Chapter 2: An imperfect beginning
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Julian’s exit seemed to have brought a stunned Sam out of her reverie. Was she dreaming or had Brooke actually asked Julian out on a date?
Turning towards Brooke with a shocked face, she asked, “What the hell was that Brooke?”
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“I don’t know,” Brooke said honestly still in shock at what she had done.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asked rolling her eyes, “You just asked the guy out on a date. You’ve got to know what you’re doing.”
“Okay one, I wasn’t thinking, and it just came out. And second, it’s not a date,” Brooke said seriously as she turned her attention back to her sketches.
“How is this not a date? You just asked a guy out to jantar dude, how is that not a date? And for what it’s worth, I am really glad you did that because seriously it’s about time,” Sam said playfully as Brooke’s head snapped back up at her words.
“I repeat it’s not a date. It’s just two friends getting together for dinner, and what do you mean it’s about time?” Brooke asked quirking her eyebrows.
“Pshhh, it is about time. The whole world knows that there is something going on between you and Julian. You guys are so blind it’s ridiculous. I have never felt mais proud of you than I did when you finally asked him out,” Sam said enthusiastically.
“Whoa slow down kiddo. You’re going way ahead of yourself. There is nothing going on between Julian and me, and I don’t see anything happening either. So get your head out of that la la land of yours and get back to reality,” Brooke said evenly.
“And you get your head out that denial of yours and face your feelings for once in your life. I am going início and when you’re ready to be honest with yourself and the rest of the world talk to me,” Sam snapped and without another word she walked out of the store leaving a stunned Brooke behind.
Denial? Her? Yeah. Right.
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On the way home, Sam replayed the conversation she had with Brooke only a couple of minutos ago. She felt horrible for snapping at Brooke, but at the same time she couldn’t believe how blind both her and Julian were being. After the attack, they had become significantly closer, and it didn’t take long for everyone to realize that beneath the friendship façade, there was big pot of chemistry brewing between the couple. Sam had noticed this a week atrás when friendly conversation turned into slight flirting and mais physical contact. No, they hadn’t kissed or anything, but there was definitely a closeness between them that passed the boundary of friendship.
Sam had been elated when she had noticed these slight but sure signs of flirtations. She was finally seeing Brooke happy after a long time and she couldn’t be happier about the fact that the guy inciting those feelings in her was none other Julian. Julian and her had become really close in the past two weeks and she had started seeing him as a father figure, as a person that she could depend on and who wanted to see her happy. He was the only person after Brooke that she could actually trust and open up to.
She knew that both of them had been romantically hurt in the past. Brooke por Lucas and Julian por Peyton, and she saw this as a perfect moment for the both of them to mover on with their lives and start fresh.
The attack had really changed her perspective of life and after the life Brooke had given her, all she wanted was for her to be happy once again. She wanted to see a glimpse of the bubbly, carefree girl she had seen her foster mother to be in her yearbook photos.
And she really believed that Julian could bring her out of that shell she had cast around herself. He had proven himself to be worthy so far, and por now Sam had no doubt about his intentions.
That was why she had been so happy when she heard Brooke ask Julian for dinner, and so pissed when Brooke told her that it meant nothing. She wanted to shake Brooke and make her come to her senses to see what was standing right in front of her.
Looking up Sam saw in surprise that she was standing in front of her house. Even though her mind was completely on Brooke and Julian, her feet had somehow led her home.
Sighing, Sam jogged across the driveway and stopped in front of the door. Unlocking the door with her key, she walked inside and as she closed the door behind her she vowed to herself that she would bring Brooke out of her denial even if it was the last thing she did.
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6 o’ clock in Brooke’s house
“What the hell is going in here?” Sam asked incredulously as she walked inside Brooke’s bedroom to see clothes all over the place, and Brooke cursing under her breath in her closet.
