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The guy dancing behind Sam was now on the side of her and he was holding up two mdma tablets for her and the other girl. Sam enjoying the feeling of the first hit she took she thought another one would set her in an even higher level of euphoria. She opened her mouth and he placed it on her tongue.
It started to dissolve when she felt a hand grip onto her wrist tightly. The next thing she realized was that she was getting pulled through the crowd and out the door. Whoever was pulling her along outside was saying something angrily but Sam wasn't catching any of it.
They stopped outside of Sam's car and that is when the person turned around. The pieces in her mind were trying to place a single thought in her head. After a few seconds the blonde spoke and held her hand out.
"Sam, give me your keys."
"Brooke what are you doing here," Sam smiled, after finally putting some of her thoughts and words together.
"Keys, Sam," Brooke was getting frustrated.
"Wow these drugs are good. You're so life like and trying to be all controlling. This is not real though because Brooke is too responsible to go to a party like this," Sam started to walk away from Brooke and the car.
Brooke realized that Sam was completely fucked up and this wasn't going to be easy. She was angry that Sam assumed that she couldn't have fun. Sam was walking away from her and Brooke was considering on letting Sam deal with her own issues, but she couldn't do that.
"Sam stop right now!" Brooke yelled and quickly sprinted to Sam.
She grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her towards herself. Sam crashed quite hard into her. Sam started to kiss Brooke on the next and behind her ear. Brooke loved the feeling but knew that Sam was under the influence. She was full of a drug that made a person more sexual and in need of touch. Brooke found Sam's keys before pushing Sam off of her. She then opened the passenger side door and helped Sam in before getting into the driver side.
Brooke started up the car and once out on the highway she called Harrison. She knew that he wouldn't answer so she left a message to let him know that she left the party early.
"Hey Harrison just letting you know that I left the party because I found Sam and she wasn't feeling well so I'm driving her home, so don't worry about me have fun," Brooke hung up the phone and convinced herself that she wasn't completely lying to Harrison.
Brooke felt a hand on her leg and looked down. Sam was starting to get all touchy again. Sam's hand started to travel up Brooke's thigh and closer to her center. Brooke could feel her heat radiating between her legs and she loved it, but wasn't about take advantage of Sam to make herself feel good. She grabbed Sam's hand.
"Sam stop it now," Brooke removed Sam's hand and placed it on the arm rest.
"Oh, come on Brooke you're such a prude. Live a little," Sam started to run her hand up and down Brooke's side.
"Sam stop. I don't want this, you are high," Brooke pushed Sam's roaming hand away.
"Fun sucker," Sam yelled at Brooke before crawling into the back seat.
"Sam! What the hell are you doing?" Brooke was trying to keep her eyes on the road but Sam was being extremely distracting.
Sam was searching around in the back for something and Brooke was watching in the rear view mirror.
"Hell yeah," Sam yelled out almost causing the startled Brooke to go off the road.
Sam threw something on the passenger's seat that made a sloshing sound before crawling back up front.
Sam finally was situated into seat before reaching behind her to grab what she had thrown onto the seat in advance. Brooke looked to see what it was. Sam withdrew a Greygoose vodka bottle and opened it up. She took a long swig before offering some to Brooke.
"What the fuck Sam? How did you get that?" Brooke was even more upset.
"Did you want some?" Sam motioned the bottle to her.
"No! I'm driving for fuck's sake," Brooke was glad they were almost home.
"You need to loosen the fuck up. Your alive so you should live," Sam took another swig of vodka.
Brooke realized that Sam was still sore on the subject of her saving Brooke's life.
"Your right I am alive and I should start living," She reached for the bottle which Sam gave up easily. She then opened the window and threw the bottle out of the car, hoping that there were no cops around to see it. "but not by your standards. You're going to end up killing yourself."
"Bitch! That was a perfectly good bottle," Sam was upset and was starting to come crashing down from her high.
They finally made it home. Brooke was glad that the lights were out meaning that her parents and Mac were asleep. The only challenge now was getting Sam to her room without waking them up. She turned the car off and helped Sam out of the passengers side.
They made it upstairs nice and quiet without much issue other than Sam being a little tipsy and putting a lot of weight on Brooke.
Brooke led Sam to Sam's room where she sat her down on the bed.
"Are you going to be ok?" Brooke asked Sam as she walked over to the door.
Brooke turned around with her hand on the door handle, waiting for Sam to answer.
