Other Fan Fiction ❯ Brooke Knows Best ❯ First Impressions ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hogan Knows Best, it was created by VH1 and the Hogan Family...I merely am borrowing them for my own personal entertainment :)

 

This story is not for readers under the age of 17, if you are not of age please do not read. If you are of age, please continue.

 

A/N: Well this is my first fanfic ever, and I really hope to make my debut here with a nice fic to wet your pallets. First off, I barely watch Hogan Knows Best because I really don't think it's that good of a show...I mean, its Hulk Hogan for crying out loud, but I happened to catch an episode where Hulk had hired a fat bodyguard for his daughter Brooke. He was a fat guy named Fred, but he had taking a liking to her I bet and her whole plan to get rid of him was to pretend she liked him as well. However I thought to myself, why not make it more interesting and give her a guy that isn't fat and unattractive? Not to mention she is like a six foot blonde bombshell just asking for it, anyhow...on with the ficcy

 

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Brooke Knows Best

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

"You're kidding right?"

 

"Nope."

 

"DADDY..."

 

"Don't 'DADDY...' me Brooke; it's for your own good. Your mom and I have already talked about it and your bodyguard will be here in an hour or so."

 

The hall-of-famer wrestler stared down his gorgeous daughter with a look that she had become all too familiar with. It was his 'and that's that' gaze. For as long as Brooke's last name had been Hogan, which is her entire life, her father had pretty much made it a point to keep her safe, even if it meant he had to play the bad cop. Terry Hogan already had tried the bodyguard thing before. The result was a short, over weight porker named Fred whom had taken way too kindly to his beloved daughter. To add to that, the fool was most definitely a kiss ass. It was as his son was surfing the internet that they stumbled across a site that seemed 100 percent legit. The service provided professionally trained marksmen that had either served in the Army, FBI, CIA, and even a few with the NAVY S.E.A.L. Terry had flown out to the company headquarters himself to meet with possible candidates. After a grueling process, each man seemed to be quite capable of the job, he settled on Darnell Callouway. Darnell was a 25 year old African American who had served a stint in Iraq before coming back home. He was an All-American athlete and had played football and basketball in high school, going on to play two years of Division 1 football before joining the military. He was big, even for a man as large as Terry Hogan, towering over people with his 6'8" 330 pound frame. Nearly all of him was solid muscle, but not the overly ripped type. After going over the particulars, Terry and Darnell had made arrangements for Darnell to come and meet the girl he would be responsible for protecting, and after much whining and complaining, Brooke had finally given into her father's wishes.

 

"Now Brooke, when Mr. Callouway gets here I don't want you freaking him out okay? I know that crap you pulled with Fred, and if I hadn't not liked him, he'd still be your bodyguard."

 

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Hadn't not liked?" she mocked.

 

"Gah, you know what I mean, now hurry up and put on some decent clothes before the man gets here!" Terry exclaimed wanting to end the debate before it got started. Brooke just groaned and went up the stairs to her room to pick out something, "And it better not be skanky!" Terry called after her.

 

The balding-blonde rubbed his eyes, feeling just a bit his actual age at the moment. Not that he was really that old, but years of wrestling had definitely taken its toll on his body. His knees were shot to the point he had to get help getting up every time he sat down. There were calcium deposits on nearly off of his joints, and if he didn't stretch before he started the day he could barely manage to get down the stairs. Even with all of that going against him, Terry stilled maintained a 'Hulk' like physique, working out four times a week. Nearly all of his friends had solid beer bellies, while he still sported a rather healthy abdominal area. Just as Hulk was strolling down memory lane, thinking of the time he didn't ache all over, the door bell rang and he was jarred from his daydream.

 

"I'LL GET IT!" came the feminine voice of his wife from the living room.

 

"BROOKE GET DOWN HERE ALREADY!" Terry yelled upstairs from the kitchen as the black man walked into the house. He was the Negro James Bond. Darnell wore a black suit, a white French cuff shirt that was topped with black cuff links. He had his suit jacket buttoned up only on the middle button. His black leather shoes were Italian. A black tie with an even blacker stripe down the middle of it topped off the outfit.

