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Ok, first time poster here and relatively new to the Popular fandom so please provide feedback if you could. I'd like to know what worked and what didn't so that I can edit and use this info in future chapters. Oh, and if you just really like it, tell me that too!

Title:Everything Changes
Pairing: Sam/Brooke (Jo/Blair)
Fandom: Popular (Facts of Life)
Rating: 18
Season/Spoilers: None
Acknowledgements:
I have to thank chicafrom3, my amazingly talented beta, for coming to my rescue at the last minute so that I could submit a proper story. Somehow she managed to make sense of my wandering tense. Also I’d like to invite one and all to visit my Facts of Life femslash community on LiveJournal at fol_fiction. Please have a look see, comment the authors/artists, and if you’re so inclined post some of your own stuff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them… if I did there would have been kissing and such. This story is not intended for profit but simply to test my ability to create something I am happy with that others might enjoy.
Summary: A story within a story
 
Part 1
 
It was a day just like every other day…
 
Never in a million years did I think I’d ever start a story with a line like that. Well, technically this is my personal journal, but still, writing is my thing. But it really was a day just like every other day. I got up, showered and dressed, went downstairs for breakfast… said my good mornings to Mom and Mike, and sat down to eat. Then in came princess Brooke, all Mary sunshine…
 
“Good morning, everyone!”
 
Ugh, some days she just grates on my nerves. I mean, how can someone possibly be so chipper all the time? I often wondered if she was enhancing her mood with some illegal substance. Now that would make for a great headline. Cheerleader Caught Consuming Criminal Cheer.
 
“Hey, Sam, do you need a ride to school today?”
 
What! “Huh?” I certainly wasn’t expecting that. What was she up to? “Um, I’m not really feeling masochistic this morning, Brooke, but thanks anyway.”
 
“Jeez, Sam, I was just asking. Nicole is away for the week so you wouldn’t have to see her.”
 
“Yeah, but you’ll still be there right?” I could have sworn I saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes as I said that. I wasn’t sure because she turned away so quickly.
 
“Just forget about it. I don’t know why I bother.”
 
“Wait.” Crap, I guessed I really should apologize. “That was totally uncalled for. I’m really sorry, Brooke, I thought you were feeding me to Satan.”
 
“Well, we may not see eye to eye on a lot of things, Sam, but I would never do anything that horrible to you. And what you said was pretty mean, too.”
 
“You’re absolutely right, it was a pretty crappy thing to say. And as my punishment I will accompany you to school every day until Satan returns.”
 
“Oh, so me chauffeuring you to school every day counts as punishment, huh? I think we need to come up with something a little harsher. Hmmm, let’s see…”
 
“I know, you can let me out a block or two before school so no one has to know you're consorting with the enemy.”
 
“Sam, you are not the enemy. We just see things differently, that doesn’t make us enemies, does it?”
 
“Well, no, I guess not. But sometimes it feels a little like a war. It may not be you, but some of the things you let Satan say… sometimes I wish you’d at least try to reign her in.”
 
“Yeah, she’s made me cringe a time or two. I guess I really should try to curb her enthusiasm, and just deal with the fallout.”
 
“Fallout? Yeah, I guess she’d attack the nearest available body. Look, just forget about it. It probably won’t do anyone any good to ruffle her feathers.”
 
“Well, I don’t have to come right out and tell her to lay off, but I could try to dissuade her from some of her nonsense. So, ride?”
 
“Yeah, sure.” Heh, who knew? “So, did we just have a civil conversation?”
 
“I guess we did. And look, we didn’t instantaneously combust!”
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
So it seems that Sam and I have reached an understanding of sorts. She gets how I’m feeling pressured to keep up the popularity act. She gets that I’m in too deep to just stop cold turkey. I get that she’s not as angry as she once was. I get that she doesn’t really hate me, or my Dad. But most of all we both realize that we actually get along pretty well when we’re by ourselves.
 
“Sam… hey, Sam.” I walked up to the obviously engrossed brunette and peered over her shoulder trying to get a look at what she found so interesting. “Hey, what on earth are you writing about?”
 
Whoa! I expected that Sam would be startled but I never dreamed she would literally fly off the bed, slam her laptop shut, and start screaming at me.
 
“Jesus, Brooke. What the hell is your problem? Why are you sneaking around looking over my shoulder? It’s none of your damn business what I’m writing!”
 
