Chapter 2: An imperfect beginning
Last chapter:
Julian’s exit seemed to have brought a stunned Sam out of her reverie. Was she dreaming ou 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 a dit honestly still in shock at what she had done.
“What do toi mean toi 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 a dit seriously as she turned her attention back to her sketches.
“How is this not a date? toi just asked a guy out to dîner dude, how is that not a date? And for what it’s worth, I am really glad toi did that because seriously it’s about time,” Sam a dit 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 toi 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 toi and Julian. toi guys are so blind it’s ridiculous. I have never felt plus proud of toi than I did when toi finally asked him out,” Sam a dit 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 a dit evenly.
“And toi get your head out that denial of yours and face your feelings for once in your life. I am going accueil 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 minutes 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 il y a when friendly conversation turned into slight flirting and plus physical contact. No, they hadn’t kissed ou 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 par Lucas and Julian par Peyton, and she saw this as a perfect moment for the both of them to déplacer on with their lives and start fresh.
The attack had really changed her perspective of life and after the life Brooke had donné 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 par 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 a dit sarcastically as she walked out of the closet with a disheveled look on her face. Ever since Brooke came accueil 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 musique in her i-pod.
“Haha very funny. I just wanted to make sure toi weren’t suffocated par these mountains of clothes. It looks like your closet blew up in here,” Sam a dit 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 a dit 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 a dit as she sat on the little visible l’espace left on Brooke’s bed.
“No that’s okay, I can handle it par myself. toi go do whatever toi were doing before toi came here,” Brooke a dit 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 dîner doesn’t it? That’s why toi 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 toi okay? toi tell me what’s wrong and I won’t make any commentaires on your rendez-vous amoureux, date tonight with Julian,” Sam proposed with an innocent look on her face.
“How many times do I have to tell toi that it’s not a date? But alright fine, if I tell toi what’s wrong, you’re not going to make any smart commentaires about my date- not that it’s rendez-vous amoureux, date ou anything,” Brooke a dit 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 a dit hastily, throwing Sam a glare daring her to say anything. But did that stop her? Of course not.
“Why would toi care so much how toi look tonight? It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone ou anything,” Sam said, grinning mischievously.
“Sam I thought we had a deal here,” Brooke a dit frustrated.
“Hey, I am not saying anything. I mean you’ve a dit a thousand times that it’s not a date, so just wear anything. Wear sweats and a tank haut, retour au début for all I care, because like I said, you’re not trying to impress anyone,” Sam a dit 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 a dit sincerely.
“I know, I know, I just want an outfit that’s neither too informal nor too formal. Something in the between toi know. I want to wear something appealing toi know,” Brooke a dit 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 toi 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 précédant 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 toi bought last week with that red licou, halter haut, retour au début 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 toi what to wear. Something that would make toi look appealing to Julian. He’s going to l’amour it,” Sam a dit confidently, smiling slightly.
“How would toi know?” Brooke asked curiously.
“I have my sources,” Sam a dit mysteriously, “He’s a good guy Brooke and toi deserve a chance at happiness. I think it’s a perfect match.”
“Thanks Sam,” Brooke a dit gratefully.
“No problem. But toi might want to clean up this mess if you’re planning to give Julian a little tour of your bedroom tonight,” Sam a dit smirking as she walked out of the room leaving a spluttering Brooke behind.
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“So your rendez-vous amoureux, date should be here soon,” Sam a dit 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 a dit as she started making her way towards the door.
“Wait. What do toi mean you’re going to be leaving? Where are toi 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 accueil and be scarred for life,” Sam a dit seriously, her eyes twinkling in mirth.
“Samantha Walker nothing like that will happen tonight. And toi should have told me that toi were going over to Lucas and Peyton’s. I was under the impression that toi 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, toi can go there for dinner, but I want toi back here par 11, okay? Julian will probably have left par them and I am really in no mood to sleep in an empty house,” Brooke a dit seriously.
“In my opinion, toi should let me sleepover at Peyton’s and toi invite Julian to spend the night here,” Sam a dit innocently.
But before Brooke could answer, they were interrupted par the shrill ringing of the doorbell.