“Oh look who’s finally talking to me,” Brooke said sarcastically as she walked out of the closet with a disheveled look on her face. Ever since Brooke came início 3 hours ago, Sam hadn’t spoken a word to her. Even though Brooke had tried to strike a conversation a couple of times, all her efforts had gone in vain, because all Sam had done in response was increase the already blaring música in her i-pod.
“Haha very funny. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t suffocated por these mountains of clothes. It looks like your closet blew up in here,” Sam said looking around with a look of distaste on her face.
“No, no the closet didn’t blow up. I am just having some issues that’s all,” Brooke said tiredly as she ran a hand through her cropped hair.
“Yeah, I can tell. Mind telling me what’s wrong, maybe I can help you,” Sam said as she sat on the little visible o espaço left on Brooke’s bed.
“No that’s okay, I can handle it por myself. You go do whatever you were doing before you came here,” Brooke said distractedly as she eyed the mess around her room.
“Oh I get it. This has got something to do with your date- I mean your friendly jantar doesn’t it? That’s why you won’t tell me?” Sam asked smirking.
“Sam, this is not the time,” Brooke groaned, wishing that Sam wasn’t so quick sometimes.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll make a deal with you okay? You tell me what’s wrong and I won’t make any comments on your encontro, data tonight with Julian,” Sam proposed with an innocent look on her face.
“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not a date? But alright fine, if I tell you what’s wrong, you’re not going to make any smart comments about my date- not that it’s encontro, data or anything,” Brooke said quickly at the amused look on Sam’s face.
“Cross my heart,” Sam promised as she looked expectantly at her foster mother’s face.
“Okay, see this is the thing. I can’t decide what to wear tonight,” Brooke said hastily, throwing Sam a glare daring her to say anything. But did that stop her? Of course not.
“Why would you care so much how you look tonight? It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone or anything,” Sam said, grinning mischievously.
“Sam I thought we had a deal here,” Brooke said frustrated.
“Hey, I am not saying anything. I mean you’ve said a thousand times that it’s not a date, so just wear anything. Wear sweats and a tank topo, início for all I care, because like I said, you’re not trying to impress anyone,” Sam said rolling her eyes. She knew she had Brooke just where she wanted her to be.
“While that may be true, I still don’t want to look like a troll. I want to look good for myself, it that such a crime now?” Brooke asked.
“You always look good Brooke. Every outfit in your closet looks gorgeous on you,” Sam said sincerely.
“I know, I know, I just want an outfit that’s neither too informal nor too formal. Something in the between you know. I want to wear something appealing you know,” Brooke said softly.
“Why?” Sam probed gently. She was very close to getting the confession out of Brooke. She knew Brooke was going to break very soon.
“I don’t know. I have been thinking about what you said, and I have no idea what I am feeling. I don’t know if I like Julian, but there is something there. Something that’s getting harder and harder for me to ignore as the days go by. This is all new to me, with all my anterior boyfriends it was attraction at first sight, but this is so new, so different that it scares the crap out of me,” Brooke confessed slowly.
“Wear those new black jeans you bought last week with that red cabeçada topo, início I got you,” Sam instructed.
“What?” Brooke asked surprised. She had just confessed to Sam what she had wanted to hear all day, and all she got in reply was what to wear.
“I am telling you what to wear. Something that would make you look appealing to Julian. He’s going to amor it,” Sam said confidently, smiling slightly.
“How would you know?” Brooke asked curiously.
“I have my sources,” Sam said mysteriously, “He’s a good guy Brooke and you deserve a chance at happiness. I think it’s a perfect match.”
“Thanks Sam,” Brooke said gratefully.
“No problem. But you might want to clean up this mess if you’re planning to give Julian a little tour of your bedroom tonight,” Sam said smirking as she walked out of the room leaving a spluttering Brooke behind.
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“So your encontro, data should be here soon,” Sam said conversationally as Brooke came downstairs ready for her date.
“Yeah he should be. He has proven himself to be pretty punctual in the past,” Brooke replied.
