Summary: Single mother with six kids whose ex-husband is her best friend. Yeah, cause that's exactly would sound great on a dating website.
Disclaimer: I only own the kids, but even that isn't enough for me. The title comes from a Carrie Underwood song by the same name.
So this chapter is dedicated to the one and only Sandygirl who always is the first one to review on my stories and tell me what she thinks of them. Thank you for that and I hope you enjoy!
Cupid's Got A Shotgun
Chapter Two: Date From Hell
"So Luke I need you to do me a favor this weekend." Brooke was pleading with him. It was a hot spring day and after returning from Patrick's baseball game, as a family, they were spending the day by the pool. "I know it's my weekend, but I need you to watch the kids on Saturday."
"Why? What's Saturday?" Lucas questioned sipping on the beer that he gladly took out from the kitchen fridge. Brooke always had beer in the house, and made sure it was a kind he approved of.
"I have a date." Brooke smiled proudly. Since Haley set up the page, Brooke started talking to a guy named Owen. He seemed nice, and was very easy to talk too. Brooke could spend hours texting back and forth with. She hasn't mentioned the amount of kids she has. "Haley pushed the whole dating website on me, and I met someone who I'd like to meet in person."
"Oh I see." Lucas nodded looking out at the kids instead of Brooke's face. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Yeah he had some dates, here and there, and one girl comes over when the kids aren't there to be adult, but nothing serious.
"Sully, why don't you go swimming with everyone?" Brooke was worried at times about Sullivan. He was the one that kept her up at night. The rest of the kids did have their moments, but Sullivan stayed in her mind. Right now, instead of enjoying a swim with his siblings, Sullivan was sitting at they're outside table in the corner of the yard, reading his book. "Put the book down, bud. Go swim. The book will be there when you get back."
"No thank you." He didn't bother to look up from his book.
"Sul, I mean it, put the book away." Brooke did enjoy that he was different from the rest of the kids. He was the one that Lucas would have intellectual conversations about books and school work. At first, with the start of school, Brooke was nervous that he wouldn't fit in. The school psychologist stated that he was different, but in a completely normal way. No so-called "problems" with him.
"But it's just getting to the good part." His anger though was from Brooke all the way. He slammed the book into the table before stomping over to his parents.
"The good part can wait till after some family fun." Brooke pointed out. "Go swim." She watched him carefully as he walked in from the steps with a pout of his face and his arms crossed over his chest. He took his time to move in and slowly starting to relax.
"Look daddy, I can swim by myself!" Gwenie stuck her hand off the wall and swam as fast as she could to the other side.
"Good job, baby girl." Lucas beamed proudly.
"Daddy, come in!" Teddy giggled from Emmeline's arms. She, with the help of Patrick, was throwing Teddy in the air causing him to giggle as he crashed into the water.
"Not today, bud." He smiled at his youngest. "It seems like I didn't know it was swimming day. Sorry." He did actually have swim trunks with him, but he didn't want to swim. Drinking a beer and talking to Brooke who was proudly showing off her curves was enough for him.
"Patrick Scott you better not be doing what I think you're doing!" Brooke warned. She had to laugh slightly that as her kids got older she still needed to keep an eye at them at all times. This time, Patrick, at the age of thirteen, was trying to dunk a screaming Em. "Get away from your sister, please."
"I'm just trying to have some fun. You all suck." He smirked sending shivers down Brooke's spine. If Brooke and Lucas weren't around and Patrick was only around Nathan, you'd think he was Nathan's son. He got the different characteristics from his parents, dark hair from Brooke and blue eyes from Lucas, which made him look like his uncle when they were combined together.
"Out, now." Brooke tried to stay motherly, as Haley called it. "Ten minutes for your language."
"Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck." Patrick laughed climbing out. He was at the age were he pushed the buttons of his parents on a constant basis.
"Patrick, you're walking on a fine line." Brooke warned him before turning to Lucas. "Is it bad that I hate that we are actually starting to sound like parents more and more?"
