She liked the sensations even better, when she reached the bed and they both fell, because when landing, Haley always fell into her all that bit more and that was her fleeting taste of heaven for that day. Reaching out with her hand, Brooke ran it down Haley's back until it reached her ass. Brooke would never admit it to anyone, but she was an ass girl. Before she and Haley had even got together, she would watch Haley walk around Karen's Cafe, mostly when she was walking away from her. Tutor Girl sure had the finest ass in Tree Hill. Maybe she was a little biased now, but the fact still remained the same, her girl had a damn fine butt. That thought made her smile into her kiss with Haley, as her hand cupped that said butt, bringing Haley towards her.
"I never get tired of this," Haley breathed out as her and Brooke pulled apart, simply due to the fact of there dire need of oxygen. If oxygen was never an issue, then they'd be pretty sure they'd never come up for air, not that they would ever need to.
"Me either," Brooke agreed, leaning up and sealing there lips together for yet another kiss, she figured, they'd both taken in enough oxygen for another bout of kissage.
She was right, they had, and the kissing continued. It continued even when Brooke couldn't keep up her position and fell back onto the bed beneath her. Haley had only followed. Moving her lips from Brooke's, Haley traced her lips along Brooke's jaw line, and back for a chaste kiss on the lips and then back along the jaw line, like a lost man retracing his steps. Then her lips fell to Brooke's neck, teasing her, as she grazed her teeth down it, nipping it every now and then and licking her way back up. Causing Brooke to moan at every lick and causing her breath to hitch at every graze.
"Haley." Brooke moaned out, her sense's were going haywire, and to her haywire was a good thing, she could feel every move Haley made on top of her, hear and feel her hot breath on her neck. Ragged came to mind, when describing it. Gathering what little sense she had left, Brooke flipped Haley over, so that she was now on top, much to the surprise of Haley.
"Well you're just full of surprises aren't you?" Haley whispered up at Brooke, only getting Brooke's smile in return.
"My turn." Brooke whispered into Haley's ear, leaning down further, kissing the area behind Haley's ear, which resulted in an almost instantaneous moan from Haley. She knew that was a sensitive area for Haley, she had watched her long enough to know her pretty well, and now she was reaping the rewards that came with paying such close attention. Her hands were doing not much of anything, and she wondered why the hell that was. Mere milliseconds after that thought passed through her mind, her hands kicked in and were moving over Haley's body. Reaching down, one hand reached the hem of Haley t-shirt, and under it went, till her hand was flat against Haley's stomach. Feeling Haley's breath suddenly suck in, Brooke looked up to see if she was ok. Leaning up she kissed Haley's lips once. "Is this ok?"
"God yes," Haley drew out slowly, it was more than ok, it was mind shatteringly good. She felt Brooke's hand move back and forth across her stomach making patterns, sometimes with her whole hand, and then her fingers for just seconds. Each time Brooke moved her hand, she felt it inch up more and more, until her fingers scraped along the underside of her breast, causing her to shudder. This was so, completely different from what she had, had with Nathan. Nathan was rough and harsh, he wanted everything his was. Brooke was slow and teasing, in a good way. That was why if felt so good, opposed to her encounter with Nathan. Her thoughts fled her mind, when she felt Brooke cup her breast and squeeze it gently, all she could do, was arch up into Brooke's touch and moan her name.
But the knocking at her door brought them both back to reality with a resounding crash.
"Haley? Are you there?" Taylor asked as her voice floated through the closed door, causing Haley and Brooke to still there actions and lay there for a second, in the aftermath of the knocking. An interruption.
"Crap!" Haley breathed out.
"Ssh, she'll hear you." Brooke whispered, trying to keep her giggles in.
"It's not funny Brooke!" Haley whispered.
"I know, but your face, when you heard Taylor's voice, it was priceless." Brooke explained.
"Haley?" Taylor's voice spoke up again.
"Yeah well, keep it down," Haley said with a smile, reaching up and planting a kiss on Brooke's lips before turning them both over, so Brooke lay on her back. "Just stay there."
"Yes, ma'am." Brooke replied as she watched Haley get up off of her bad and head over to the door, killing the lights before opening the door.
"Hey Tay," Haley spoke, facing Taylor.
"Hey Haley-Bub, what's up?"
"Nothing much, I was just reading." Haley answered.
"With the lights off?" Taylor observed.
"Brooke's taking a nap. She's not used to getting up so early for school, and then after today's excitement, I think it pretty much wiped her out." Haley fibbed.
"Shouldn't that be you instead?"
"I'm ok. Sure at first I was scared, but I stood up to him. So I'm ok." Haley explained.
"Hales, this is me you're talking to, your bestest big sis, don't lie to me." Taylor began. "You're not a hundred per cent yet, you must be hurting."
"My rib were killing me when I got home, but I took those pain killers the doctor gave me and they aren't so bad now, I'm fine Taylor. Really." Haley told her sister trying to ease her mind.
"What about your arm? You have to go and get the stitches out sometime this week." Taylor pointed out.
"I didn't pull anything when we were both in the classroom, so it's ok, a little itchy every now and then, but nothing I can't deal with."
"So you're ok?"
"Yes, that's what I've been telling everyone that's asked so far, and that's what I'm telling everyone who'll ask, because it's actually the truth." Haley told her.
"Good, so are you up for some dinner tonight? At a restaurant, with me and Peyton, and Brooke of course." Taylor wondered.
"That sounds good, yeah, why not?" Haley agreed.
"Cool," Taylor replied with a smile. "Peyton's just booking it, so I'll let you know what's happening later on."
"Thanks."
"Not a problem."
"Not just for the dinner Taylor, for everything, for being my big sister, for being there for me. Thanks for being my sister." Haley told her affectionately, causing Taylor to smile.
"It's a pleasure, believe me, I couldn't have asked for a better sister than you. I love you." Taylor said to her, reaching forward and hugging her sister.
"Love you too," Haley replied, muffled by Taylor's shoulder.
Pulling back, Taylor ruffled Haley's hair like she used to do when they were younger. "I'll let you get back to your reading." she said before, shutting the door and leaving Haley and Brooke alone in the room.
The night ahead, waiting for them.
End of Chapter 12.
Well another day another chapter. I had intended to include the whole restaurant date thing in this, as well as something else, but when it came to write it, I got nothing. I tried to write it for a week but alas it wasn't happening. So the next chapter will pick up where this left off. And I hope it doesn't take as to get out as this chapter did.
So enjoy and as always review!