“Okay then, I guess I shall be leaving,” Sam said as she started making her way towards the door.
“Wait. What do you mean you’re going to be leaving? Where are you going?” Brooke asked quickly.
“I am going to Peyton and Lucas’s house for dinner. I might even stay the night there because I really don’t want to come início and be scarred for life,” Sam said seriously, her eyes twinkling in mirth.
“Samantha Walker nothing like that will happen tonight. And you should have told me that you were going over to Lucas and Peyton’s. I was under the impression that you would be eating with us,” Brooke reprimanded.
“Well I really don’t want to be the third wheel. And Peyton and Lucas are babysitting Jamie tonight too, so when Peyton invited me, I decided why the hell not,” Sam explained.
“Al right fine, you can go there for dinner, but I want you back here por 11, okay? Julian will probably have left por them and I am really in no mood to sleep in an empty house,” Brooke said seriously.
“In my opinion, you should let me sleepover at Peyton’s and you invite Julian to spend the night here,” Sam said innocently.
But before Brooke could answer, they were interrupted por the shrill ringing of the doorbell.
“Oh look your boyfriend’s here. Why don’t you open the door while I go get my stuff,” Sam said as she turned around to pick up her small duffel.
“Look Sam, I am going to go open the door, and when Julian comes in, I want you to keep all your smart comments to yourself,” Brooke said severely as she went to open the door.
“Hey,” Julian greeted from the other side. He was wearing a light blue button up with the topo, início two buttons undone. He had on neatly pressed black calças, calças compridas and his hair was neatly brushed back. Running her eyes across his torso, Brooke had to admit that he looked great.
“Hey,” Brooke smiled back, “Come on in.”
“Thanks. Oh and this is for you,” Julian said handing her a single red rose that he was carrying behind his back.
“Oh thank you. It’s beautiful,” Brooke said extremely touched por his kind gesture.
“Aww isn’t this cute,” Sam said smirking as she walked in to see Brooke stroking the rose lightly while Julian stood seguinte to her his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
“Oh look the ice queen is here,” Julian said sarcastically, “I was just wondering why it was so peaceful in here, and then I realized that it was because you weren’t here.”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re not on my list of favoritos either. But don’t worry, I am leaving you’ll get your peacefulness back very soon,” Sam shot back just as sarcastically.
“Where are you running to this time?” Julian asked playfully.
“Oh just going to the seguinte house who would take me in,” Sam said cryptically.
“Well that’s a shame, because I was under the impression that you would be joining us tonight,” Julian said.
“Yeah so was I,” Brooke muttered under her breath.
“Nah, change of plans. And anyways, I really don’t want to be here,” Sam said as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
“Should I be offended? I really don’t think I am bad company. Brooke doesn’t think I am bad company, do you Brooke?” Julian asked turning towards Brooke
“Contrary to your personal beliefs, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Sam said seriously before Brooke got a chance to reply
“Sam didn’t you tell Peyton to be at her place por 8? You’re already 5 minutos late,” Brooke said intervening in the conversation for the first time.
“Yeah, yeah I am leaving. I can tell that my presence is no longer welcome,” Sam said sighing dramatically as she moved towards the door.
“Stop being such a drama queen,” Brooke said rolling her eyes, “I expect you to be back por 11.”
“Al right fine if you insist,” Sam said as she stepped outside, “Play nice you guys, and try to keep it PG-13!” And with that, she was gone.
“Um what did she mean por that?” Julian asked confused.
“I have long given up trying to figure out the words that come out of that girl’s mouth,” Brooke said seriously, wanting to strangle Sam. She had told her to keep her smart comments to herself, but she just had to say anything and everything that came to her mind.
The night hadn’t even started and it was already turning out to be a disaster.