"Well we have been parents for, Em how old are you?"
"Fifteen?" She yelled back with a questioning look. He picked to ignore it before continuing on.
"Well for fifteen years, it's bound to stick and set in eventually."
"Anyway," Brooke took a sip of the refreshing beer before continuing back to the original topic. "Can you watch them next weekend?"
It was always weird to Brooke that she stated to Lucas that he was basically a babysitter when she couldn't have them. It was like those mother's who go out and leave their husband's babysitting their kids. Shouldn't it not be considered babysitting since it's your own kid?
"I'm not sure, something might come up between then and now." Lucas shrugged it off. He didn't mind having them; it would save him a trip to this house anyway. There was something about it though, that bothered him deep down. Shaking off those feelings he smirked at her. "If nothing better comes between now and then, I'll take them." That comment earned him a slap to the chest. "Really, B?"
Instead of responding, she took another sip of her beer sneering happily. Before she knew what was going on, Lucas had he out of her seat and over his shoulder.
"Hey guys, what would your mother think if I threw her right into the pool?" Lucas stood at the edge of the deep end of the pool Brooke just had to have when they were building their dream home. Her excuse was that she could either a) have a really hot pool boy cleaning it all up without a shirt one or b) having a really hot pool boy cleaning it all up without a shirt on who is also her husband.
"Lucas Scott you better put me down right now or so..." But the rest of Brooke's comment was ignored when he threw her directly into the deep end. "Lucas Eugene you are so going to pay for this. I just got my hair done this morning. Do you know how amazing it look?"
"I think it looks pretty amazing right now." Lucas, steaming proudly from his job of getting Brooke into the pool, sat back down in the lounge chair, leaning with the palms of his hands behind his head relaxing.
"How do you feel about this?" Without drying off one bit, the sun would dry her in a couple of minutes with the way the heat was feeling, Brooke shook her hips walking innocently over to Lucas. She knew his quirks and want will really get him going. She sat on his lap, making sure to squeeze the excess water out of her shoulder length hair all over his dry clothes. She shook her hips into his lap, laughing loudly at his complaints.
"Like really you two?" Haley stood with her brood of three and Nathan at the gate of the backyard.
"That's all her, Hales, I've done nothing to disserve this god awful treatment she has given me."
"How is it that I have a really hard time believing that?" Haley smirked seeing right through her best friend. Choosing to ignore Lucas, Haley walked over to Brooke whispering in her ear, "from what I just saw, are you sure you two had a good reason to divorce?"
"I can't do this, Luke. I just can't anymore." Brooke was worn thin. She was exhausted with Teddy refusing to sleep in his own bed because Patrick told him that the Boogie Monster was under his bed and Rosalie deciding it would be the perfect time to get the stomach bug- even though Brooke knows she has no control over that, she was up all night. It was the sounds of Rosalie guts coming up or waking up to Teddy's foot in her face did it. She noticed one thing though, the cold side of the bed that was never slept int.
"What can't you do?" Lucas looked up from his computer screen. He was almost done with the next chapter to a book that his editor wanted by the end of the week.
"This," She pointed to between them, "Us. You get to get away while I'm stuck here because you never are home enough. I don't mind being with them, but at night I'd like to have my husband sleeping with me, not in a hotel room or at his office desk because he passed out on his computer."
"I'm home enough, Brooke. I was just home for two weeks. I can't help it if I have to go to New York every once in a while."
"More like you're home every once in a while and you're away more often than home." Brooke didn't realize if it was her emotions pilled up from being sleep deprived or if it was just the truth that she was holding in coming out.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Be a part of this family." Brooke left the room not saying another word to him.
"There were damn good reasons, Hales." Brooke shook off the memory sighing. "Some people are just better off as friends than husband and wife."
"Well those people aren't married for fourteen-years before just up and announcing at a family dinner, casually might I add, that you two were getting a divorce."
"Oh shush." Brooke laughed. "What can I do for you grateful Haley James Scott?"
