One Crazy Night 1-2/22
Title: One Crazy Night
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG-13 for now, I guess...NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won't mind if I borrow them for a little while.
A/N: This is a futurefic, where Sam and Brooke are in college.
A/N2: Thoughts are in [ ]. And memories/flashbacks are in italics.
A/N3: Posted several places.
PART 1 -- Freshman Year
Chapter 1
Brooke’s head hurt. A lot. She could tell that light was streaming into her room, but she couldn’t quite face opening her eyes just yet. As she lay motionlessly on her bed, flashes of memory suddenly came streaming back to her...
Her hands entangling themselves into the long hair of the girl below her.
Their lips coming together, first with hesitation, then with passion.
Soft hands urgently pressing on Brooke’s shoulders, pushing her farther downwards...
[ Oh god. ]
Was it all a dream? Instantly, Brooke became aware of the fact that she was not alone in her bed. How could she have missed this very obvious bit of information?? Her heart racing, Brooke finally teased open her eyes, bracing for the sunlight and whatever else she might find.
[ Yes, there is definitely a girl in my bed, but I can’t quite see her face. And her shoulder is making a very comfortable pillow. And I’m half on top of her. And neither of us is wearing clothing. Shit. What’s going on?? ]
The stillness of the room was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a vibrating phone, sitting on top of Brooke’s desk. As quickly as she could, Brooke extracted herself from the arms wrapped around her and rushed across the small room, grabbing the phone before it could wake up her peaceful bedmate.
“Hello?” she whispered harshly into the phone.
“Brooke? Why are you whispering?” was the reply on the other end.
“Nic? Why are you calling so early?”
“Early? Brooke, it’s 12:30! You never sleep in this late. What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
Brooke whirled around to look at her clock. Sure enough, Nic was right. But her clock was sitting on the small table right next to her bed. Her bed that was not empty. Her bed that was occupied by -- she had been afraid to look, afraid to confirm her suspicions, but now she couldn’t help it -- occupied by Sam. Her step-sister. Her very naked step-sister.
[ Oh god. Not good. ]
Sam had rolled over onto her side, cuddling up with Brooke’s pillow. Brooke had just enough time to think about how cute Sam looked. Then she remembered that she too was naked, and she was still on the phone with Nic. Grabbing the bathrobe hanging on the back of her door, she quickly pulled it on and turned back away from Sam, while Nic practically yelled in her ear.
“Hellooooo?? Brooke, what the hell is going on?!”
“Um, sorry Nic. It’s just that, um, we had a party on the hall last night. And, um, yeah. I was up pretty late. And now my head really hurts. And I’m sure that, um, lots of other people on the hall are still sleeping too. And um, you know, walls are really thin here. So yeah, that’s why I’m, um, whispering.”
There was a slight pause. Brooke cringed, knowing that Nic wasn’t likely to buy her awkward explanation.
“That’s bullshit, McQueen.” Another pause, then, with excitement in her voice, “You slut! Who’s in your bed?? That’s why you’re acting all weird!”
“What?!” Brooke answered, louder than she meant to. She heard Sam start to stir behind her, but she refused to look back there. Returning back to whispering, she quickly went on, “No one is in my bed! Because right now, I’M not in my bed, and there is definitely no one else in there either.”
[ Don’t panic. Don’t panic. ]
“You are such a bad liar, Brookie. I’ve always told you that.” Brooke could practically hear the smirk that she just knew was spreading across Nic’s face.
“Look, Nic, this conversation has been lots of fun. But like you said, it’s late. And I have a lot of stuff to get done today, so I gotta go. But we’ll talk again later, sometime, okay? Great, bye!” And she hung up without waiting for an answer, and then immediately shut off her phone.
[ Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Hopefully Sam’s not awake yet, and then... And then what? We’re in my room, so it’s not like I can just leave. And what if she is awake? And I’m just standing here like an idiot, looking at my phone. ]
Slowly, Brooke turned around. Sam was sitting up in her bed, the sheets pulled up tightly to her chin. She just stared at Brooke with a definite deer-caught-in-headlights look. Brooke was sure that the look mirrored the one on her own face. They just stared at each other. Neither one daring to move.
