DISCLAIMER: I don't own them… if I did there would have been kissing and such. This story is not intended for profit but simply to test my ability to create something I am happy with that others might enjoy.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have to thank ChicaFrom3, my amazingly talented beta, for coming to my rescue at the last minute so that I could submit a proper story. Somehow she managed to make sense of my wandering tense.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

Everything Changes
By Annette


Part 1

It was a day just like every other day…

Never in a million years did I think I'd ever start a story with a line like that. Well, technically this is my personal journal, but still, writing is my thing. But it really was a day just like every other day. I got up, showered and dressed, went downstairs for breakfast… said my good mornings to Mom and Mike, and sat down to eat. Then in came princess Brooke, all Mary sunshine…

"Good morning, everyone!"

Ugh, some days she just grates on my nerves. I mean, how can someone possibly be so chipper all the time? I often wondered if she was enhancing her mood with some illegal substance. Now that would make for a great headline. Cheerleader Caught Consuming Criminal Cheer.

"Hey, Sam, do you need a ride to school today?"

What! "Huh?" I certainly wasn't expecting that. What was she up to? "Um, I'm not really feeling masochistic this morning, Brooke, but thanks anyway."

"Jeez, Sam, I was just asking. Nicole is away for the week so you wouldn't have to see her."

"Yeah, but you'll still be there right?" I could have sworn I saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes as I said that. I wasn't sure because she turned away so quickly.

"Just forget about it. I don't know why I bother."

"Wait." Crap, I guessed I really should apologize. "That was totally uncalled for. I'm really sorry, Brooke, I thought you were feeding me to Satan."

"Well, we may not see eye to eye on a lot of things, Sam, but I would never do anything that horrible to you. And what you said was pretty mean, too."

"You're absolutely right, it was a pretty crappy thing to say. And as my punishment I will accompany you to school every day until Satan returns."

"Oh, so me chauffeuring you to school every day counts as punishment, huh? I think we need to come up with something a little harsher. Hmmm, let's see…"

"I know, you can let me out a block or two before school so no one has to know you're consorting with the enemy."

"Sam, you are not the enemy. We just see things differently, that doesn't make us enemies, does it?"

"Well, no, I guess not. But sometimes it feels a little like a war. It may not be you, but some of the things you let Satan say… sometimes I wish you'd at least try to reign her in."

"Yeah, she's made me cringe a time or two. I guess I really should try to curb her enthusiasm, and just deal with the fallout."

"Fallout? Yeah, I guess she'd attack the nearest available body. Look, just forget about it. It probably won't do anyone any good to ruffle her feathers."

"Well, I don't have to come right out and tell her to lay off, but I could try to dissuade her from some of her nonsense. So, ride?"

"Yeah, sure." Heh, who knew? "So, did we just have a civil conversation?"

"I guess we did. And look, we didn't instantaneously combust!"

So it seems that Sam and I have reached an understanding of sorts. She gets how I'm feeling pressured to keep up the popularity act. She gets that I'm in too deep to just stop cold turkey. I get that she's not as angry as she once was. I get that she doesn't really hate me, or my Dad. But most of all we both realize that we actually get along pretty well when we're by ourselves.

"Sam… hey, Sam." I walked up to the obviously engrossed brunette and peered over her shoulder trying to get a look at what she found so interesting. "Hey, what on earth are you writing about?"

Whoa! I expected that Sam would be startled but I never dreamed she would literally fly off the bed, slam her laptop shut, and start screaming at me.

"Jesus, Brooke. What the hell is your problem? Why are you sneaking around looking over my shoulder? It's none of your damn business what I'm writing!"

"Hey, ease up alright. I didn't actually read any of it," I replied as I stood, hands on hips, and stared at the fuming brunette. "Oh, and I was only calling your name out loud like ten times with no response. I had to come make sure you were still breathing."

"So the fact that my fingers were tapping on the keyboard wasn't enough of a hint? Try again, Brooke." Turning away Sam returned to her bed and tossed her laptop on it. "I guess you thought leaning over my shoulder staring at my screen would get my attention… as opposed to tapping me on the shoulder or something a bit more direct?"

"Look, Sam, I'm not gonna lie and pretend I'm not curious about what had you so captivated. I didn't think it was that big a deal. I mean you promised you wouldn't write any more exposés on the Glamazons… right?" My eyes widened, when I received no response to the question. "You're not… Sam, please."