 

Darnell was excellently groomed. His chocolate skin was blemish free and was the same color as his eyes. He kept his hair short and even, with waves from consistently brushing it. His facial hair was a neat chin strap that went from ear to ear and was about an inch wide. (Reggie Bush is a prime example of the facial hair style) Darnell and Terry's wife came into the living room both smiling, Darnell flashing a grin worthy of GQ (Gentlemen's Quarterly).

 

"Terry, honey, Mr. Callouway is here." Mrs. Hogan politely called for her daughter.

 

"BROOKE!" Terry yelled as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to greet the man. Hulk, who wasn't short himself standing at 6'7" stared the man in the eye as he firmly shook his hand. "Nice to see you again Mr.Callouway"

 

"Likewise Mr. Hogan." Darnell replied. At that moment Brooke came down the stairs impressing her mother, shocking the hell out of her father, and appearing indifferent to Darnell. She was wearing small denim-shorts that stopped just below her bubble butt, showing off her very long and shapely legs. Her white shirt was small and clung to her generous assets whom she had inherited from her mother. White thong flip-flops topped off what she was wearing, revealing her French manicured toes. Platinum Blonde hair reached to the small of her back and she had it in a ponytail. She smiled, her shiny lip gloss giving her full lips that sexy celebrity finish.

 

"Ah, Brooke dear this is Mr. Callouway" Mrs. Hogan beamed, stepping back to allow the two to shake hands. Brooke bounced over to Darnell and let her eyes wander momentarily taking in as much as she could without seeming obvious. She extended her hand to him and he accepted, taking her soft hand into his large and calloused one. Darnell believed that no matter whom, to always use the same hand shake. Never too firm, but never too light.

 

"Nice to meet you Mr. Callouway" she bit her bottom lip, not wanting her father to catch her eyeing the newly hired help.

 

"The pleasure is mine Ms. Hogan" Darnell replied casually and let her hand drop, turning to Terry, "Did you want to talk with me in private Mr. Hogan?" Terry glared at Brooke and nodded to Darnell, signaling for them to go into his study. Terry's office was his personal sanctum away from everything. When his wife had worked his nerves, he had gotten angry enough at his son to suplex him, or Brooke was driving him up the wall with her own stunts, he would seek refuge in the study. It was a fairly nice sized room, with a large wooden desk in the center. A large 60 inch flat-screen T.V. was mounted next to the door facing the desk. The wall behind the desk was actually a giant bookcase that was filled with different texts from wall to wall. There were two vending machines in the corner of the room, one being the Hulk's version of a candy machine that dispensed a variety of protein bars. The other machine contained an assortment of power drinks. Hulk sat down behind his desk in the giant, brown leather chair. Darnell chose one of the plainer chairs that were in front of the desk. "So..." Darnell began.

 

"Ok, first of all let me say that the last bodyguard we had didn't last long. And not because he wasn't cut out for the job either." Terry began. Darnell nodded to show that he was paying attention.

 

"Now I'm not stupid, I know my daughter is attractive, and I was young and horny at one point too. You have to do three things, if you mess up on any of them you are gone brother." Terry put up his pointer finger, "First, you are to keep an hourly tab on my daughter and inform me of your guy's status whether it's a phone call, email, text message, whatever."

 

Darnell nodded.

 

"Second," Terry's middle finger joined the first "Nobody on a professional level with my daughter is allowed to talk to her or touch her unless it's a scheduled meeting, like her autograph sessions. Even then, no guy can do more than hug her for a photo. Got it?"

 

Darnell nodded again, "I got it."

 

"Third, and most important." Terry put up his ring finger to accompany the first two, "YOU will keep your hands, and eyes off of my Brooke. If I even get the slightest notion that you want to be more than just her bodyguard its going to be me and you brother."

