So I watched this spanish movie (Se Busca Papa) and couldn't help but think of my OSI characters. So I decided to make some OSI snippets based off certain scenes. Here goes the first. I included the video of this scene on my tumblr!
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Set between chapter 12 and 13 of "Our Spitting Image." It's still early into their relationship and Sam is with Brooke for the week. It is also Sam's second week at Tree Hill High and life is rough.
Brooke walked in from a long day of work at 8:17 pm. She immediately took her heels off and placed her coat on the rack, then made a beeline to the fridge to eat a slice of cake she remembered she'd saved. It was then that she saw her small framed 14 year old sleeping soundly on the couch. The snippiness and sour mood the girl had donned that week was completely erased from her visage. She looked…peaceful. She wished Sam looked so at ease when awake but it just hadn't been the case lately. It pained the mother.
She let out a long sigh as she walked over, noticing that the girl was still in her school clothes and shook her head. She had called the child two hours ago reminding Sam to shower so her hair could dry before she went to bed! Now Brooke would need to wake her up and have her do so before they talked. She sat down near Sam and rested her right arm on the back of the couch, looking over her sleeping child in deep thought.
Her face was etched in both frustration and worry at her baby girl. She had been notified that Sam had missed all of her classes after lunch. See, the transition to Tree Hill was not going well and Brooke wanted so badly to have a magic wand that could help her daughter feel better…but she didn't.
The mother had called Sam during her lunch period explaining she'd be home late into the evening. Sam rolled her eyes and willed the tears away. Although she was mad at her parents for taking her from Southside High, she still didn't like the idea of her mama being away later than expected. And staying with her dad wasn't an option because he had already set off to an away basketball game with the team.
Fuck! Separation anxiety was such a bitch sometimes.
"Fine. It's whatever." The 14 year old muttered through the phone as she sat alone at a lunch table. Manny wasn't there and she felt like a fucking outcast.
Brooke could easily tell that the teen was not happy with her. It'd been a hard week. Sam had been ornery and generally moody and both Brooke and Lucas sensed that it was the transition to Tree Hill. They opted to be patient with her moods.
"Sam, honey, you want me to ask Haley to stay with you?"
"I said fine, Brooke. It's cool." Sam reiterated. A hint of annoyance ripping through.
Brooke held her tongue not wanting to scold Sam because she knew the girl was going through it, but lord was the child making it difficult.
"Alright. Call me if you need anything."
"K."
"Bye kiddo. I love you."
"Yeah, love you too."
Brooke released a breath, glad that at least the 'love yous' weren't being withheld.
In the present, the woman lightly caressed Sam's face until the girl's eyes fluttered open. She waited patiently for Sam to get her bearings. Once awake the slight pout that her daughter had carried the past few days came back in full force. When Sam realized it was her mother above her she avoided the woman's gaze and tightened her hold on the blanket.
Was she happy Brooke was home? Sure. Would she let Brooke know? Hell no. Her mom and dad had taken her from Southside High and she missed it so fucking terribly!
"Go shower Sammy." Brooke couldn't help that her tone came out tired or that the first thing out of her mouth was an order instead of a greeting. Sam didn't even bother to respond or say hello either. Both mother and daughter were consumed in their own worries.
Sam gave a small eye roll as she pushed herself up and collected her things to go upstairs not in the mood to converse.
"The school called me." Brooke said and it stopped Sam in her tracks for a moment, "I know you skipped after lunch. We've talked about skipping before little girl."
Sam hesitated at the word choice. Brooke and Lucas tended to call her that when she was crossing lines, yet she boldly chose to keep walking.
"Samantha, stop and look at me." Brooke's voice was stern now and Sam hated the feeling of mom being mad at her. She turned around trying not to falter under her mother's stern gaze.
Brooke waited for her to say something, but nothing came.
God, Sammy, just say something!
"We are talking about this after you shower, alright? And I'm calling Lucas too."
Sam turned back around in a huff and Brooke rolled her eyes pushing her hands against the center table in frustration.
This shit was so hard!