“Hey, ease up alright. I didn’t actually read any of it,” I replied as I stood, hands on hips, and stared at the fuming brunette. “Oh, and I was only calling your name out loud like ten times with no response. I had to come make sure you were still breathing.”
 
“So the fact that my fingers were tapping on the keyboard wasn’t enough of a hint? Try again, Brooke.” Turning away Sam returned to her bed and tossed her laptop on it. “I guess you thought leaning over my shoulder staring at my screen would get my attention… as opposed to tapping me on the shoulder or something a bit more direct?”
 
“Look, Sam, I’m not gonna lie and pretend I’m not curious about what had you so captivated. I didn’t think it was that big a deal. I mean you promised you wouldn’t write any more exposés on the Glamazons… right?” My eyes widened, when I received no response to the question. “You’re not… Sam, please.”
 
“Hey, look it’s not anything like that. I don’t go back on my promises, Brooke. It’s just private stuff, you know, like a journal kind of thing.” Sitting on her bed again she looked up at me. “I’m sorry for freaking on you like that, but you’ve gotta understand… Writing is how I deal with things.”
 
Walking over and sitting beside Sam, I placed my hand on her arm. “I’m sorry, too. I had no right trying to get a peak at what you were writing. I guess that’s like reading your diary, huh?”
 
“My diary, if I had one, would be a lot less interesting,” Sam replied with a chuckle. “Now yours on the other hand…”
 
“Don’t even think about it, McPherson. You not getting your grubby little literary paws anywhere near my diary!”
 
Sam turned to me with a mock look of horror on her face. “Grubby literary paws! I’ll show you grubby literary paws.” And then she dove at me, pinning me to the bed.
                                                                                                    
“Aah, hey, stop… Sam, noooooo. Don’t tickle me, no!” Oh God, I had to stop her. I was gonna wet myself!
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
I can’t believe I went from being royally pissed at her to tickling her into hysterics. Jeez, she’s a lot stronger than she looks. “Whoa there, Brooke.” Wow, how on earth did she flip me on to my back! “Brooke, have you been lifting weights?”
 
“No, I just have to pee really badly!”
 
And with that she was bolting for the door. As I lay there chuckling I realized that I was really enjoying what just happened. Not just when I had the upper hand, but even those few seconds when she had me pinned. It felt interesting… in a weird kinda way. No time to dwell on it though, I’ve got to finish this chapter and get it posted on the LJ before midnight tonight.
 
“Hey, Sam, wanna watch a movie?”
 
“Sorry, I can’t,” I told her, pointing to my laptop. “I really want to get some more writing done.” She really looked disappointed, so I made an offer I normally wouldn’t dream of making. “Rain check?” It was truly a day of firsts in the McQueen/McPherson household.
 
“Sure! I’ll leave you to your secret story. Can I read it when it’s finished?”
 
Not likely! “We’ll see.”
 
I watch as she walks out and open Word to continue my story. I’m pretty sure Brooke wouldn’t be so chummy if she read this story. Speaking of, where was I…
 

“Where is she! Where is that self-centered, no good…”

 
“Jo! What’s going on?”
 
“Look Mrs. G, you have no idea what she did today. I can’t let this one go, not this time!”
 
“Well I certainly can’t let you confront her when you’re so angry. You need to calm down and tell me what happened.”
 
“Fine. Ya know, I really thought all this crap would stop once we got to college. I’m gettin’ good and tired of her tellin’ people I’m some charity case who wouldn’t know Prada from Gucci so they should try to overlook my ignorance. Then she tops it off with a sob story about how she’s had to put up with it for years and all her attempts have been futile. That’s just a bunch of crap, Mrs. G! I never asked for her help because I don’t need it. Why the Hell would I want to be anything like her!”
 
“Language Jo.”
 
“Sorry. She just pushes my buttons all the time. Listen, I really need some uninterrupted time to talk to her. I’m much calmer now and I promise there won’t be any bloodshed. Can you keep Nat and Tootie away just until dinner?”
 
“I don’t know, Jo. You were awfully angry when you walked in here.”
 
“Please, Mrs. G, if I don’t do this now it’s only gonna get worse.”

”Alright, but I expect both of you to be at the dinner table in 45 minutes. Agreed?”
 
“You got it, thanks.”
 