"You go get dressed, the boys are in charge. We are going shopping for this weekend." Brooke's love of shopping was rubbing off on every female in the Scott family. "Em, you want to come with?" Haley always offered the older teen the chance to accompany Brooke and Haley whenever possible.
"Shopping? I'm in." Em climbed out the pool quickly. "Let me get dressed."
"Maybe you can get some money out of your dad, after all he ruined my hair today."
"I'll work my charm, Mom." Emmeline after all learned from the best.
"Shopping, here we come."
-XO-OTH-XO-
"I can't believe you and Em talked me into this dress. I got saggy tits and big hips now thanks to super sperm." Brooke's voice was muffled as she stood in the closet trying on her dress that according to Em, she had to buy for her date. "I can't wear this."
"Brooke, stop your bitchin' and get out here. You probably look amazing. I would be in heaven to have six kids and still be able to wear a size four." Haley flipped through the magazine while relaxing on Brooke's bed. She told Nathan that she was just going to help Brooke get ready, like the old high school days. That was four hours ago and she still was at the Davis-Scott house. "Now let me see!"
Nervously, Brooke exited the closet wearing a wrap style dress in an emerald green color that accented her eyes perfectly. Her hair was still in curlers on top of her head and her gold jewelry popped against the jeweled tone dress.
"Damn it, Tigger. You look amazing." Haley's jaw dropped. "I always thought since I had less kids I'd get the rockin' bod. Guess Tutor Girl is wrong for once. I'll admit it."
"Really? It's not too much? I mean I'm not use to this whole dating thing, Hales. I don't think I can do it."
"Do it has anything to do with an blonde guy, about six feet, with blue eyes?"
"No it does not." Brooke gritted her teeth. "Are you ever going to drop that?"
"Drop what? That Tree Hill High power couple divorced because they were both to idiotic to admit their wrongdoings?" Haley stared at her. "Oh of course not. It will be soon enough that you two will snap out of it and realize you're meant to be together."
"I'm going to ignore that Haley. You told me it was time to move on so I am. I'm making you happy."
"But it's with the wrong guy."
"Just help me get ready, I have thirty minutes till I need to leave." Brooke looked at the clock and her nerves set in tremendously.
"You'll be fine." Haley assured her. "Just be yourself B."
Forty minutes later, Brooke pulled up to a little Italian restaurant that Owen asked her to meet him at.
"You got this Brooke Davis, you got this." Brooke mumbled, composing herself before she exited the car. Looking around, she found the one face she recognized from the website and her smile grew. She became excited to start this whole dating scene again. It was exciting and new, while still a little nervous. She walked up the familiar face and introduced herself with a smile and the date went on.
"So tell me about yourself." Owen asked sipping his fourth or fifth beer of the evening.
Brooke forced a smile on her face, silently sighing. "I'm a fashion designer, I do all the drawings and designing the clothes. I run a magazine. But mostly I'm a mom about 24/7." A true smile did fall on her face when she mentioned her kids.
"You got kids?" Owen looked shocked. Did he not read her dating profile?
"Six of them." Brooke nodded along.
"Does this mean you have a loose vagina now? Cause I don't do that whole fucking with a loose vagina."
Brooke practically choked on the wine she was sipping. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, I mean I only joined it to get fucked. I thought a lonely divorce lady would be an easy lay." Owen sat there like nothing was wrong with his comments compared to Brooke's face.
Brooke grabbed her purse, throwing a twenty on the table before standing. "You are nothing but a disgusting pig." Brooke hissed through her clenched teeth before storming out of the resturant. She instantly pulled out her phone to call Haley, who of course did not answer. "Haley Bob James Scott you are in so much trouble! Call me back, now."
Who said it wouldn't be easy getting back to dating? Because of right now, Brooke was done with it.
Can I say that I'm so excited that all of you enjoy this story? It makes me so happy because I have so many ideas for it! If you have any bad dating stories, I would love to hear them and may add them in here. Please tell me what you think! Thank you!