Then Sam suddenly sprang into motion, jumping out of bed and grabbing the first bits of clothing she came across -- her own pants, but Brooke’s shirt, pulling it on inside out.
Brooke just watched the frantic action, unsure of what to do. Sam finally stood up fully, glancing briefly at Brooke’s stunned face, before her eyes continued sweeping the room, and she spoke her first words since waking up.
“Where’s my key to my room? I have to go.”
Grateful for something to do, Brooke also started looking around the room, her eyes finally landing on Sam’s keychain, halfway hidden under Brooke’s bra on the floor.
Reaching down to pick it up, she simply held it out to Sam, without saying anything. Sam grabbed the keys from her, mumbled what sounded vaguely like “Thanks,” and quickly left the room, leaving Brooke alone.
Brooke simply collapsed into the chair behind her and banged her head down on the desk.
[ What a great start to my day. ]
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Chapter 2
Sam and Brooke sat next to each other on the plane. Sam had managed to avoid Brooke for most of the day before, and she was pretty sure that Brooke was purposely avoiding her too. But now, seeing as how they were both flying across the country, each heading to the same exact house, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it.
So they sat uncomfortably. And said nothing.
[ This sucks. What am I supposed to do? Brooke won’t talk to me. Or maybe she’s just not talking to me because I’m not talking to her. But in order to find out if that’s true, I would have to talk to her. Which I really don’t want to do. I wonder what she’s thinking about right now. Damn it, why did we decide that going to the same college and living in the same dorm would be a good idea? This sucks. ]
For the hundredth-or-so time in the past few days, Sam tried to remember exactly what had happened on that Thursday, the last week before Winter break.
A smiling Brooke walked up to Sam’s table at the dining hall, where she sat eating lunch, looking over the latest edition of the school newspaper and making sure no typos were left in the final print. Sam looked up and couldn’t help but smile back. The girl’s obvious happiness was infectious.
Brooke walked right passed a surprised Sam, continuing around the table until she was standing behind her step-sister. Then she happily wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette, hugging her from behind, before finishing her trip around the table and sitting down across from Sam.
Sam smiled and raised one eyebrow in question, so Brooke explained, “Sorry, I just wanted to give you a hug, but didn’t want to make you get up, so I figured that this was the easiest, if somewhat roundabout solution.”
Sam just laughed in response. “You goofball. So what’s up?”
“I’m done! I am officially done with my first semester of college! I just handed in my last paper, and it’s probably a piece of crap, but I honestly don’t care anymore. So I’m done!”
“Hey, that’s great! Congrats!” And Sam proceeded to jump out of her chair, jog behind Brooke, hug her from behind, and then continue back to her own seat. Anyone watching the two friends would have thought they were somewhat insane. “Well we should celebrate! I took my last exam this morning, and our flight home isn’t until Saturday, so we totally have to have some fun tonight and make fun of our friends who are still working.”
“Actually that’s what I came over to talk to you about. Most of my hall is done early too, and it’s Charlie’s birthday, so we’re having a party. You totally have to come by and drink with us.”
Sam smiled. “Sounds like fun.”
[ And it had been a lot of fun. But how did it end with me waking up in Brooke’s bed on Friday morning? ]
Sam kept facing straight ahead, but glanced over so she could see Brooke out of the corner of her eye. The blonde had fallen asleep. Sam sighed, and allowed her thoughts to return back to that crazy night.
Sam watched Brooke dance with Charlie, the birthday boy. Brooke caught her eye and made a facial expression that made it obvious that she wasn’t very happy with the situation. Sam just grinned back at her, and laughed to herself.
[ That’s what you get, Princess, for being such a hottie. You always did tell me that being blonde and beautiful wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. ]
Then Sam noticed Katie, her roommate, and went over to join her. Katie had quickly become good friends with both Sam and Brooke. Together, the three of them had inspired the telling of quite a few jokes about, “a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.”
“Hey, Sam, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. Your sister seems to be having a great time with Charlie. That guy seriously needs to work on being less sleazy.”
