The Truth about Tippy Typewriter (9/14)
Title: The Truth about Tippy Typewriter Part Nine
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Couple: Sam/Brooke eventually
Summary: Brooke stumbles across Sam's secret journal
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: I live for feedback, and all is welcomed and appreciated. This part is actually beta'd by my beta Karen. She's really kick ass, and I love working with her. So thanks Karen! Seriously, you guys who are waiting for updates should thanks metalphoenix for my hasty updating. She normally hassles me until I get it done!
Part Nine
Brooke didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She felt like she was going insane. She’d long since stopped going into the cafeteria. She couldn’t stand the glares being shot her way or just watching Sam. She wished the brunette would just talk to her. There was so much that she wanted to say. She wanted to make things better. She had to make things better. There had to be a way. She’d have asked Lily or Carmen, but Lily just ignored her and Carmen would only talk to her about things regarding the squad. She was at her whit’s end. She had no place to turn, and she couldn’t talk to Jane about this. She didn’t want to have to explain that she wasn’t sure if she was actually a lesbian, but she definitely was in love with Sam. She didn’t want to have to tell her future stepmother that she had every intention of being with Sam forever once she finally got the reluctant journalist to talk to her. Somehow, Brooke didn’t think that would go over so well with Jane. So she was all out of options.
She opened her locker and shoved her books inside. Normally, the end of the day was her favorite, and there was no practice this afternoon, which should have been the icing on a well deserved cake, but instead she was dreading going home. She was tired of having to face Sam’s closed door.
“Hey Brooke,” Harrison said from behind her open locker door.
“Hey…Harrison,” she replied in a solemn voice.
“Is everything okay?” Harrison asked concerned.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, just dandy…” Brooke replied sarcastically.
“Come on, Brooke. Everything’s obviously not fine. You haven’t eaten lunch with us in over a week, and MC says you’ve been snapping at everyone.”
“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk about it,” Brooke said, slamming her locker shut. She started to walk away, but Harrison’s arm on her shoulder stopped her.
“Suit yourself, but I thought we were past that whole Sam/Brooke/Harrison, you’re my ex, now you’re dating my friend so I can’t talk to you about what’s bothering me phase of our relationship.” Harrison said quietly.
Brooke sighed. “We are. I just…look, can we go someplace else to talk about this?” Brooke asked, looking around to see the halls still semi-full of students.
Harrison led the way into an empty classroom and sat down on the top of a nearby desk. “Okay, talk.”
“I really screwed things up with Sam,” Brooke replied, finally breaking down.
“Well, it’s not like that’s never happened before. I’m sure it will work itself out. It always does.”
“I’m not so sure. This time I really screwed things up, like massively. I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”
“What did you do?” Harrison asked.
“Well you see…Sam has this journal. It’s sort of a top secret, ultra personal type of journal…and I stumbled across it. And I read it, “Brooke answered looking down at her hands.
“Okay so you read her diary. I don’t understand what the big deal…”
“It was really private, like deep dark secret type of stuff, and I didn’t just read it once. I read it everyday for months,” Brooke admitted.
“Okay, understanding a little more as to why you think Sam won’t forgive you, but this is Sam here. You two are beyond that whole you read my diary, you stole my sweater, knock down drag out fights of yore.”
“We were. We are…”
“So, all you have to do is apologize, and while you’re at it, you might want to point out that she invades people’s privacy in the name of journalism all the time,” Harrison said with a smile, figuring he’d just solved the problem.
“I would, but somehow I don’t think that pointing out that Sam can be slightly hypocritical at times will be the best way of getting back on her good side, especially after what I did.”
Harrison turned back to her. “What exactly did you do?” He asked in morbid fascination.
Brooke felt her cheeks burn even before she began to speak. “Ikissedsam…”she mumbled, looking away.
“What?” Harrison asked.
“Ikissedsam…”Brooke mumbled a little louder this time.
“Brooke, I know everyone thinks I have huge ears, but I can’t for the life of me hear what you’re saying.”
Brooke took a deep breath. “I said; I kissed Sam.”
“YOU KISSED SAM??!!”
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Lily Esposito was rounding the corner to head to her locker when she heard the shout from what was supposed to be an empty classroom. Who had kissed Sam? Were they talking about her friend Sam or a different Sam? She moved over to the open door, and peeked inside. She saw Harrison and Brooke involved in an intense conversation. Well they were definitely talking about her Sam. But wait, who’d kissed Sam? Had Harrison kissed her? She rolled her eyes. Lily really didn’t want that whole mess to start up again. Had Brooke kissed Sam? No, Sam would have told them, right? Lily moved to press her body flat against the wall, but strained to hear what was being said.