 

Darnell nodded, "Understood Mr. Hogan. I've never allowed myself to mix business with pleasure in the past, and I do not intend for it to start now. Besides," Darnell smiled "White girls aren't my type anyway." Terry smiled back; he knew the man wasn't being racist but just honest in his womanly preferences. "Fine by me, well now that that's out of the way, you want somethin' to drink?" He pointed over to his vending machine that had all of the power drinks in it. Darnell knew that keeping on good terms with the benefactor was key to long-term money. "If you have some Gatorade that'd be great Mr. Hogan."

 

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Brooke had to admit that the bodyguard her dad had hired was hot. She had a strong attraction for black guys and Darnell certainly fit the bill as far as she was concerned. In high school she had thought about dating a black boy named Tracy. He was the star quarterback of the football team, but was also the star player when it came to every girl at school. Needless to say, Brooke spent her senior year fawning over Tracy and settling for Brandon, her father's best friend's son. They didn't last too long, and he didn't understand her singing career commitments. Her fingers were a blur as she pressed in the keys on her QWERTY keypad using her SideKick III. She was in the process of setting up hotel arrangements with her manager via text message. Her phone beeped to alert her that the message had been sent and she laid the bedazzled SideKick on her bed. (Bedazzled is what girls do to their phones, by covering it in these little fake colored diamonds.) She slid her pretty feet back into her flip flops and headed downstairs again to find her mom. She passed her dad's study on the way and noticed it was slightly ajar. She could hear her dad's voice booming from in it, but she knew he wasn't yelling. Terry's tone could carry through a solid steel way it just that powerful. She crept closer and peered through. Her dad was talking to Darnell but was facing away from him. Darnell was standing, gazing at various pictures that hung around the room. He took a sip from the plastic bottle of Gatorade and noticed a pair of bright blue eyes looking dead at him. He smiled and winked at Brooke who in turn gasped and headed downstairs in embarrassment. Darnell turned back to the picture he was looking at. It showed Terry and his family all in matching red and yellow attire. Darnell didn't really take to wrestling because he felt it was too fake and had gone from an entertaining sport to a really really bad sitcom.

 

"So, just get here like an hour before she's supposed to leave and I'll let you know what I want you to do." Terry stated, finishing whatever speech he had been ranting.

 

Darnell finished his Gatorade and headed downstairs to leave the house, where he saw Brooke. She was sitting on the couch, one of her shapely legs tucked underneath the other. Her pretty foot was hidden from view as it rested under a soft and silky tanned thigh. She turned her attention away from her mother who was going on about how she felt Brooke was doing too many career related activities and needed to rest as well as spend more time at home. Darnell and Brooke locked eyes and he nodded to Brooke and then to Mrs. Hogan. Brooke was about to open her mouth to say something when Darnell cut in first, "I'll see you two ladies soon, contact me if you need anything before next week Ms. Hogan" Mrs. Hogan smiled delighted, thinking Darnell's comment was aimed to her. 'Oh come now Mr. Callouway, you know I'm married! It's misses!" Darnell let his gaze linger on Brooke for just a second and he smiled, going along with Mrs. Hogan. "Terribly sorry, that's my fault."

 

Mrs. Hogan escorted Darnell to the door while Brooke sat there dumbfounded. Had he really just made a subliminal attempt to talk to her? She had to be imagining it. Although she found Darnell to be the most handsome black guy she'd ever met, she didn't want him to get fired before he even started working. Still, thoughts of him running his rough hands over her body played repeatedly through her mind the rest of the night...

 

A/N: There, chapter 1 done...I didn't wanna whip the lemony goodness out on you guys yet. One...we're still in the Hogan house and I wanted to give you guys an idea of where each character is at. Terry's the boss obviously, Darnell is the business comes first type and notice how I mentioned he didn't like white girls? Brooke hasn't even dated a black guy yet but she has a huge thing for them! Conflicting Conflictions haha...Reviews are most welcome, even if they aren't that positive but keep in mind your comments determine how far I go with this story. Anyway, next chappie is in the works and it'll be Darnell and Brooke's first outing as pop star and bodyguard!!!!

 

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