“Seriously. And she’s my STEP-sister, not my sister.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You both keep telling me that, but I can just never seem to remember those extra four little letters. I mean, does it really matter?”
Sam considered the question, taking another swig of her drink, as she watched Brooke squeeze away from Charlie and make her way over to the keg.
“Damn, I’m not drunk enough for this party yet. My drink still tastes like shit. And yes, it does matter. Whether Brooke and I were at each other’s throats, or were actually friends, our relationship has never been exactly...sisterly.”
But soon Sam’s second drink turned into her sixth, and she no longer noticed the bad taste to the cheap alcohol. And before she quite knew how it had happened, she was dancing with Brooke. Brooke drunkenly draped her arms over Sam’s shoulders, as Sam clumsily placed her hands on Brooke’s waist and pulled their bodies together.
“Sammy, I just want you to know that I’m really really glad that we’ve become friends.”
Sam giggled. “I know, Brooke. You make a point of telling me that every time we get drunk.”
“Well it’s true! I mean, I eventually forgave Nic and everything, but ever since the accident, you’ve become the only person I can count on. The only person I really trust to always be there for me.”
Brooke leaned forward and softly kissed Sam on the forehead.
[ And then what? Then everything gets fuzzy. How did we get from dancing at the party, with so many people around...to standing in Brooke’s room, just the two of us? I honestly can’t remember how we got there. Does Brooke remember? What would happen if I asked her? But I can’t ask her! That would be way too embarrassing. So what else do I remember on my own? I remember kissing her. Lying down on her bed, pulling her on top of me. Flashes of us together. Was it good? I think it felt pretty good. And then waking up to her talking on the phone with Nicole, with Satan. I couldn’t handle it, I just had to get out of there. Shit! I can’t believe this happened, how the hell did this happen? ]
Sam groaned in frustration, waking up Brooke, who glanced over at her. Sam glanced back, before clenching her jaw and resolutely turning to look out the window. To look away from Brooke.
[ Well, it's going to be a long vacation. ]
A/N: I've actually already written this whole story, but to make it more exciting, I'm going to post new parts about once a week.
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG-13 for now, I guess...NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won't mind if I borrow them for a little while.
A/N: This is a futurefic, where Sam and Brooke are in college.
A/N2: Thoughts are in [ ]. And memories/flashbacks are in italics.
A/N3: Posted several places.
PART 1 -- Freshman Year
Chapter 1
Brooke’s head hurt. A lot. She could tell that light was streaming into her room, but she couldn’t quite face opening her eyes just yet. As she lay motionlessly on her bed, flashes of memory suddenly came streaming back to her...
Her hands entangling themselves into the long hair of the girl below her.
Their lips coming together, first with hesitation, then with passion.
Soft hands urgently pressing on Brooke’s shoulders, pushing her farther downwards...
[ Oh god. ]
Was it all a dream? Instantly, Brooke became aware of the fact that she was not alone in her bed. How could she have missed this very obvious bit of information?? Her heart racing, Brooke finally teased open her eyes, bracing for the sunlight and whatever else she might find.
[ Yes, there is definitely a girl in my bed, but I can’t quite see her face. And her shoulder is making a very comfortable pillow. And I’m half on top of her. And neither of us is wearing clothing. Shit. What’s going on?? ]
The stillness of the room was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a vibrating phone, sitting on top of Brooke’s desk. As quickly as she could, Brooke extracted herself from the arms wrapped around her and rushed across the small room, grabbing the phone before it could wake up her peaceful bedmate.
“Hello?” she whispered harshly into the phone.
“Brooke? Why are you whispering?” was the reply on the other end.
“Nic? Why are you calling so early?”
“Early? Brooke, it’s 12:30! You never sleep in this late. What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
Brooke whirled around to look at her clock. Sure enough, Nic was right. But her clock was sitting on the small table right next to her bed. Her bed that was not empty. Her bed that was occupied by -- she had been afraid to look, afraid to confirm her suspicions, but now she couldn’t help it -- occupied by Sam. Her step-sister. Her very naked step-sister.