"Yeah I'll be just great," Sam smiled at Brooke still a little drunk and high.
Brooke turned off the light and slowly started to close the door.
"Brooke?" Sam said so softly that Brooke almost didn't hear her. Brooke heard though and paused.
"What?" Brooke asked in a hushed tone.
"Thank you for not leaving me there in my condition," Sam said so clearly that Brooke would of thought that Sam was completely sober.
Brooke silently closed the door and headed to her room. She laid down on her bed and started up in to the dark in the direction of her ceiling. Why Sammi, why? Drugs. Brooke could still feel Sam's touch and how she wished that Sam had been sober and meant her actions. She continued to lay in her bed. She pictured Sam and how Sam's hands had traveled up and down her side and up in between her legs. She knew that this was not the situation to be enjoying these thoughts but for some reason she couldn't help it. She fell asleep to these thoughts.
After Brooke left the room Sam had laid back on her bed and fell quickly asleep. She awoke to her phone going off three hours later. It was 3 am she searched around for the ringing noise. She found it on the floor next to the foot of the bed.
"Hello?" Sam hadn't bothered to look at the Caller id.
"Sammi! Where the hell are you?" Becca's voice came over the speaker. "Where the fuck is your car?"
"Oh shit, I sorry Becca I'll come and get you," Sam jumped up from her bed completely sober.
"Ok hurry up I'm freezing my ass off out here," Becca then hung up the phone.
Sam arrived at the warehouse ten minutes later. Becca was leaning up against the building. Sam pulled up next to her and rolled down the window.
"What are you waiting for?" Sam yelled to Becca who hadn't moved from the wall.
"I'm coming, no need to yell," Becca pushed off the wall.
Becca climbed into the car and buckled up. When they started moving Becca turned to face Sam.
"So…where the hell did you go?" Becca was more interested than mad with Sam. "Did you leave with someone?" Becca lifted her eyebrows.
"Yes, I left with someone and no it's not what you think," Sam didn't explain.
"Well, what am I suppose to think if that's all the explanation you give me," Becca wanted more.
"I left with Brooke."
"Wait Brooke your step-sister? Way to go Sammi," Becca smiled and gave Sam a little slug in her shoulder.
"I told you it's not what you think," Sam rolled her eyes. "She saw me high no MDMA sandwiched between two people grinding on me and pulled me from the party."
"Sounds like someone was jealous," Becca stated with a smile.
"It wasn't like that she was just embarrassed for me. I was acting like a slut," Sam was disappointed with her own actions especially since Brooke was a witness to them.
"Sam you're the opposite of a slut and plus it was the drugs causing you to act that way," Becca stated.
"Yeah, drugs are always an excuse for bad behavior," Sam said with a sarcastic tone.
"So…did you try anything with Brooke while under the influence?" Becca was trying to get Sam to open up a bit more.
"Yeah, but she pushed my hands off and said she didn't want it," Sam said disappointed as she remembered how Brooke felt uncomfortable with Sam's advances.
"That sucks. I'm sorry Sam, but maybe it was because you were under the influence of drugs. She sounded as though she had been jealous to me," Becca tried to reassure her.
"No Becca she was extremely uncomfortable with me," Sam said sadly.
Sam dropped Becca off at her house and drove back home. She got back home and made sure she stayed quiet. She tiptoed her way of the steps and across the hall to her room. Her door was open and she didn't recall leaving it open. She walked in and flipped the light switch. Brooke had been sitting on her bed but stood when the light splashed across the room. Brooke looked angry and Sam knew that a fight was about to break out so she closed her door.
"Where the hell did you go? God Sam you were high and drunk and yet you drove off at 3 in the morning. You're fuckin' reckless." Brooke looked purely angry to Sam yet Brooke was also worried which Sam hadn't noticed.
"Brooke you're not my mother and I'm stone cold sober. For your information I didn't go to the party alone. At 3 this morning I got a phone call from a friend I had left at the party so I had to pick her up. You know what good friends would do for each other. Would you have rather me leave her out in the middle of the warehouse district alone and freezing to death?"
Brooke didn't know what to say but the anger on her face melted away.
"Can you get out now so I can get some sleep? I'm starting to get a headache," Sam walked over to her bed where Brooke was standing.
Brooke walked around Sam.
"Sam?"
"What?"
"I'm glad you're ok and I'm sorry for yelling at you," Brooke then left the room.
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