Brooke's Twisted Fate

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Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, no profit, blah blah blah. You get the point

Chris places Brooke back in the driver’s seat and gets out of the car.
“Chris!” she yells climbing out of her car and running over to Chris. “What was that? You just leave me.”
“Well, Brooke Davis, I’m going into my house and going to bed.” he replies. “And I don’t know about you.”
“Well, I’m wondering what in the hell you are doing!” Brooke yells standing on the sidewalk watching Chris walk to the door. “We are kissing then all of a sudden you bail. What’s up with that?”
“I have rehearsal tomorrow. Need sleep.” Chris replies continuing into his place.
Brooke slowly walks back over to the driver’s side and gets into the car. What the fuck was that? she thought to herself. He is all over me, and then he bails. This was a new thing for Brooke. No guy has ever bailed on Brooke Davis. Every guy wants to nail her. Chris wasn’t different from every guy she laid her eyes on. She thought that was what Chris wanted, just to nail her. Why? she thought again. That question would continue to run through her thoughts until she saw Chris again. She drove home and went to sleep.

The next morning Brooke awoke to a kiss. “Ah!” she screamed jumping out of bed. Chris!” she scolded. “What are you fucking doing here?”
“Thought I would swing by and give the beautiful Brooke Davis a kiss.
“And scare me shitless.” she added in a displeasing tone.
“Shirtless?” Chris questions. “Chris Keller loves shirtless.”
“Get out.” Brooke yells pointing to the door and shoeing him.
“But…” Chris started to say but was interrupted by Brooke.
“Just get out, Keller.” Brooke yells raising her voice.
Chris moved to the door and exited before Brooke started throwing things. Then about a minute later, there was a knock on the door. Brooke moved to the door and opens it saying, “What do you want? Oh it’s you again.”
“My guitar is in there.” Chris said pointing to the guitar case. “Can I get it?”
“I don’t know.” Brooke snapped. “I awake to a kiss from what I thought was a rapist, but it turns out to be you. But the fact that you had the balls to come here after last night. That’s what really fries my balls. Please explain this to me.”
“Brooke I really need my guitar.” Chris pleaded.
Brooke walked over to his guitar and slowly picked it up. “Here.” she says throwing it at him.
“Easy on the goods.” Chris says catching the guitar. “This baby is worth money.”
“So?” Brooke questions him with her pissed off look.
Chris stares at her for a moment before he leans in for a kiss.
“What the fuck?” Brooke asks getting more pissed. “No. You are not going to kiss me. Not after all of this shit.”
“You want me to though.” he replies.
“No.” Brooke says crossing her arms.
Chris leans in a kisses her before she can say a word.
Brooke gives in at this point and moves her hands to his head. She runs them though his hair as they move to the couch. “Damn you, Chris.” she says in between kisses.
Chris drops his guitar beside the couch. “Brooke, I really have to go.” he says putting space in between their moist lips.
“Seriously!” Brooke says sitting down on the couch. Throwing her arms out to her sides, she says, “What the fuck is this? I mean seriously.”
“If I didn’t have rehearsal I would stay.” Chris says squatting to her level and grabbing her arms with both of his hands. He stands up kisses her on her forehead and walks to the door.