Author: angel0wonder PM
Brooke and Rachel constantly fight. You'd almost think there was something going on between those two...Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Rachel G. & Brooke D. - Chapters: 14 - Words: 26,910 - Reviews: 88 - Favs: 63 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 03-21-08 - Published: 11-09-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3882743
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This is it peoples :(
Rachel's mind slowly became aware of the warmth that surrounded her. She breathed in a distinct smell that she has come to be familiar with and her eyelids fluttered open. A soft smile touched her lips when she saw Brooke's face merely an inch away from her own.
They each had their arms draped over the other with their fronts pressed together, curves melding them perfectly together. Brooke had draped her leg over Rachel's hip and kept her there in with vice grip. Rachel thought she looked absolutely adorable.
Rachel lovingly brushed Brooke's hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. Brooke stirred slightly and snuggled closer to her. The thought struck Rachel that she wanted to do something for Brooke. Something totally romantic, she decided.
After savoring their embrace for a few more minutes, Rachel reluctantly disentangled herself from the brunette as gently as she could.
Brooke was going to be totally romanced up.
Brooke banged on the cell's bars as hard as she could.
"Hello? Anybody out there?" She called desperately.
"I'm here, Brooke." she heard an angelic voice behind her. Brooke turned around and saw Rachel standing there in her Raven's cheerleader uniform.
"Rachel?" Brooke asked dumbly. Rachel smiled her angelic smile at her and the prison cell lit up. That was weird.
"I brought the ice cream, just like you wanted." Rachel said sweetly, pulling out a carton of ice cream from thin air.
"Chocolate flavored, yeah baby!" Peyton said, appearing out of nowhere then disappearing again. Brooke gave Rachel a 'WTF' look. Rachel shrugged her shoulder.
"It's your dream, not mine." Rachel said in a bored tone, brushing her angelic hair from her angelic shoulder.
"Well, I kind of figured it was dream since I wouldn't describe your skanky ass as anything angelic in real life." Brooke said sarcastically.
"Too bad your going to wake up before you put me to any good use." Rachel said in a angelic tone, giving Brooke a sympathetic look. Brooke eyed Rachel suspiciously for a moment.
"No thanks, I prefer the real thing anyways." she said finally, deciding angelic Rachel was creeping her out.
"The real thing, yeah baby!" Peyton said enthusiastically appearing out of thin air and vanishing as suddenly as she came. Brooke looked around in bewilderment.
"What the hell is Sawyer doing in my dream?"
Rachel smiled her creepy angelic smile before opening her mouth.
"Oh shit!" Rachel said, smile still in place. Brooke gave her a weirded out look.
"Okay, this dream is getting too weird, even for me." Brooke said holding up her hands.
"Where the fuck is the fire extinguisher!" Rachel yelled, louder this time.
"Shut up!" Brooke yelled at her.
"FUCKING STOVE!" Rachel yelled, sounding completely real this time.
Brooke jerked awake at the angry screams. She groggily tumbled out of bed and followed the loud ruckus as fast as she could manage in her hazy state.
When she got to the kitchen she became fully awake as she witnessed Rachel put out the last of the flames from the stove with a fire extinguisher. She stared in disbelief as Rachel lowered the extinguisher and gave the stove a hard kick with her right foot which made her yelp in pain and she started bouncing around holding her foot when she accidentally dropped the extinguisher which landed on her other foot.
Brooke covered her ears with her hands as Rachel screamed in pain then let out a stream of curses at the top of her lungs. Brooke removed her hands from her ears when Rachel went silent and rushed to her side.
"Oh my gosh, Rachel are you okay? Are you hurt?" Brooke asked removing the heavy extinguisher from her girlfriend's foot. Rachel hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes and gave Brooke an apologetic smile.
"Ow." Rachel whispered. Brooke helped Rachel lean against her and led her to a seat at the table. Rachel winced as Brooke examined her now clearly bruised foot.
"You crazy ass bitch, you scared me half to death." Brooke said sarcastically but tenderly. Rachel gave her an annoyed look.
"Were they evil?" Rachel asked suddenly, eyeing Brooke's form. Brooke looked at her in confusion before looking down at herself. She suddenly realized that in her morning rush she had forgotten to put on any clothes and was now completely naked.
"Well, if they prevented you from seeing me in all my glory, then yes; they were totally evil." Brooke quipped, referring to the clothes. Rachel gave her a saucy smile.
"I'm not complaining."
Brooke looked over her shoulder at the now blackened stove.