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“Harrison, do you want to say it louder I don’t think people in Cambodia heard you?!” Brooke said in a stage whisper, looking around her wildly.
“I’m sorry. I’m just shocked. I mean when…what?” Harrison took a moment to compose himself. “Okay, let’s try that again. You kissed Sam?”
“Yes, I kissed her.”
“Okay, I’m going to put a push pin in that discussion, and we will be discussing it in a moment, but I need to ask this. What does you kissing Sam have anything to do with you reading her journal?” Harrison asked in confusion.
Brooke took a deep breath and told Harrison all about learning of Sam’s true feelings for her, her initial reaction, the whole Mia/dinner fiasco, and she’d finally realized how she felt for the journalist. Harrison sat captivated, and she couldn’t help but notice the huge smile that now graced his face.
“What? What are you smiling about?” Brooke asked him suspiciously.
“Nothing…” He said as his grin got wider.
“No, you don’t just smile like that for no reason. What’s going on in that oversized head of yours?”
“It’s just…I’m happy you finally figured it out,” he replied with a smug grin.
Brooke was shocked. “What? Do you mean you…how did you know?” Brooke stammered.
“Well remember right after you and I got out of the hospital and we had that little ‘fling?’”
Brooke nodded slowly wondering where he was going with this. “Yes…”
“Remember the look on my face when Sam caught us in your room with the camera?”
“Yeah…”
“That was the same look you had on your face when I told you two that I was choosing you over her, and you never quite lost it even when you and I were dating. Every time Sam was near you would clam up, and at first I thought it was because the situation was awkward. But then I would catch you watching her while she sat on the couch, while she sat next to you in class, and I realized that was the same way I used to watch you. Why the heck do you think I took our break up so well? I’d been expecting it for a while. At first I thought you’d figured out your feelings, but as the time passed, I saw that you hadn’t, but Sam was starting to realize hers. So I decided I could either hate the both of you and lose two of my best friends, or I could be happy for you and be as supportive as I could be.”
Brooke was really touched by his words. They had all been through so much in the span of two years, and she’d personally been responsible for a lot of Harrison’s adolescent misery. To hear him say that he still valued her friendship filled her with so much emotion. “Thanks Harry,” she said through tears.
Harrison stood and embraced the crying blonde. “Hey anytime, and it coincidentally worked out for me. If you hadn’t dumped me, I would have never escorted Mary Cherry to homecoming.”
Brooke smiled at this. “I have to say, love suits you Harrison.”
“Thank you. The same can be said for you. This is what this is right? Love I mean. You love Sammy, don’t you? Cause if this is just some sort of experiment then…”
“Of course I love Sam!” Brooke interrupted. “After everything we’ve been through together, all the times she’s been there for me, hell even the way she drives me insane by just being her, how could I not love Sam?”
“I was just checking. After all Sam is my best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend too.”
“You are, and when I see Sammy, I’ll have the same talk with her,” Harrison said with a wink. “Speaking of Sammy, tell me more about this kiss.”
Brooke flushed bright red before shaking her head. “You, Harrison John, are incorrigible.”
“You wouldn’t love me any other way,” he said before looking down at his watch. “Oo, I have to get going. Cherry Cherry is taking MC and me out for a steak dinner Texas style.”
“Yum, sounds interesting,” Brooke added before standing up to hug Harrison. “Thanks for being my shoulder Harry.”
“Anytime,” Harrison said, returning the embrace before he headed to the door. He stopped and turned around. “Oh, and Brooke, everything will work out just fine with Sam. You two are meant to be,” he said walking out of the classroom.
“Yes, you are.” Lily added walking into the room.
Brooke looked up sharply, surprised by Lily’s sudden presence. “What?”
“I was agreeing with Harrison. You and Sam are meant to be,” Lily said as she walked over to the blonde.
“How much of that did you hear?” Brooke asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Pretty much the whole thing, but don’t worry I already knew about everything. Well except for the kiss, Sam left that part out.”
“I figured Sam had told you guys. I mean why else would you and Carmen be avoiding me like I’ve been infected with the West Nile virus?”
“Yeah, and I have to say, you didn’t come off so good.”
“I’m not surprised. So what, now you’ve come to tell me what a bad person I am?” Brooke asked dourly.
“No, I’ve come to help you. You see Sam is upset, but I don’t think she’s really that upset. I think all she needs to see is that you weren’t reading it to be malicious or betray her trust. She needs to know your intentions were pure. And I think I know just the way.” Lily said with a sly smile.
They went over the plan for the next twenty minutes. Brooke wanted to make sure everything went off without a hitch. By the time they left the room she was feeling hopeful and a lot more confident. She took a deep breath and walked to her car. She had a lot of work to do. But first, she needed to call in a few favors.