"Hey, look it's not anything like that. I don't go back on my promises, Brooke. It's just private stuff, you know, like a journal kind of thing." Sitting on her bed again she looked up at me. "I'm sorry for freaking on you like that, but you've gotta understand… Writing is how I deal with things."

Walking over and sitting beside Sam, I placed my hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, too. I had no right trying to get a peak at what you were writing. I guess that's like reading your diary, huh?"

"My diary, if I had one, would be a lot less interesting," Sam replied with a chuckle. "Now yours on the other hand…"

"Don't even think about it, McPherson. You not getting your grubby little literary paws anywhere near my diary!"

Sam turned to me with a mock look of horror on her face. "Grubby literary paws! I'll show you grubby literary paws." And then she dove at me, pinning me to the bed.

"Aah, hey, stop… Sam, noooooo. Don't tickle me, no!" Oh God, I had to stop her. I was gonna wet myself!

I can't believe I went from being royally pissed at her to tickling her into hysterics. Jeez, she's a lot stronger than she looks. "Whoa there, Brooke." Wow, how on earth did she flip me on to my back! "Brooke, have you been lifting weights?"

"No, I just have to pee really badly!"

And with that she was bolting for the door. As I lay there chuckling I realized that I was really enjoying what just happened. Not just when I had the upper hand, but even those few seconds when she had me pinned. It felt interesting… in a weird kinda way. No time to dwell on it though, I've got to finish this chapter and get it posted on the LJ before midnight tonight.

"Hey, Sam, wanna watch a movie?"

"Sorry, I can't," I told her, pointing to my laptop. "I really want to get some more writing done." She really looked disappointed, so I made an offer I normally wouldn't dream of making. "Rain check?" It was truly a day of firsts in the McQueen/McPherson household.

"Sure! I'll leave you to your secret story. Can I read it when it's finished?"

Not likely! "We'll see."

I watch as she walks out and open Word to continue my story. I'm pretty sure Brooke wouldn't be so chummy if she read this story. Speaking of, where was I…

Alright, that seemed like as good a place as any to end this chapter. Definitely had to put some nookie in the next installment though.Hmmm… maybe I'll use that tickle scenario with Brooke only instead of her jumping up to run to the bathroom she starts sliding on my thigh – I mean Jo's thigh and Blair not Brooke – Jeez! Get it together, McPherson, the only one getting the girl here is Jo. Now, use the Facts of Life icon, and mood, hmmm, horny… Preview, looks good, update and log off, shut down and maybe I should do a little something about my mood.


Part 2

Brooke was moaning even louder now as I bit down on her nipple. God, she felt so good, so wet and warm. Her moans were getting louder and higher pitched as I slipped my hand between her legs. Suddenly the sound became unbearable and I sat up. What the… Aw crap! Freakin' alarm. Reaching over to turn off the offensive machine I flopped back down on the bed. I could hear the sound of the shower running and all I could picture now was a naked Brooke, and, of course, the dream I was just rudely awakened from. Which left me with only one choice.

I slipped my hand into my panties and began to stroke through the wetness I found there.

I had just finished showering and dressing and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. "Morning, Dad, Jane."

"Good morning, honey."

"Good morning, Brooke. Will Sam be down shortly?"

"Actually, Jane, I'm not sure. I'll run up and get her as soon as I finish my breakfast."

"Thanks, sweetheart."Jane smiled at me. "Sam has a habit of being late. She was even late for her own birth."

Chuckling at the oft-told tale, I carried my dish to the sink and made my way up the stairs to round up the tardy teen. Opening Sam's door, I was about to yell at her for still being in bed when I noticed that Sam was definitely not sleeping. I watched, mesmerized, as Sam's hand moved between her legs. I heard her moan and it snapped me out of my trance as I quickly and quietly closed the door. Oh my God! Oh my God! She was just… just… Oh my God! I can't go downstairs now, I… oh damn you Sam! I cursed her as I opened the door to my own room. Stepping inside I tried desperately to calm myself, but it wasn't working. Then I heard the shower turn on and automatically pictured a naked Sam stepping into it. Oh no, I can't do this, not now.

I quickly finished my shower, got dressed, and raced down into the kitchen to wolf down some breakfast.

"Hey, Mom! Hey Mike!" I greeted as I grabbed a Danish and poured myself some juice.