"Was it evil?" Brooke asked playfully. Rachel let out a sigh.
"Well, if it burned the romantic morning-after breakfast I was attempting to make you to a black crisp, then yes. It was totally evil." Rachel said going for a playful tone but failing miserably. Brooke looked upon the redhead and felt her love for Rachel swell at her words.
"I'm sorry I woke you. The stove probably committed suicide at the idea of me cooking." Rachel said, a smile gracing her lips. Brooke grabbed some ice from freezer and put them in a plastic bag. Kneeling down in front of Rachel she pressed the bag to her foot, causing Rachel to wince again.
"Thank you." Brooke said softly. Rachel raised an eyebrow at her.
"What are you talking about? I destroyed your breakfast." Rachel said as if Brooke missed what had happened. Brooke smiled a bit wider.
"You crushed your foot trying to do something nice for me. So I'm saying thank you." Brooke elaborated. Rachel's gaze softened as she heard the brunette.
"You're welcome. I guess." Rachel said, glancing back at the stove on the last part of her response. Neither of them spoke for a couple of minutes before Rachel spoke up.
"Brooke, you're going to have to put on some clothes or I'm going to take you on this kitchen table, injured foot or not." Rachel said seriously. Brooke rolled her eyes at her.
"Rachel Gatina: Horny even in the face of evil stoves and fire extinguishers."
Rachel scoffed at her.
"I'm sorry. That was so funny I forgot to laugh." Rachel deadpanned. They glared at each other for a moment.
"Have I said 'I love you' today?" Brooke asked. Rachel shook her head, pouting slightly.
"I love you." Brooke said leaning forward and covering Rachel's pouting lips with her own. They each pulled back and smiled adoringly at each other.
"I love you too." Rachel said before bringing their lips together again. The kiss became more heated as time pass and Brooke was practically in Rachel's lap, bag of ice forgotten.
Both girls jumped apart in surprise at the sudden interruption. Brooke groaned and started for the door.
"Damn people always interrupting when things get interesting!" she yelled at no one in particular. Rachel was going to point out she was about to answer the door in her birthday suit but was too late when Brooke yanked the door open anyways.
"What?" Brooke asked in an annoyed hurried tone. The woman on the other side blinked blankly at her before holding up a package and a clip board. Brooke snatched the clip board and signed it quickly before snatching the package as well. The woman popped her gum and walked away casually, as if a crazy naked lady had not just answered the door. Brooke closed the door behind her and shook her head.
"Who was it?" Rachel asked from her chair. Brooke walked back to her and plopped herself in a chair next to Rachel.
"It's a package."
"No shit, Sherlock." Rachel said laughing but was silenced by a glare from Brooke. The brown wrapping was ripped off the small bundle impatiently. It was a photo album. The cover spelled out "Brachel Moments".
"Why do I get the feeling Haley and Peyton are behind this?" Rachel said amusingly.
"Aren't they always?" Brooke answered. They both leaned over curiously as Brooke opened the photo album. They stared in awe as each page was turned, filled with pictures neither of them were aware were taken.
Brooke and Rachel on the cheer squad. Brooke and Rachel fighting. Brooke and Rachel smiling at each other. Brooke and Rachel stealing a kiss behind the bleachers. Rachel running away from the police in her underwear. Brooke and Rachel in jail, sleeping. Brooke and Rachel glaring at the camera, and many others. The last one feature Peyton and Haley grinning into the camera with a caption under it saying "We love you guys!"
"Those sneaky bitches." Brooke said shaking her head. "You'd think they had no lives."
Rachel laughed and pulled the album to her.
"I'm claim this one." she said pulling out one that featured Brooke flipping off the picture taker.
"Haley kept following me after practice with her camera, but I guess I was in a hurry to come home to you." Brooke said, chuckling slightly. Rachel laughed too and started looking through the book again. Brooke stood up in front of Rachel.
"I guess I should make us some coffee so we could pay a little visit to our stalking friends. And maybe put some clothes on. Maybe..."
"You're standing on my foot."
"Oops. Sorry babe."
"Naked ass whore. Bet you did that on purpose."
"Love you, babe."
"Love you more."
As much as things change, some things will always remain the same.
AN- It's been fun (sob). Thank you to all who reviewed, y'all know who you are :) Thanks for supporting my first OTH as well as first slash fic. If I inspired anyone to write their own Brachel story, then I've completed my goal.
A sequel is a definite maybe. Lol, don't want to say anything for certain but I'm seriously considering it.