A/N Well here you go Part 2...I'll update the seguinte chapter soon because it's already written and posted up on fanfiction.net! So please, please Rate and leave a review =]
Last chapter:
Julian’s exit seemed to have brought a stunned Sam out of her reverie. Was she dreaming or had Brooke actually asked Julian out on a date?
Turning towards Brooke with a shocked face, she asked, “What the hell was that Brooke?”
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“I don’t know,” Brooke said honestly still in shock at what she had done.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asked rolling her eyes, “You just asked the guy out on a date. You’ve got to know what you’re doing.”
“Okay one, I wasn’t thinking, and it just came out. And second, it’s not a date,” Brooke said seriously as she turned her attention back to her sketches.
“How is this not a date? You just asked a guy out to jantar dude, how is that not a date? And for what it’s worth, I am really glad you did that because seriously it’s about time,” Sam said playfully as Brooke’s head snapped back up at her words.
“I repeat it’s not a date. It’s just two friends getting together for dinner, and what do you mean it’s about time?” Brooke asked quirking her eyebrows.
“Pshhh, it is about time. The whole world knows that there is something going on between you and Julian. You guys are so blind it’s ridiculous. I have never felt mais proud of you than I did when you finally asked him out,” Sam said enthusiastically.
“Whoa slow down kiddo. You’re going way ahead of yourself. There is nothing going on between Julian and me, and I don’t see anything happening either. So get your head out of that la la land of yours and get back to reality,” Brooke said evenly.
“And you get your head out that denial of yours and face your feelings for once in your life. I am going início and when you’re ready to be honest with yourself and the rest of the world talk to me,” Sam snapped and without another word she walked out of the store leaving a stunned Brooke behind.
Denial? Her? Yeah. Right.
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On the way home, Sam replayed the conversation she had with Brooke only a couple of minutos ago. She felt horrible for snapping at Brooke, but at the same time she couldn’t believe how blind both her and Julian were being. After the attack, they had become significantly closer, and it didn’t take long for everyone to realize that beneath the friendship façade, there was big pot of chemistry brewing between the couple. Sam had noticed this a week atrás when friendly conversation turned into slight flirting and mais physical contact. No, they hadn’t kissed or anything, but there was definitely a closeness between them that passed the boundary of friendship.
Sam had been elated when she had noticed these slight but sure signs of flirtations. She was finally seeing Brooke happy after a long time and she couldn’t be happier about the fact that the guy inciting those feelings in her was none other Julian. Julian and her had become really close in the past two weeks and she had started seeing him as a father figure, as a person that she could depend on and who wanted to see her happy. He was the only person after Brooke that she could actually trust and open up to.
She knew that both of them had been romantically hurt in the past. Brooke por Lucas and Julian por Peyton, and she saw this as a perfect moment for the both of them to mover on with their lives and start fresh.
The attack had really changed her perspective of life and after the life Brooke had given her, all she wanted was for her to be happy once again. She wanted to see a glimpse of the bubbly, carefree girl she had seen her foster mother to be in her yearbook photos.
And she really believed that Julian could bring her out of that shell she had cast around herself. He had proven himself to be worthy so far, and por now Sam had no doubt about his intentions.
That was why she had been so happy when she heard Brooke ask Julian for dinner, and so pissed when Brooke told her that it meant nothing. She wanted to shake Brooke and make her come to her senses to see what was standing right in front of her.
Looking up Sam saw in surprise that she was standing in front of her house. Even though her mind was completely on Brooke and Julian, her feet had somehow led her home.
Sighing, Sam jogged across the driveway and stopped in front of the door. Unlocking the door with her key, she walked inside and as she closed the door behind her she vowed to herself that she would bring Brooke out of her denial even if it was the last thing she did.
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6 o’ clock in Brooke’s house
“What the hell is going in here?” Sam asked incredulously as she walked inside Brooke’s bedroom to see clothes all over the place, and Brooke cursing under her breath in her closet.