A chorus of "Good Morning Sams," was my answer.

Mom looked toward the stairs and then back at me. "Honey, have you seen Brooke? She went up to get you a little while ago and hasn't come back down."

"Really?" I said confusedly. "I didn't see her, but I'll run up and check her room." Getting up from my chair, I placed my dishes in the sink and made my way up the stairs.

I stood outside Brooke's door for a moment before I turned the knob and opened it. I certainly hoped Brooke came up while I was in the shower and not before that. Otherwise that meant she might have heard… Crap, talk about embarrassing! Pushing the door slowly opened I was greeted by the site of the cheerleader standing in front of her desk chair with one foot on the seat. Her skirt was pushed up and her arm was resting on her thigh. Although I couldn't see it I knew Brooke's hand was busily stroking between her legs. I continued to watch as she increased her movements, her head thrown back and a moan escaping her lips. I knew I'd better get out of there before Brooke saw me and so I reluctantly tore my eyes away and closed the door.

Guh… that was just so – hot! I can't believe… I mean I know everyone does it, hell, I just did it a few minutes ago, but Brooke. That was so… I've got to get out of here before she comes out, but that means I have to face the 'rentals. Pull it together, McPherson, just get down there and say you're gonna wait for Brooke outside. Yeah, that'll work. I made my way down the stairs and toward the front door when Mom spotted me.

"Sam, where's Brooke? And where are you going?" Mom looked at me with confusion.

"Oh, she's coming…" Yikes! "I mean, uh, she'll be right down. I'm just gonna wait for her outside."

I can't believe I just did that, but there was no way I was gonna make it through the day! And now I have to drive all the way to school sitting right next to Sam. Ugh, why did I have to ask her if she wanted a ride?

"Where's Sam?"

"Oh, Brooke, she just walked out the door. She's waiting for you outside." Placing her hand on my shoulder, Jane got my attention. "Sam's acting kind of strange this morning, could you keep your eye on her?"

"Uh, sure, no problem. See ya, bye, Dad." And with that I opened the door and exited the house. Seeing Sam on the other side of the car I called out, "Hey, Sam, let's roll."

Startled out of my musing I gasped, but quickly composed myself and got into the car. Not knowing what to do with what I just saw, and the fact that who I just saw doing it was sitting right next to me, I began to fidget in my seat. I needed to release (pun not actually intended) some tension so I turned toward Brooke. "So, Princess, what took you so long this morning? Were you up in your room having a quickie or something?'

Brooke's head snapped around and the car jerked to the right at my words.

"Whoa, watch the road, will ya!" I exclaimed as I tried to stay in my seat.

"Why did you say that, Sam!" Regaining control of the car Brooke continued to shout at me. "Are you nuts! I'm driving here."

"Hey, I was just kidding." I held both hands up in surrender. "But I think I may have struck a nerve. That's exactly what you were doing, wasn't it?"

"I was not!" Brooke shouted as her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"You so were!" I was enjoying flustering her and so I added, "Methinks she doth protest too much. Besides my Mom sent me up to see what was taking you so long."

The impact of what Sam just said took a moment to settle in to Brooke's brain. Oh my God… she saw me! "You… why didn't you knock?" Brooke screamed while trying to keep the car on the road.

"Hey now, I certainly wasn't expecting what was behind door number one, Princess. I figured you'd be playing with your make-up, not playing with your… self."

Staring agape at Sam, I quickly turned back to the road in embarrassment. I can't believe she saw me! She should have knocked! Recalling my own encounter in Sam's room earlier, I realized I had done the same thing to her. Yeah, but she doesn't know I saw her… hmmm. "Well, Ms. Glass House, you might want to rethink the stone throwing."

"What are you implying?" Oh no!

"It seems someone had a little trouble getting out of bed this morning?"

"Huh? Oh!" Crap, crap, crap. Swallowing audibly Sam turned back toward the front and stared out at the road through the windshield. "So, nice weather we're having."

Chuckling at the sudden change of topic I turned my full attention back to driving. The silence was unbearable and so I decided to turn on the radio. It seemed like a good idea, at least until I heard the song that was playing.

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself.*

Needless to say the radio was quickly turned off and the trip to school was completed in silence.

*Excerpt from the international hit single I Touch Myself by the Divinyls

To Be Continued

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