"FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT GODDAMN FUCK."

Apparently, there was something jarring to Brooke McQueen about waking up mostly naked and entwined with her half-sister-whom-she'd-been-lusting-after. Or at least it seemed that way to the half-sister-whom-she'd-been-lusting-after when Brooke jumped off of the bed with that flurry of excitement and terror.

"Mmmmmm... Screaming Brooke: The best alarm clock a girl could ask for..."

"Don't be so cheery, SamohgodohgodohgodwhatdidIdo?"

"Brooke..."

"MikeandJanewillfindoutandthey'regonnaohmygodIdon'tevenknowwhat, andthentheschoolOH GOD NICOLE CAN NEVER-"

"BROOKE!"

At Brooke's stunned silence, Sam sat up, pulling the covers and sending

"Brooke, I know your emotional roller coaster has probably hit the big hill and it's kind of cute and all, but I really think it's time for you to get off. Especially if you're going to put your hands up and scream about it this early in the morning. Calm down, come over here, and we'll figure something out."

Sam couldn't resist as Brooke blushed and retreated to the bed, so she grabbed the girl's waist and pulled her down into her lap, wrapping the fluffy comforter around the nervous girl's mostly nude figure.

"So."

"So."

"What do we do now?"

"Sam, you were the one who said 'let's figure this out'!"

"Well, I said 'let's', not me..."

Brooke smiled and laughed out, "You know what, I think I just got this morning off on the wrong foot. Let's go back to sleep, and wake up in an hour, and I'll say, 'Good morning, Beautiful!' and you'll sigh and kiss me senseless. Sound like a deal?"

"Only if I can have my sink back."

"I hate you."

"Love you, too."

(The end)
(You know what I really shouldn't have done? Made that, "Don't get my carpet wet!" joke. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ that was amazing.)