“Oh look who’s finally talking to me,” Brooke said sarcastically as she walked out of the closet with a disheveled look on her face. Ever since Brooke came início 3 hours ago, Sam hadn’t spoken a word to her. Even though Brooke had tried to strike a conversation a couple of times, all her efforts had gone in vain, because all Sam had done in response was increase the already blaring música in her i-pod.
“Haha very funny. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t suffocated por these mountains of clothes. It looks like your closet blew up in here,” Sam said looking around with a look of distaste on her face.
“No, no the closet didn’t blow up. I am just having some issues that’s all,” Brooke said tiredly as she ran a hand through her cropped hair.
“Yeah, I can tell. Mind telling me what’s wrong, maybe I can help you,” Sam said as she sat on the little visible o espaço left on Brooke’s bed.
“No that’s okay, I can handle it por myself. You go do whatever you were doing before you came here,” Brooke said distractedly as she eyed the mess around her room.
“Oh I get it. This has got something to do with your date- I mean your friendly jantar doesn’t it? That’s why you won’t tell me?” Sam asked smirking.
“Sam, this is not the time,” Brooke groaned, wishing that Sam wasn’t so quick sometimes.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll make a deal with you okay? You tell me what’s wrong and I won’t make any comments on your encontro, data tonight with Julian,” Sam proposed with an innocent look on her face.
“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not a date? But alright fine, if I tell you what’s wrong, you’re not going to make any smart comments about my date- not that it’s encontro, data or anything,” Brooke said quickly at the amused look on Sam’s face.
“Cross my heart,” Sam promised as she looked expectantly at her foster mother’s face.
“Okay, see this is the thing. I can’t decide what to wear tonight,” Brooke said hastily, throwing Sam a glare daring her to say anything. But did that stop her? Of course not.
“Why would you care so much how you look tonight? It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone or anything,” Sam said, grinning mischievously.
“Sam I thought we had a deal here,” Brooke said frustrated.
“Hey, I am not saying anything. I mean you’ve said a thousand times that it’s not a date, so just wear anything. Wear sweats and a tank topo, início for all I care, because like I said, you’re not trying to impress anyone,” Sam said rolling her eyes. She knew she had Brooke just where she wanted her to be.
“While that may be true, I still don’t want to look like a troll. I want to look good for myself, it that such a crime now?” Brooke asked.
“You always look good Brooke. Every outfit in your closet looks gorgeous on you,” Sam said sincerely.
“I know, I know, I just want an outfit that’s neither too informal nor too formal. Something in the between you know. I want to wear something appealing you know,” Brooke said softly.
“Why?” Sam probed gently. She was very close to getting the confession out of Brooke. She knew Brooke was going to break very soon.
“I don’t know. I have been thinking about what you said, and I have no idea what I am feeling. I don’t know if I like Julian, but there is something there. Something that’s getting harder and harder for me to ignore as the days go by. This is all new to me, with all my anterior boyfriends it was attraction at first sight, but this is so new, so different that it scares the crap out of me,” Brooke confessed slowly.
“Wear those new black jeans you bought last week with that red cabeçada topo, início I got you,” Sam instructed.
“What?” Brooke asked surprised. She had just confessed to Sam what she had wanted to hear all day, and all she got in reply was what to wear.
“I am telling you what to wear. Something that would make you look appealing to Julian. He’s going to amor it,” Sam said confidently, smiling slightly.
“How would you know?” Brooke asked curiously.
“I have my sources,” Sam said mysteriously, “He’s a good guy Brooke and you deserve a chance at happiness. I think it’s a perfect match.”
“Thanks Sam,” Brooke said gratefully.
“No problem. But you might want to clean up this mess if you’re planning to give Julian a little tour of your bedroom tonight,” Sam said smirking as she walked out of the room leaving a spluttering Brooke behind.
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“So your encontro, data should be here soon,” Sam said conversationally as Brooke came downstairs ready for her date.
“Yeah he should be. He has proven himself to be pretty punctual in the past,” Brooke replied.