Jo made her way to their shared room knowing the time had come to let Blair know once and for all that she’d had enough of her childish nonsense. She’d do her best to reign in her temper, she did promise no bloodshed, but she never promised not to give her a good scare. Setting a nasty scowl on her face Jo pushed open the door, locking it behind her. Turning toward the object of her ire she was momentarily distracted by the vision before her. Blair, in the midst of changing, was standing in front of her closet in her bra and panties.
 
“Jo! What are you doing?” Blair squealed as she attempted to cover herself. “Stop staring at me and turn around for goodness sake!”
 
Pulled from her stupor by the sound of Blair’s voice, Jo quickly recovered. “Relax Princess, you ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”
 
“I don’t care! I don’t want you ogling me!”
 
“Ogling you! Don’t flatter yourself. You ain’t all that.”
 
“What do you mean by that? I have a very nice body.”
 
Whoa, she’d completely forgotten she was half naked. She was walking over all pissy with her hands on her hips. She was really ticked, too, her nipples were hard. Whoa, whoa, whoa there, nelly, stop looking at her breasts!
 
“Well?”
 
“Well what?” Oh my… stop staring at her cleavage, for Pete’s sake! You’re mad at her, remember. Wait a minute, who cares if I was mad or not, why the Hell was I staring at her cleavage!
 
“What’s wrong with my body?”
 
Wait a minute, was she crying? “There’s nothin’ wrong with your body, Blair. Why are you cryin’?”
 
Suddenly Blair just seemed to fold in on herself and slipped to the floor, sobbing. Hesitating at first, Jo realized she couldn’t just do nothing. So she knelt in front of Blair and pulled her into her arms. “Hey, shhh, easy. Oh, Princess, what’s wrong – what’s got you so busted up?”
 
Alright, that seemed like as good a place as any to end this chapter. Definitely had to put some nookie in the next installment though. Hmmm… maybe I’ll use that tickle scenario with Brooke only instead of her jumping up to run to the bathroom she starts sliding on my thigh – I mean Jo’s thigh and Blair not Brooke – Jeez! Get it together, McPherson, the only one getting the girl here is Jo. Now, use the Facts of Life icon, and mood, hmmm, horny… Preview, looks good, update and log off, shut down and maybe I should do a little something about my mood.

Continued in Part 2
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: Tresspasser Williams - Love You More
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From:grdnofevrythng
Date:August 15th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
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Okay, that was effin' genius. I really liked it.
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From:newbie_2u
Date:August 15th, 2006 02:07 pm (UTC)
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Hey, thanks! More to come so tell all your friends!!!
From:tigerseye17
Date:August 15th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)
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going from my fandom of alex/liv on SVU to my FAVORITE POPULAR PAIR Sam and Brooke babay!! YAY!!! i knew we had a few things in common, PLEASE keep me updated on this im loving it so far ^_~
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From:newbie_2u
Date:August 15th, 2006 02:09 pm (UTC)
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Well, how do you like that! I'm not the only one who likes SVU and Popular. Thanks for the feedback, more story coming soon. Tell all your friends - maybe we can convert a few to the Popular side...
From:tigerseye17
Date:August 15th, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC)
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hey hey deffinitely. i must say a few might not listen since they all kinda abandoned me after the break up with kaite146 and how i go on and on about Carly Pope being the hottest brunette alive ^_~ haha

i will do that!! <333mucho love darlin!
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From:grdnofevrythng
Date:August 15th, 2006 08:01 pm (UTC)
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I second you on Carly being the hottest brunette alive.
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From:newbie_2u
Date:August 16th, 2006 01:40 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! The other pairing are the Sam/Brooke of the 80's from teh sitcom Facts of Life. More soon as I've already written the next part of the Facts of Life story. I just need to write the most important Sam/Brooke part now.
From:(Anonymous)
Date:August 18th, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
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lol I'm loving this fic so far. The Jo/Blair pairing is classic and so is its modern counterpart Sam/Brooke ;D
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From:newbie_2u
Date:August 21st, 2006 03:43 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! I was working seperately on both stories and thought it might be fun to incorporate them into one and use an lj as the vehicle for the FOL story.

Oh, and if you dig Jo/Blair, I've just started a Facts of Life community fol_fiction check it out, join up and comment/post away!
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From:krumnut
Date:May 29th, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
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whoa, this is wicked cool, are there any other chapters?
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