TITLE: Good Deeds
AUTHOR: Angelina
EMAIL: angelina2006@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Touchstone Television (I think)
SUMMARY: Nicole visits Sam in the newspaper office
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All feedback welcome.
"So when are you and I going to have our little interview? I love interviews. So intimate. Just the two of us, banging away, head to head."
Jack Nicholson's words from "The Witches of Eastwick" kept going through Sam's head as she tried to think of a subject she could interview Brooke about for the paper. She had finally come to accept that her obsession with the girl was not driven by hatred or jealousy or anything of that sort. In time she had realised that she was completely infatuated with Brooke McQueen. This could never, ever, be made public. Not only could she not handle the inevitable rejection from Brooke herself, she had a certain reputation to uphold as a member of the `unloved alternate' group. It wouldn't do for her to be lusting after the ringleader of the enemy forces.
Acceptance, however, did not bring peace of mind. Just because Sam had owned up to her feelings and come to a decision about them did not make them go away. So she decided that her daily Brooke fix would have to come from a combination of arguments, short bonding sessions and the occasional interview for the paper. Which she was desperately trying to devise at the moment. Possible topics had been thought of then rejected:
`What it's like to be the sexiest girl at Kennedy High' – a tad obvious, Sam thought.
`How it feels to be best friends with a psychopath' – unlikely to gain a response, unless it was a slap.
`Sure I'm blonde, and a cheerleader…but I'm not stupid.' – Hmmm, that might work. Brooke was always striving not to be pigeon-holed.
Just as Sam was about to start working out angles and possible questions, the door to the newspaper office burst open. Sam looked up and nearly fell of her chair in surprise when she saw Nicole Julian framed in the doorway. As quickly as the door had been opened it was closed and locked. Sam swallowed nervously as Nicole turned around to face her. This couldn't be good. Being in a locked room with a deranged cheerleader was never an ideal situation. Sam felt the intense desire to cower in the corner of the room as Nicole walked towards her – the trademark bulldog scowl firmly in place. Sam resisted the urge to make a break for it, all journalists have to go through trials in their lives, if hers was to be getting tortured by Nicole Julian so be it, at least it would be over while she was young. Nicole came to a halt in front of Sam and stood with her hands on her hips.
"Uh…did you want to see me about something?" Sam asked, trying to hold Nicole's stare even though it felt like her retinas were being incinerated.
"Yeah right Spam, like I'd be here because I want to be associating with you."
"OK" said Sam slowly, unsure of how to respond to that. "So…why are you here?"
"I'm here as a favour to my dear friend Brookie, believe me, I wouldn't be risking the humiliation of being seen in this little hack's office for anyone else." Nicole pursed her lips and continued to stare, with considerable venom, at Sam.
"Did Brooke want me for something?" Sam asked, trying to sound casual.
"You wish." Nicole narrowed her eyes at Sam, daring her to deny the implication contained within her short statement.
"I…uh…what do you mean?" Sam stuttered. But she could already feel the heat spreading across her cheeks and she knew that she was blushing.
"Look Spam, cut the crap, I've seen the way you look at her…it's enough to make me want to vomit – more than I already do."
"I don't look at her…I…she…"
"Yeah yeah yeah. You don't look at her. And I wear shoes from Payless."
Nicole moved closer to Sam who stood up to avoid falling backwards off the stool. And also it made her feel slightly more in control of the situation as she had a good few inches on the blonde. However, Nicole was not one to be intimidated by height and she advanced on Sam, backing her into the wall.
"Here's the deal Spam. I know that you have some kind of warped little crush on Brooke. Now if it'd been someone else I would have relished making you a public laughing stock. But to do that in this case would only lead to embarrassment and awkwardness for Brookie, and I won't have that. So I'm not going to expose you."
"You…you're not going to expose me?" Sam had given up on denial tactics. Nicole had obviously made her mind up and changing it was going to be a Herculean labour.
"No. Instead, I've decided to do my duty as a best friend and help you out."
"Help me out?" Sam repeated, completely confused at this unexpected turn of events.
"Look, if you're going to repeat every friggin word that comes out of my mouth this is going to take a while. And I don't want to be in here any longer than strictly necessary." Nicole looked around herself and shuddered. She could almost feel the unpopular vibes seeping into her skin.
"Right…so…what is it you want to do?"
"Well, obviously you're confused or whatever, looking at girls, wondering what it'd be like to kiss one yada yada. And of course Brooke is the ultimate specimen so you've latched onto her as your fantasy object."
Sam half-nodded in bewilderment, she just wanted this to be over and was willing to agree to whatever Nicole said as long as she left… quickly.
"OK then, well I've decided to let you get it out of your system by offering you the next best thing."
"The next bes…mmmph"
Whatever Sam was going to say was cut off as Nicole's lips crashed into her own. She tried to back away but she was already against the wall. Nicole had grabbed hold of her cheeks and was kissing her for all she was worth. Sam had no idea where to put her hands. She wavered between letting them hang by her sides and clasping them behind her back. Under no circumstances did she want to put them on Nicole as this might imply that she was a willing participant in this kiss. Of course, the fact that her tongue was in Nicole's mouth might already have given that impression. Nicole was a very good kisser. Sam supposed that's what came with being a whore. Practise makes perfect and all that. They continued to kiss for a moment longer.
When they parted they looked into one another's eyes. Nicole brought up a hand and dabbed at the edge of her lips, checking her lipstick wasn't smudged. Sam just stared at her in total shock. This was not something she had expected to happen…in fact she was sure it signalled the impending apocalypse.
"So…now you can stop wondering." Nicole said briskly. Then she turned on her designer heel and went to the door. She stopped just short of her destination. Slowly she turned back around.
"Hey Spam?"
"What Satan?"
"That was…OK…for a journalist."
Sam smiled. Nicole seemed to remember where she was and whom she was talking to. She quickly turned and left, slamming the door behind her. Sam stood, a finger tracing the outline of her lips. Well, that certainly had been an experience. Unfortunately, rather than make her Brooke cravings dissipate, it had only reinforced them. If that was the `next best thing', Sam shivered at the thought of the real deal. She shook her head in wonder. A new interview topic popped into her head.
"What was your good deed for the day?"
THE END
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