(Just to clear some things up: this story takes place right after Sam goes to live with her birth mother, nothing later has happened. As of right now, Sam is still with her mother; Julian & Brooke aren't together, etc. Also, I understand that Brooke seemed to come off as rude in chapter one, and I apologize, but that will all be cleared up in this chapter. Thanks for reading!)

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Chapter Two

Jenna –

When Brooke got back in the car, she threw a bag at me. "What's this?" I asked.

"Some clothes to get you started;" She replied, driving down the road. "We'll go home, get you situated, and get you something good to eat, let you rest. Then tomorrow we'll start shopping."

"Brooke…" I began, "I… I really appreciate you taking me in; you didn't have to do that. But I… I really don't need all this stuff."

"Jenna, can I tell you something?" She asked, looking in the back to see Sam sleeping.

"Sure, I guess."

"Did you know that Sam lived with me before she found her birth mother?"

"No. She never said it was you, she just said that some woman took her in and changed her life." I said, watching the houses go by.

Brooke smiled a bit when I said that, "Well, that was me. She was, and still is, like my daughter. But my point is, I'd do anything for her, Jenna. Anything… and I mean that. You're a friend of Sam's; therefore, I'd do anything for you too."

I nodded in understanding and tried to smile. Who was this woman?

"And also… about earlier, I want to apologize for snapping at you," She started.

"Brooke, really, it's fine."

"No it's not. But I just… I need you to understand… you and Sam remind me so much of myself when I was your age; I never had people that cared either. So when I try to help… and I try as much as I can… and when I understand how hard it is to actually accept that help… it kills me. I just want to make it better. Tough love is just a way I've learned to cope after Sam left. I'm sorry if I upset you."

I didn't know how to respond to that. So the rest of the ride was silent.

Sam –

By the way they were talking, I figured they thought I was asleep; which quite frankly, I wish I was. I hadn't slept in about a week. Rebecca wasn't at all the person she claimed to be. She was never home, never left food in the fridge, and not once asked my how I was. Which to be honest was horrible. I missed Brooke like crazy, even though we talked every day and I visited her once a week. I was actually on my way to come talk to her about a serious decision I had made when I found Jenna. I guess that conversation would have to wait a while.

I was on my way to finally finding sleep when I heard my name come up, and I stiffened.

"Did you know that Sam lived with me before she found her birth mother?"

"No. She never said it was you, she just said that some woman took her in and changed her life."

"Well, that was me. She was, and still is, like my daughter. But my point is, I'd do anything for her, Jenna. Anything… and I mean that. You're a friend of Sam's; therefore, I'd do anything for you too."

Maybe that conversation wouldn't have to wait too much longer…

Brooke –

When we finally pulled up to the house, I reached back to wake Sam up, not even realizing that she was already awake. "Hey, have a good nap?" I asked.

She nodded and started to get out of the car. I turned to Jenna, "Ready?"

She looked up at the house, then the bag in her hands, then at me, and repeated the actions three times before taking a deep breath and nodding.

"Come on, it's not that bad, I promise." I smiled at her, getting out of the car.

Sam had already used her key to open the door, and by the time Jenna and I got through the door, Sad had already gotten a pop and sandwich from the fridge.

"Weren't hungry, were ya?" I joked, setting my purse on the counter.

"Me? Nah," She laughed, kicking her shoes off and spreading out on the couch. I smiled seeing this. I missed her so much it hurt sometimes.

Jenna was still standing in the doorway holding her bag, and looking around like a lost puppy. "Come on Jenna, you can just set the bag down, I'll get it later. You hungry?"

She shook her head and Sam snorted, "J, I know you're hungry. Brooke can't cook, but she orders a mean pizza!"

I tried to glare at Sam, but it was the truth so I couldn't help but smile when she turned her head and grinned at me. "Pizza it is."

After the pizza was ordered, I gave Jenna the tour of the house. "And this right here is your room, if you want it."

I waited quietly while she took in the room. I had just got done decorating it. The walls were a light green, with flower pattered accents. The bed was white and orange, and it was very girlie, yet edgy at the same time. It had originally been Peyton's room, and I had just got done updating it a little.

Actually, I updated the whole house. Sam didn't know it yet, but I redecorated her room too, and I was really hoping she was going to like it. Her room was the same color as Jenna's but with black accents, and black bedding. It fit her style to a tee.

"It's… beautiful, Brooke. Thank you." Jenna smiled.

I smiled back, "No problem, Jenna."

The pizza finally arrived and we sat around the living room in our pajamas. (I lent Jenna a pair until we went shopping,)

"Hey Brooke…" Sam started, chewing on her bottom lip, which she does when she gets nervous.

"Yeah Sam?"

"Can I… can I ask you something?"

"Sure Sam, anything." I replied, setting my piece of pizza on the box.

"Can I move back in with you?"