[ Oh god. Not good. ]
Sam had rolled over onto her side, cuddling up with Brooke’s pillow. Brooke had just enough time to think about how cute Sam looked. Then she remembered that she too was naked, and she was still on the phone with Nic. Grabbing the bathrobe hanging on the back of her door, she quickly pulled it on and turned back away from Sam, while Nic practically yelled in her ear.
“Hellooooo?? Brooke, what the hell is going on?!”
“Um, sorry Nic. It’s just that, um, we had a party on the hall last night. And, um, yeah. I was up pretty late. And now my head really hurts. And I’m sure that, um, lots of other people on the hall are still sleeping too. And um, you know, walls are really thin here. So yeah, that’s why I’m, um, whispering.”
There was a slight pause. Brooke cringed, knowing that Nic wasn’t likely to buy her awkward explanation.
“That’s bullshit, McQueen.” Another pause, then, with excitement in her voice, “You slut! Who’s in your bed?? That’s why you’re acting all weird!”
“What?!” Brooke answered, louder than she meant to. She heard Sam start to stir behind her, but she refused to look back there. Returning back to whispering, she quickly went on, “No one is in my bed! Because right now, I’M not in my bed, and there is definitely no one else in there either.”
[ Don’t panic. Don’t panic. ]
“You are such a bad liar, Brookie. I’ve always told you that.” Brooke could practically hear the smirk that she just knew was spreading across Nic’s face.
“Look, Nic, this conversation has been lots of fun. But like you said, it’s late. And I have a lot of stuff to get done today, so I gotta go. But we’ll talk again later, sometime, okay? Great, bye!” And she hung up without waiting for an answer, and then immediately shut off her phone.
[ Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Hopefully Sam’s not awake yet, and then... And then what? We’re in my room, so it’s not like I can just leave. And what if she is awake? And I’m just standing here like an idiot, looking at my phone. ]
Slowly, Brooke turned around. Sam was sitting up in her bed, the sheets pulled up tightly to her chin. She just stared at Brooke with a definite deer-caught-in-headlights look. Brooke was sure that the look mirrored the one on her own face. They just stared at each other. Neither one daring to move.
Then Sam suddenly sprang into motion, jumping out of bed and grabbing the first bits of clothing she came across -- her own pants, but Brooke’s shirt, pulling it on inside out.
Brooke just watched the frantic action, unsure of what to do. Sam finally stood up fully, glancing briefly at Brooke’s stunned face, before her eyes continued sweeping the room, and she spoke her first words since waking up.
“Where’s my key to my room? I have to go.”
Grateful for something to do, Brooke also started looking around the room, her eyes finally landing on Sam’s keychain, halfway hidden under Brooke’s bra on the floor.
Reaching down to pick it up, she simply held it out to Sam, without saying anything. Sam grabbed the keys from her, mumbled what sounded vaguely like “Thanks,” and quickly left the room, leaving Brooke alone.
Brooke simply collapsed into the chair behind her and banged her head down on the desk.
[ What a great start to my day. ]
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Chapter 2
Sam and Brooke sat next to each other on the plane. Sam had managed to avoid Brooke for most of the day before, and she was pretty sure that Brooke was purposely avoiding her too. But now, seeing as how they were both flying across the country, each heading to the same exact house, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it.
So they sat uncomfortably. And said nothing.
[ This sucks. What am I supposed to do? Brooke won’t talk to me. Or maybe she’s just not talking to me because I’m not talking to her. But in order to find out if that’s true, I would have to talk to her. Which I really don’t want to do. I wonder what she’s thinking about right now. Damn it, why did we decide that going to the same college and living in the same dorm would be a good idea? This sucks. ]
For the hundredth-or-so time in the past few days, Sam tried to remember exactly what had happened on that Thursday, the last week before Winter break.
A smiling Brooke walked up to Sam’s table at the dining hall, where she sat eating lunch, looking over the latest edition of the school newspaper and making sure no typos were left in the final print. Sam looked up and couldn’t help but smile back. The girl’s obvious happiness was infectious.
Brooke walked right passed a surprised Sam, continuing around the table until she was standing behind her step-sister. Then she happily wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette, hugging her from behind, before finishing her trip around the table and sitting down across from Sam.
