TITLE: Oops...

AUTHOR: Majandra

Email: flavorlesschocolate@hotmail.com

PAIRING: S/B

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Blah blah woof woof, you know the dealio

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This, like "Over Harry-freaking-Potter" is based on something that actually happened in my life. "Oops..." occurred at school, in this past term. So here you go.

The sun shone down on the grass behind Kennedy High where a group of teenagers sat. It was one of those lovely lazy days where the schoolwork had been sparse and not challenging, and the air was too hot to do anything but sit and chat. That is exactly what this particular group was doing.

One of them had procured a number of cushions and blankets from somewhere, and everyone had sprawled gratefully over them, some with sweaters over their faces to block the sun.

Harrison and Josh chatted quietly to George and Sugar Daddy about various sports, while Carmen, Lily and Mary Cherry debated heatedly about the question of wearing fur. Brooke and Sam looked on in amusement, not actively participating but rather watching the debate as if it were a tennis match. In short, it was a good day.

Eventually the girls climbed out from under their makeshift sun coverings and the conversation drifted round to Bio and the Claw.

"I just don't understand why she's so intolerant," Lily remarked, fanning Carmen. "I mean, what is her childhood drama?"

Brooke nodded. "I totally agree." The lanky blonde was leaning against the wall of the building, her head resting on Sam's shoulder. Sam's arm was around Brooke's back, the hand resting protectively on Brooke's hip, her other hand lazily playing with Lily's hair. It was strange, yet strangely appropriate what a simple year had done in bringing the whole group closer.

Only Nicole was missing from the scene, and sadly, no one missed her. After her "accident" which had left Brooke in the hospital for two months and Sam with a broken leg, Nicole had been sent to boarding school. She was now called "Speed Racer", and the whole episode, when it was brought up at all, was "the Speed Racer incident." However, Sam and Brooke had become closer as a result of said incident, resulting in the current scene.

"Yo, I just think Claw needs to pop a couple chill pills. Homies, her shit be wack," was Sugar Daddy's sleepy contribution to the dialogue.

"Word," Josh mumbled, turning over.

"Well, if she ever tears into my Sammy again the way she did today, I'm going to have something to say about it," Brooke vowed.

"Thanks, babe," Sam replied affectionately. She'd had a rough time in Bio that day. Claw wouldn't, and seemingly couldn't, persecute Brooke. That left only one person at their table to bear the brunt of Claw's inevitable yet usually irrational daily wrath. Today had been particularly draining owing to the heat. Not really knowing or caring what she was doing, she snuggled into Brooke, loving the comfort that was coming from her new friend.

"Hey, did you guys see the latest episode of Charmed last night?" Carmen asked the group. There were numerous murmurs of either yes or no, and Carmen turned her attention to the yeses.

"Wasn't the bit with the fake Book of Shadows hilarious? Phoebe's like, oh, I hid the Book of Shadows, so I was expecting her to pull it out, and she pulls out this little crappy brown notebook, with CRAYON pictures? Now THAT was some funny shit!"

Sam cracked up laughing. "No, the funniest bit was the dialogue between Piper and Paige in the room. `You're driving me crazier than I already am!' That was hysterical!"

Brooke smiled. "I didn't get to see it, I was busy working on a project. I wanted to, though."

"Oh, I taped it for you, babe," Sam assured her. The look on Brooke's face went from disappointment that she had missed Charmed, to surprise and elation at Sam's thoughtfulness. She turned to place a kiss on Sam's cheek, to thank her, just as Sam was turning toward her to ask her something.

Their lips met in the middle.

They pulled away quickly, and almost busted a gut laughing. Well, it was funny! Stuff like that does not happen every day, and when it does, you have to see it for what it is, funny shit. So Sam and Brooke were almost crying with laughter, and were almost unable to gasp out what had happened to their clueless friends.

When they finally managed to share the joke, everyone had a good laugh. Mostly, they were taking their cue from Brooke and Sam, who were still in hysterics. Privately, several of the gang didn't really see how it was THAT funny. But they laughed anyhow.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Everyone groaned, and slowly piled the cushions on the blankets. Brooke volunteered to take them back, and started gathering the blankets up to carry them.

"I'll help you," Sam offered, and took up two corners of the blankets. Brooke smiled at her, and they began the trek to the supply closet that the things had been, uh, `acquired' from.

It was a fairly roomy supply closet. The two girls threw the pile to the back of the closet and brushed their hands off.

"Um, Sam? About earlier?" Brooke seemed kind of sheepish. Sam didn't really understand why.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, well, the thing is… I mean, the thing happened…"

"You mean we kissed?" Sam smiled, trying to help her.

"Yeah. So, um, the thing with that… that is to say… you didn't… FEEL anything, did you?"

"What if I did?" Sam's smile had gone from helpful to lustful. Brooke's face mirrored the look.

"Shut the door," she growled. Sam complied quickly, rushing back to the blonde and taking her in her arms. Again, their lips met in the middle. This time, however, there was nothing funny about it. Sam's lips parted hungrily and as their tongues touched, both moaned and tried to pull each other even closer.

As they broke apart, they smiled at each other once more.

"Oops," they said sarcastically, in perfect unison, and cracked up laughing.