“Oh look your boyfriend’s here. Why don’t toi open the door while I go get my stuff,” Sam a dit 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 toi to keep all your smart commentaires to yourself,” Brooke a dit 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 haut, retour au début two buttons undone. He had on neatly pressed black pantalon, pantalons sport 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 a dit handing her a single red rose that he was carrying behind his back.
“Oh thank you. It’s beautiful,” Brooke a dit extremely touched par his kind gesture.
“Aww isn’t this cute,” Sam a dit smirking as she walked in to see Brooke stroking the rose lightly while Julian stood suivant to her his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
“Oh look the ice Queen is here,” Julian a dit sarcastically, “I was just wondering why it was so peaceful in here, and then I realized that it was because toi weren’t here.”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re not on my liste of favoris either. But don’t worry, I am leaving you’ll get your peacefulness back very soon,” Sam shot back just as sarcastically.
“Where are toi running to this time?” Julian asked playfully.
“Oh just going to the suivant house who would take me in,” Sam a dit cryptically.
“Well that’s a shame, because I was under the impression that toi 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 a dit 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 toi Brooke?” Julian asked turning towards Brooke
“Contrary to your personal beliefs, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Sam a dit seriously before Brooke got a chance to reply
“Sam didn’t toi tell Peyton to be at her place par 8? You’re already 5 minutes late,” Brooke a dit intervening in the conversation for the first time.
“Yeah, yeah I am leaving. I can tell that my presence is no longer welcome,” Sam a dit sighing dramatically as she moved towards the door.
“Stop being such a drama queen,” Brooke a dit rolling her eyes, “I expect toi to be back par 11.”
“Al right fine if toi insist,” Sam a dit as she stepped outside, “Play nice toi guys, and try to keep it PG-13!” And with that, she was gone.
“Um what did she mean par that?” Julian asked confused.
“I have long donné up trying to figure out the words that come out of that girl’s mouth,” Brooke a dit seriously, wanting to strangle Sam. She had told her to keep her smart commentaires 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 toi go Part 2...I'll update the suivant chapter soon because it's already written and posté 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 ou 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 a dit honestly still in shock at what she had done.
“What do toi mean toi 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 a dit seriously as she turned her attention back to her sketches.
“How is this not a date? toi just asked a guy out to dîner dude, how is that not a date? And for what it’s worth, I am really glad toi did that because seriously it’s about time,” Sam a dit 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 toi 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 toi and Julian. toi guys are so blind it’s ridiculous. I have never felt plus proud of toi than I did when toi finally asked him out,” Sam a dit 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 a dit evenly.
“And toi get your head out that denial of yours and face your feelings for once in your life. I am going accueil 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 minutes 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 il y a when friendly conversation turned into slight flirting and plus physical contact. No, they hadn’t kissed ou 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 par Lucas and Julian par Peyton, and she saw this as a perfect moment for the both of them to déplacer on with their lives and start fresh.
The attack had really changed her perspective of life and after the life Brooke had donné 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 par 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 a dit sarcastically as she walked out of the closet with a disheveled look on her face. Ever since Brooke came accueil 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 musique in her i-pod.
“Haha very funny. I just wanted to make sure toi weren’t suffocated par these mountains of clothes. It looks like your closet blew up in here,” Sam a dit 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 a dit 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 a dit as she sat on the little visible l’espace left on Brooke’s bed.
“No that’s okay, I can handle it par myself. toi go do whatever toi were doing before toi came here,” Brooke a dit 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 dîner doesn’t it? That’s why toi 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 toi okay? toi tell me what’s wrong and I won’t make any commentaires on your rendez-vous amoureux, date tonight with Julian,” Sam proposed with an innocent look on her face.
“How many times do I have to tell toi that it’s not a date? But alright fine, if I tell toi what’s wrong, you’re not going to make any smart commentaires about my date- not that it’s rendez-vous amoureux, date ou anything,” Brooke a dit 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 a dit hastily, throwing Sam a glare daring her to say anything. But did that stop her? Of course not.
“Why would toi care so much how toi look tonight? It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone ou anything,” Sam said, grinning mischievously.
