Takes place leading up to 6x09 of One Tree hill. Everything that happened in the show applies to this fic! This is written to fit into the actual story and be taken as cannon:)
Brooke Davis tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, wrestling with her comforter as she whipped her head around to lay her other cheek on her pillow. In the dim light, she caught a glimpse of her alarm clock: it read 2:18 AM. Normally, Brooke went to bed at a reasonable hour, but tonight she was consumed with adrenaline and anger due to her foster daughter's misconduct.
Brooke couldn't believe that Samantha had been so irresponsible. Throwing a party was one thing, but bringing Jamie was inexcusable. That little boy could have been drugged or seriously hurt, she thought ruefully. And then there was Peyton's wedding dress: a beautiful article of handmade clothing that Brooke had poured her heart and soul into for her best friend's special day. Seventy-two hours of painful hand stitching, all gone to waste.
The designer let out a frustrated sigh; trying to get any sleep felt useless at this point. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, replaying the night's events over and over again in her head. She couldn't believe that she'd told Sam she was grounded, especially so quickly after she'd moved in. I'm only twenty two years old! Brooke's brain shouted at her. I'm practically still a teenager myself, how am I supposed to discipline a 15 year old?
Although the age gap was small, Brooke knew that she was still responsible for Sam. She knew that Sam deserved to be grounded, but for how long? After deliberating for a solid twenty minutes on what she deemed an appropriate length for Sam's punishment, Brooke ultimately settled on three weeks as sufficient. One week for each offense seems pretty fair to me, she concluded.
Brooke finally drifted off to sleep at around 3:00 AM. When she awoke, she was immediately in a sour, pissed off mood once again. After pouring herself a bowl of cereal and doing some minimal chores to kick off her morning, she reluctantly decided to examine Peyton's dress a little bit closer. Brooke cringed as she removed the tattered garment from the bin filled with sudsy water and detergent. She hung the dress to dry in the living room and stared at it angrily, her eyes practically burning a hole in it.
"I think it's kinda cool," Jamie's words rang in her ears after a couple minutes of hateful staring at the gown. Brooke cocked her head, the splashes of pink and purple displayed across the dress were certainly not "cool" to her, but they did give her an interesting vision for a new line. Inspired, the designer plopped down on the couch and started furiously sketching dresses with pops of color tastefully splattered across. Maybe, just maybe, she was onto something for her new line.
As she was still sketching, Sam emerged from her room and hesitantly walked towards her.