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Couple: Sam/Brooke eventually
Summary: Brooke stumbles across Sam's secret journal
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: I live for feedback, and all is welcomed and appreciated. This part is actually beta'd by my beta Karen. She's really kick ass, and I love working with her. So thanks Karen! Seriously, you guys who are waiting for updates should thanks metalphoenix for my hasty updating. She normally hassles me until I get it done!
Part Nine
Brooke didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She felt like she was going insane. She’d long since stopped going into the cafeteria. She couldn’t stand the glares being shot her way or just watching Sam. She wished the brunette would just talk to her. There was so much that she wanted to say. She wanted to make things better. She had to make things better. There had to be a way. She’d have asked Lily or Carmen, but Lily just ignored her and Carmen would only talk to her about things regarding the squad. She was at her whit’s end. She had no place to turn, and she couldn’t talk to Jane about this. She didn’t want to have to explain that she wasn’t sure if she was actually a lesbian, but she definitely was in love with Sam. She didn’t want to have to tell her future stepmother that she had every intention of being with Sam forever once she finally got the reluctant journalist to talk to her. Somehow, Brooke didn’t think that would go over so well with Jane. So she was all out of options.
She opened her locker and shoved her books inside. Normally, the end of the day was her favorite, and there was no practice this afternoon, which should have been the icing on a well deserved cake, but instead she was dreading going home. She was tired of having to face Sam’s closed door.
“Hey Brooke,” Harrison said from behind her open locker door.
“Hey…Harrison,” she replied in a solemn voice.
“Is everything okay?” Harrison asked concerned.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, just dandy…” Brooke replied sarcastically.
“Come on, Brooke. Everything’s obviously not fine. You haven’t eaten lunch with us in over a week, and MC says you’ve been snapping at everyone.”
“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk about it,” Brooke said, slamming her locker shut. She started to walk away, but Harrison’s arm on her shoulder stopped her.
“Suit yourself, but I thought we were past that whole Sam/Brooke/Harrison, you’re my ex, now you’re dating my friend so I can’t talk to you about what’s bothering me phase of our relationship.” Harrison said quietly.
Brooke sighed. “We are. I just…look, can we go someplace else to talk about this?” Brooke asked, looking around to see the halls still semi-full of students.
Harrison led the way into an empty classroom and sat down on the top of a nearby desk. “Okay, talk.”
“I really screwed things up with Sam,” Brooke replied, finally breaking down.
“Well, it’s not like that’s never happened before. I’m sure it will work itself out. It always does.”
“I’m not so sure. This time I really screwed things up, like massively. I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”
“What did you do?” Harrison asked.
“Well you see…Sam has this journal. It’s sort of a top secret, ultra personal type of journal…and I stumbled across it. And I read it, “Brooke answered looking down at her hands.
“Okay so you read her diary. I don’t understand what the big deal…”
“It was really private, like deep dark secret type of stuff, and I didn’t just read it once. I read it everyday for months,” Brooke admitted.
“Okay, understanding a little more as to why you think Sam won’t forgive you, but this is Sam here. You two are beyond that whole you read my diary, you stole my sweater, knock down drag out fights of yore.”
“We were. We are…”
“So, all you have to do is apologize, and while you’re at it, you might want to point out that she invades people’s privacy in the name of journalism all the time,” Harrison said with a smile, figuring he’d just solved the problem.
“I would, but somehow I don’t think that pointing out that Sam can be slightly hypocritical at times will be the best way of getting back on her good side, especially after what I did.”
Harrison turned back to her. “What exactly did you do?” He asked in morbid fascination.
Brooke felt her cheeks burn even before she began to speak. “Ikissedsam…”she mumbled, looking away.
“What?” Harrison asked.
“Ikissedsam…”Brooke mumbled a little louder this time.
“Brooke, I know everyone thinks I have huge ears, but I can’t for the life of me hear what you’re saying.”
Brooke took a deep breath. “I said; I kissed Sam.”
“YOU KISSED SAM??!!”
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Lily Esposito was rounding the corner to head to her locker when she heard the shout from what was supposed to be an empty classroom. Who had kissed Sam? Were they talking about her friend Sam or a different Sam? She moved over to the open door, and peeked inside. She saw Harrison and Brooke involved in an intense conversation. Well they were definitely talking about her Sam. But wait, who’d kissed Sam? Had Harrison kissed her? She rolled her eyes. Lily really didn’t want that whole mess to start up again. Had Brooke kissed Sam? No, Sam would have told them, right? Lily moved to press her body flat against the wall, but strained to hear what was being said.