Sam smiled and raised one eyebrow in question, so Brooke explained, “Sorry, I just wanted to give you a hug, but didn’t want to make you get up, so I figured that this was the easiest, if somewhat roundabout solution.”
Sam just laughed in response. “You goofball. So what’s up?”
“I’m done! I am officially done with my first semester of college! I just handed in my last paper, and it’s probably a piece of crap, but I honestly don’t care anymore. So I’m done!”
“Hey, that’s great! Congrats!” And Sam proceeded to jump out of her chair, jog behind Brooke, hug her from behind, and then continue back to her own seat. Anyone watching the two friends would have thought they were somewhat insane. “Well we should celebrate! I took my last exam this morning, and our flight home isn’t until Saturday, so we totally have to have some fun tonight and make fun of our friends who are still working.”
“Actually that’s what I came over to talk to you about. Most of my hall is done early too, and it’s Charlie’s birthday, so we’re having a party. You totally have to come by and drink with us.”
Sam smiled. “Sounds like fun.”
[ And it had been a lot of fun. But how did it end with me waking up in Brooke’s bed on Friday morning? ]
Sam kept facing straight ahead, but glanced over so she could see Brooke out of the corner of her eye. The blonde had fallen asleep. Sam sighed, and allowed her thoughts to return back to that crazy night.
Sam watched Brooke dance with Charlie, the birthday boy. Brooke caught her eye and made a facial expression that made it obvious that she wasn’t very happy with the situation. Sam just grinned back at her, and laughed to herself.
[ That’s what you get, Princess, for being such a hottie. You always did tell me that being blonde and beautiful wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. ]
Then Sam noticed Katie, her roommate, and went over to join her. Katie had quickly become good friends with both Sam and Brooke. Together, the three of them had inspired the telling of quite a few jokes about, “a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.”
“Hey, Sam, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. Your sister seems to be having a great time with Charlie. That guy seriously needs to work on being less sleazy.”
“Seriously. And she’s my STEP-sister, not my sister.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You both keep telling me that, but I can just never seem to remember those extra four little letters. I mean, does it really matter?”
Sam considered the question, taking another swig of her drink, as she watched Brooke squeeze away from Charlie and make her way over to the keg.
“Damn, I’m not drunk enough for this party yet. My drink still tastes like shit. And yes, it does matter. Whether Brooke and I were at each other’s throats, or were actually friends, our relationship has never been exactly...sisterly.”
But soon Sam’s second drink turned into her sixth, and she no longer noticed the bad taste to the cheap alcohol. And before she quite knew how it had happened, she was dancing with Brooke. Brooke drunkenly draped her arms over Sam’s shoulders, as Sam clumsily placed her hands on Brooke’s waist and pulled their bodies together.
“Sammy, I just want you to know that I’m really really glad that we’ve become friends.”
Sam giggled. “I know, Brooke. You make a point of telling me that every time we get drunk.”
“Well it’s true! I mean, I eventually forgave Nic and everything, but ever since the accident, you’ve become the only person I can count on. The only person I really trust to always be there for me.”
Brooke leaned forward and softly kissed Sam on the forehead.
[ And then what? Then everything gets fuzzy. How did we get from dancing at the party, with so many people around...to standing in Brooke’s room, just the two of us? I honestly can’t remember how we got there. Does Brooke remember? What would happen if I asked her? But I can’t ask her! That would be way too embarrassing. So what else do I remember on my own? I remember kissing her. Lying down on her bed, pulling her on top of me. Flashes of us together. Was it good? I think it felt pretty good. And then waking up to her talking on the phone with Nicole, with Satan. I couldn’t handle it, I just had to get out of there. Shit! I can’t believe this happened, how the hell did this happen? ]
Sam groaned in frustration, waking up Brooke, who glanced over at her. Sam glanced back, before clenching her jaw and resolutely turning to look out the window. To look away from Brooke.
[ Well, it's going to be a long vacation. ]
A/N: I've actually already written this whole story, but to make it more exciting, I'm going to post new parts about once a week.