“Sam I thought we had a deal here,” Brooke a dit frustrated.
“Hey, I am not saying anything. I mean you’ve a dit a thousand times that it’s not a date, so just wear anything. Wear sweats and a tank haut, retour au début for all I care, because like I said, you’re not trying to impress anyone,” Sam a dit 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 a dit sincerely.
“I know, I know, I just want an outfit that’s neither too informal nor too formal. Something in the between toi know. I want to wear something appealing toi know,” Brooke a dit 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 toi 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 précédant 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 toi bought last week with that red licou, halter haut, retour au début 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 toi what to wear. Something that would make toi look appealing to Julian. He’s going to l’amour it,” Sam a dit confidently, smiling slightly.
“How would toi know?” Brooke asked curiously.
“I have my sources,” Sam a dit mysteriously, “He’s a good guy Brooke and toi deserve a chance at happiness. I think it’s a perfect match.”
“Thanks Sam,” Brooke a dit gratefully.
“No problem. But toi might want to clean up this mess if you’re planning to give Julian a little tour of your bedroom tonight,” Sam a dit smirking as she walked out of the room leaving a spluttering Brooke behind.
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“So your rendez-vous amoureux, date should be here soon,” Sam a dit 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 a dit as she started making her way towards the door.
“Wait. What do toi mean you’re going to be leaving? Where are toi 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 accueil and be scarred for life,” Sam a dit seriously, her eyes twinkling in mirth.
“Samantha Walker nothing like that will happen tonight. And toi should have told me that toi were going over to Lucas and Peyton’s. I was under the impression that toi 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, toi can go there for dinner, but I want toi back here par 11, okay? Julian will probably have left par them and I am really in no mood to sleep in an empty house,” Brooke a dit seriously.
“In my opinion, toi should let me sleepover at Peyton’s and toi invite Julian to spend the night here,” Sam a dit innocently.
But before Brooke could answer, they were interrupted par the shrill ringing of the doorbell.
“Oh look your boyfriend’s here. Why don’t toi open the door while I go get my stuff,” Sam a dit 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 toi to keep all your smart commentaires to yourself,” Brooke a dit 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 haut, retour au début two buttons undone. He had on neatly pressed black pantalon, pantalons sport 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 a dit handing her a single red rose that he was carrying behind his back.
“Oh thank you. It’s beautiful,” Brooke a dit extremely touched par his kind gesture.
“Aww isn’t this cute,” Sam a dit smirking as she walked in to see Brooke stroking the rose lightly while Julian stood suivant to her his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
“Oh look the ice Queen is here,” Julian a dit sarcastically, “I was just wondering why it was so peaceful in here, and then I realized that it was because toi weren’t here.”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re not on my liste of favoris either. But don’t worry, I am leaving you’ll get your peacefulness back very soon,” Sam shot back just as sarcastically.
“Where are toi running to this time?” Julian asked playfully.
“Oh just going to the suivant house who would take me in,” Sam a dit cryptically.
“Well that’s a shame, because I was under the impression that toi 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 a dit 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 toi Brooke?” Julian asked turning towards Brooke
“Contrary to your personal beliefs, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Sam a dit seriously before Brooke got a chance to reply
“Sam didn’t toi tell Peyton to be at her place par 8? You’re already 5 minutes late,” Brooke a dit intervening in the conversation for the first time.
“Yeah, yeah I am leaving. I can tell that my presence is no longer welcome,” Sam a dit sighing dramatically as she moved towards the door.
“Stop being such a drama queen,” Brooke a dit rolling her eyes, “I expect toi to be back par 11.”
“Al right fine if toi insist,” Sam a dit as she stepped outside, “Play nice toi guys, and try to keep it PG-13!” And with that, she was gone.
“Um what did she mean par that?” Julian asked confused.
“I have long donné up trying to figure out the words that come out of that girl’s mouth,” Brooke a dit seriously, wanting to strangle Sam. She had told her to keep her smart commentaires 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 toi go Part 2...I'll update the suivant chapter soon because it's already written and posté up on fanfiction.net! So please, please Rate and leave a review =]