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“Harrison, do you want to say it louder I don’t think people in Cambodia heard you?!” Brooke said in a stage whisper, looking around her wildly.
“I’m sorry. I’m just shocked. I mean when…what?” Harrison took a moment to compose himself. “Okay, let’s try that again. You kissed Sam?”
“Yes, I kissed her.”
“Okay, I’m going to put a push pin in that discussion, and we will be discussing it in a moment, but I need to ask this. What does you kissing Sam have anything to do with you reading her journal?” Harrison asked in confusion.
Brooke took a deep breath and told Harrison all about learning of Sam’s true feelings for her, her initial reaction, the whole Mia/dinner fiasco, and she’d finally realized how she felt for the journalist. Harrison sat captivated, and she couldn’t help but notice the huge smile that now graced his face.
“What? What are you smiling about?” Brooke asked him suspiciously.
“Nothing…” He said as his grin got wider.
“No, you don’t just smile like that for no reason. What’s going on in that oversized head of yours?”
“It’s just…I’m happy you finally figured it out,” he replied with a smug grin.
Brooke was shocked. “What? Do you mean you…how did you know?” Brooke stammered.
“Well remember right after you and I got out of the hospital and we had that little ‘fling?’”
Brooke nodded slowly wondering where he was going with this. “Yes…”
“Remember the look on my face when Sam caught us in your room with the camera?”
“Yeah…”
“That was the same look you had on your face when I told you two that I was choosing you over her, and you never quite lost it even when you and I were dating. Every time Sam was near you would clam up, and at first I thought it was because the situation was awkward. But then I would catch you watching her while she sat on the couch, while she sat next to you in class, and I realized that was the same way I used to watch you. Why the heck do you think I took our break up so well? I’d been expecting it for a while. At first I thought you’d figured out your feelings, but as the time passed, I saw that you hadn’t, but Sam was starting to realize hers. So I decided I could either hate the both of you and lose two of my best friends, or I could be happy for you and be as supportive as I could be.”
Brooke was really touched by his words. They had all been through so much in the span of two years, and she’d personally been responsible for a lot of Harrison’s adolescent misery. To hear him say that he still valued her friendship filled her with so much emotion. “Thanks Harry,” she said through tears.
Harrison stood and embraced the crying blonde. “Hey anytime, and it coincidentally worked out for me. If you hadn’t dumped me, I would have never escorted Mary Cherry to homecoming.”
Brooke smiled at this. “I have to say, love suits you Harrison.”
“Thank you. The same can be said for you. This is what this is right? Love I mean. You love Sammy, don’t you? Cause if this is just some sort of experiment then…”
“Of course I love Sam!” Brooke interrupted. “After everything we’ve been through together, all the times she’s been there for me, hell even the way she drives me insane by just being her, how could I not love Sam?”
“I was just checking. After all Sam is my best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend too.”
“You are, and when I see Sammy, I’ll have the same talk with her,” Harrison said with a wink. “Speaking of Sammy, tell me more about this kiss.”
Brooke flushed bright red before shaking her head. “You, Harrison John, are incorrigible.”
“You wouldn’t love me any other way,” he said before looking down at his watch. “Oo, I have to get going. Cherry Cherry is taking MC and me out for a steak dinner Texas style.”
“Yum, sounds interesting,” Brooke added before standing up to hug Harrison. “Thanks for being my shoulder Harry.”
“Anytime,” Harrison said, returning the embrace before he headed to the door. He stopped and turned around. “Oh, and Brooke, everything will work out just fine with Sam. You two are meant to be,” he said walking out of the classroom.
“Yes, you are.” Lily added walking into the room.
Brooke looked up sharply, surprised by Lily’s sudden presence. “What?”
“I was agreeing with Harrison. You and Sam are meant to be,” Lily said as she walked over to the blonde.
“How much of that did you hear?” Brooke asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Pretty much the whole thing, but don’t worry I already knew about everything. Well except for the kiss, Sam left that part out.”
“I figured Sam had told you guys. I mean why else would you and Carmen be avoiding me like I’ve been infected with the West Nile virus?”
“Yeah, and I have to say, you didn’t come off so good.”
“I’m not surprised. So what, now you’ve come to tell me what a bad person I am?” Brooke asked dourly.
“No, I’ve come to help you. You see Sam is upset, but I don’t think she’s really that upset. I think all she needs to see is that you weren’t reading it to be malicious or betray her trust. She needs to know your intentions were pure. And I think I know just the way.” Lily said with a sly smile.
They went over the plan for the next twenty minutes. Brooke wanted to make sure everything went off without a hitch. By the time they left the room she was feeling hopeful and a lot more confident. She took a deep breath and walked to her car. She had a lot of work to do. But first, she needed to call in a few favors.