I just thought it'd be cute to write a short scene about Sam's first driving lesson with Brooke so here it is:) I haven't quite decided what I'm gonna do for future chapters, so lmk if you have any ideas!

"Good. That was a really smooth turn, just don't forget your turn signal," Brooke sat tensely in the passenger's seat of her car gripping the grab handle tightly. It was Saturday, and as promised, she was teaching Sam how to drive in an empty church parking lot.

"Why do I have to signal right now? We're in a parking lot," Sam said with the slightest hint of sass.

"Because when you're driving on an actual road, you're gonna have to signal," Brooke told her calmly. "I want you to get used to doing it now."

"Okay," Sam sighed. "Brooke you can let go of that thing, you know. There are no other cars around and I'm going like 5 miles per hour." She couldn't help but be a little annoyed over Brooke's dramatics in the seat beside her. They were in a very controlled environment, what could she possibly crash into?

"Sorry, I know," Brooke breathed out. She let go of the grab handle and let her hand fall back into her lap. "You're doing great so far. I'll try to relax a little."

"Thank you," Sam slowly rounded another corner.

"Okay, I want you to brake at that tree up ahead," Brooke said, gesturing towards a large tree off to the side of the parking lot.

Sam nodded and continued driving towards it. She hit the brakes abruptly when they reached the tree, causing both girl's seat belts to lock to prevent them from falling forward. The teen's face flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry," she murmured.

"That was a little aggressive," Brooke chuckled softly. "That's okay. You should start to brake before you get there so that the car can slow down to a smooth stop. We'll work on that."

Sam smiled slightly, "Yeah, cause that was horrible."

"Hey, this is your first time driving. Of course you're going to be horrible," Brooke teased. "Let's do a few more laps before we head home."

Sam gently moved her foot to the gas pedal. "Do you remember your first time learning how to drive?" She asked as she continued her path around the church.

Brooke sighed. "I wish I didn't."

"Oh my God, Brooke, how many times do I have to tell you not to jerk the car so much when you turn," Victoria Davis was exasperated over her 15 year old daughter's inability to drive. She had signed her up for driver's ed specifically so that she'd never have to teach her herself, but Brooke had begged and begged her that morning to take her out before classes started so that she could get a head start. The mother finally caved in order to avoid her daughter's incessant whining.

"I'm trying, jeez!" Brooke said in frustration. Why couldn't her mom understand that this was all so new to her and she wasn't going to be a perfect driver right away?

"Try harder," Victoria said dryly. "It's not that complicated."

"Alright, mom, get off my back!" Brooke whined. She gripped the wheel tighter and drove steadily through the neighborhood.

"For heaven's sake," Victoria rolled her eyes. "You're acting like an ungrateful, bratty child. I am trying to help you."

Brooke took a shuddery breath and tried to focus all her energy on the road ahead of her. All she had wanted was one afternoon to bond with her mother since Victoria was usually too busy with work and keeping up her appearances to the public. Brooke had been thrilled when Victoria had relented to taking her driving, but she was now realizing that it was just another opportunity for her mother to belittle her.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Brooke said, her voice watery.

"Stop sign. STOP SIGN!" Victoria yelled when Brooke failed to notice a stop sign on the corner and blew right past it.

The teenager tensed at her mom's angry voice. She was still getting used to scanning her surroundings thoroughly, so she hadn't noticed the obscured sign off to the side. It was an innocent mistake that any inexperienced driver would make.

"That's it. I've had it with you!" Victoria snapped. "Pull off to the side."

Brooke fought back tears as she slowly pulled over to the curb. She unbuckled her seatbelt when she saw Victoria exit the car and come around to the driver's side.

"Get out," Victoria growled when she opened the door. "You clearly are not ready to be driving yet," her piercing blue eyes were staring directly into Brooke's.

Brooke sniffled and obeyed her mother's order. She walked around to the passenger side and tried to open the door, but Victoria had locked it. "Mom, unlock the door," She said, yanking on the handle several times.

Victoria rolled down the window. "I don't really feel like driving a petulant child home with me right now," she said sternly. "You can walk."

"What? MOM!" Brooke said in horror. "How have I been petulant?"

"You have been giving me a difficult time all day, young lady," Victoria said. "First, you manipulate me into taking you driving, and then you're not even appreciative. Maybe the walk home will help you reflect," she sneered.

"But it's 90 degrees out and it's like a 30 minute walk home!" Brooke cried. "Mom please, I'm sorry," she pleaded. "It's too hot out to walk!"

"You'll be fine," Victoria said simply. "Drink ice water and take a cold shower when you get home." With that, she rolled the window up and drove off, leaving Brooke helplessly watching as the car disappeared down the street.

The teenager sat down miserably on the curb and cried for a few minutes before reluctantly standing up and dejectedly walking home in the unbearable heat.

Needless to say, she hadn't asked Victoria for driving lessons again.

Sam's eyes widened. "She just left you there?" she said in disbelief.

"Mhm. That's Victoria Davis for you," Brooke let out a bitter laugh.

"Wow," Sam said, her eyes still glued to the parking lot in front of her as she continued driving. "She sounds awful. I'm glad you're not like that."

"Me too. I promised myself that if I ever had kids, I'd be the furthest thing from my mother possible."

"Don't worry, I'd say you're a pretty great mom," Sam assured her.

"Thanks Sam," Brooke smiled. "Alright, one more lap then let's go home and eat dinner."

"If I brake too hard again are you gonna make me walk home?" Sam poked fun.

"We'll see," Brooke joked, and Sam laughed. Brooke relaxed in her seat as her foster daughter took her last lap around the parking lot. Sam's first driving lesson had been a success, and she couldn't be happier.