“Okay then, I guess I shall be leaving,” Sam said as she started making her way towards the door.
“Wait. What do you mean you’re going to be leaving? Where are you going?” Brooke asked quickly.
“I am going to Peyton and Lucas’s house for dinner. I might even stay the night there because I really don’t want to come início and be scarred for life,” Sam said seriously, her eyes twinkling in mirth.
“Samantha Walker nothing like that will happen tonight. And you should have told me that you were going over to Lucas and Peyton’s. I was under the impression that you would be eating with us,” Brooke reprimanded.
“Well I really don’t want to be the third wheel. And Peyton and Lucas are babysitting Jamie tonight too, so when Peyton invited me, I decided why the hell not,” Sam explained.
“Al right fine, you can go there for dinner, but I want you back here por 11, okay? Julian will probably have left por them and I am really in no mood to sleep in an empty house,” Brooke said seriously.
“In my opinion, you should let me sleepover at Peyton’s and you invite Julian to spend the night here,” Sam said innocently.
But before Brooke could answer, they were interrupted por the shrill ringing of the doorbell.
“Oh look your boyfriend’s here. Why don’t you open the door while I go get my stuff,” Sam said as she turned around to pick up her small duffel.
“Look Sam, I am going to go open the door, and when Julian comes in, I want you to keep all your smart comments to yourself,” Brooke said severely as she went to open the door.
“Hey,” Julian greeted from the other side. He was wearing a light blue button up with the topo, início two buttons undone. He had on neatly pressed black calças, calças compridas and his hair was neatly brushed back. Running her eyes across his torso, Brooke had to admit that he looked great.
“Hey,” Brooke smiled back, “Come on in.”
“Thanks. Oh and this is for you,” Julian said handing her a single red rose that he was carrying behind his back.
“Oh thank you. It’s beautiful,” Brooke said extremely touched por his kind gesture.
“Aww isn’t this cute,” Sam said smirking as she walked in to see Brooke stroking the rose lightly while Julian stood seguinte to her his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
“Oh look the ice queen is here,” Julian said sarcastically, “I was just wondering why it was so peaceful in here, and then I realized that it was because you weren’t here.”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re not on my list of favoritos either. But don’t worry, I am leaving you’ll get your peacefulness back very soon,” Sam shot back just as sarcastically.
“Where are you running to this time?” Julian asked playfully.
“Oh just going to the seguinte house who would take me in,” Sam said cryptically.
“Well that’s a shame, because I was under the impression that you would be joining us tonight,” Julian said.
“Yeah so was I,” Brooke muttered under her breath.
“Nah, change of plans. And anyways, I really don’t want to be here,” Sam said as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
“Should I be offended? I really don’t think I am bad company. Brooke doesn’t think I am bad company, do you Brooke?” Julian asked turning towards Brooke
“Contrary to your personal beliefs, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Sam said seriously before Brooke got a chance to reply
“Sam didn’t you tell Peyton to be at her place por 8? You’re already 5 minutos late,” Brooke said intervening in the conversation for the first time.
“Yeah, yeah I am leaving. I can tell that my presence is no longer welcome,” Sam said sighing dramatically as she moved towards the door.
“Stop being such a drama queen,” Brooke said rolling her eyes, “I expect you to be back por 11.”
“Al right fine if you insist,” Sam said as she stepped outside, “Play nice you guys, and try to keep it PG-13!” And with that, she was gone.
“Um what did she mean por that?” Julian asked confused.
“I have long given up trying to figure out the words that come out of that girl’s mouth,” Brooke said seriously, wanting to strangle Sam. She had told her to keep her smart comments to herself, but she just had to say anything and everything that came to her mind.
The night hadn’t even started and it was already turning out to be a disaster.
A/N Well here you go Part 2...I'll update the seguinte chapter soon because it's already written and posted up on fanfiction.net! So please, please Rate and leave a review =]
