TITLE: Love Letters
AUTHOR: Jos Mous
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters, I’m not making any profit, blahblahblah…
PAIRINGS: Sam/Harrison; Brooke/Harrison
NOTE: This will probably be just a one-shot. I might continue it if the mood strikes me, but better not count on it. Oh, and Harrison-fans: Don’t read this. Really. I mean it.
Sam was sitting in the Palace living room, her laptop on her lap, typing furiously away at an article for the Zapruder Reporter. Or at least, that was what she was supposed to be doing. What she was really doing was staring at some indeterminate point somewhere behind her laptop screen and occasionally typing “Harrison”.
In short, Sam was a new inhabitant of Cloud 9.
She wasn’t entirely sure how it happened and, right now, also didn’t have enough brain power to figure it out in an objective manner. They had just been friends and then there had been that… moment and he kissed her and, well, that was it. And it was right. This was… this was meant to be, really. She had said so too. Several times even. OK, she had said so in writing, but that counted as well.
Sam slowly, gently, drifted back down to earth and noticed that her article wasn’t proceeding very smoothly. Nevertheless, she smiled as she read what the screen mainly displayed.
And so Sam drifted up and down in the little pink cloud that was her life right now.
At that point, Brooke entered the living room, a huge grin plastered all over her face and carrying some piece of paper in her hands. Sam barely noted her presence, her mind being firmly occupied with someone else.
“Sam, I’m in heaven,” Brooke announced dramatically.
“Hmm,” said Sam, not having heard the sentence.
“I got this letter, see, and it’s just so beautiful, that I… Sam, I think I’m in love.”
“That’s nice,” said Sam’s mouth with no co-operation from Sam’s brain.
“Here I’ll read it to you. It’s just so wonderful, I… I really have to share…”
Brooke started reading the letter out loud, but Sam didn’t hear it. At least, not consciously. Her subconscious, however, was hearing it loud and clear and was now knocking on the door to get Sam’s attention. Sam ignored that too. She couldn’t be bothered thinking about that kind of thing now that she and Harrison were in love. Sam’s subconscious grew more agitated and finally kicked in the door, snapping Sam back into reality.
“That’s my letter!” Sam shouted.
“What?” said Brooke, looking up.
“That’s my letter!” Sam shouted again. “I wrote it.”
“No you didn’t,” said Brooke. “Harrison wrote it especially for me.”
“Harrison!?” Sam shouted. “That bastard! He’s been using me! I’m going to rip his throat out!”
“Sam, that’s nonsense,” said Brooke patiently. “You didn’t write that letter. You’re not the kind of person to write letters like this.”
“Hell, yes I am!” Sam shouted.
“If you did, recite the next line then.”
Sam recited the next line.
Brooke’s face fell. She looked at the letter again and read it once more.
“You wrote this?” she asked hesitantly.
“I did,” said Sam darkly, having changed her address from Cloud 9 to Vengeful Hellbringer Street 21. “And I’m going to make Harrison very sorry for that.”
“So… you wrote all those… beautiful words,” Brooke said, having more trouble with changing gears than Sam did.
“I am so going to make him wish he was never born.”
“It’s a very beautiful letter, Sam,” said Brooke.
Sam looked at Brooke. The blonde looked decidedly confused. She also looked something other than confused, which only added to the confusion.
“Those words weren’t meant for you Brooke,” Sam pointed out.
“What? Oh! Oh, yeah, I know. Right,” said Brooke quickly. Then she too managed to get to grips with reality again. “Think you and I should sort of get revenge on Harrison?”
“A joint effort, you mean?” Sam said. “Could be worth it.”
Brooke grinned. “And I think I have just the right idea.”
It was the next day, after school and Harrison was excited. Brooke had received his love letter and had been very impressed by it, just like he had expected. It was a very good letter after all. So, completely in the line of expectation, Brooke had walked up to him just before lunch and had told him to wait in the Biology classroom after school. The blonde cheerleader had not only said that, but had also said it in a voice that left little to the imagination of what was about to transpire. And if, for some inconceivable reason, it didn’t work out with Brooke, he could always go back to Sam.
Yeah, Harrison had it made.
The door to the Biology classroom opened and Brooke stepped inside. She closed
the door and leaned against it.
“I got your letter,” she whispered, smiling.
A few very pleasant sensations travelled down Harrison’s spine and then to the front.
“Did you like it?”
“It was wonderful,” said Brooke, in the same husky tone of voice.
“I worked on it for hours, you know,” said Harrison. “I wanted to get everything just right.”
With a nice flick of her shoulders, Brooke stopped leaning against the door and walked slowly over to Harrison. When she reached him, he was practically hopping up down with excitement. Brooke leaned forward, her lips hovering mere inches above Harrison’s.
“You got all the words just right, Harrison,” she said softly. “They spoke to my very soul. So it’s probably a real pity that you didn’t write them, is it?”
“What?” said Harrison.
Brooke stepped back and wandered towards the middle of the room. “The words were beautiful, Harrison. They just weren’t yours.”
“Yes they were,” said Harrison desperately. “They came from my very heart. I meant every last word of them.”
The door to the classroom opened again. This time, Sam entered.
“The words came from her, didn’t they Harrison?” Brooke said. “Her pen, her heart, her soul that spoke to mine.”
“Yes, but…” Harrison started.
Brooke walked over to Sam and kissed her slowly and sensuously. After a while, they started moaning softly. Normally, Harrison would have been very happy to see such a sight. But now really wasn’t one of those occasions. Sam and Brooke stopped kissing and simultaneously turned their heads to look at Harrison.
“You know, Harrison, I really should thank you,” said Sam. “Your little ploy was damn stupid and only a total moron would have figured it would work, but…” she smiled. “At least now, I won’t have to settle for the consolation prize. Won’t I, Brooke?”
“Oh no,” said Brooke. “You have me.”
Sam and Brooke smiled at each other, then at Harrison.
“Bye Harrison,” said Brooke.
“Thanks for getting us together,” said Sam.
And then the girls left the classroom, leaving Harrison all alone to wallow in self-pity.
The doors to Kennedy High flung open and two girls burst outside, laughing loud.
“Did you see the look on his face?” Brooke asked.
“How could I miss it?” Sam said.
“Sam, you were brilliant.”
“Me? You did most of it. You deserve all the credit.”
“No, really. We did it together. You were brilliant.”
“OK, fine, I was brilliant. But you were a complete genius.”
“Thanks. Hey, you know, I think Harrison actually thought he was going to get away with it.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t believe I actually fell for him in the first place.”
“But at least now, all is well.”
“You bet it is. Well, I guess it’s time to head home. Coming?”
“Nah,” said Brooke. “I’m meeting with Nicole in the mall, so I fear I won’t be able to give you a ride.”
“Pity,” said Sam. “Well, I can always walk, I guess. Later, Brooke.”
Brooke waited until Sam had left the school grounds and had walked out of sight. The blonde reached for her back pocket and produced a by now very rumpled letter. She unfolded it, smoothed it a little and read it again. Then she thought about the kiss.
A small internal voice, that sounded a lot like Nicole, said: “Don’t go there Brookie.”
And Brooke answered: “Too late.”
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