We got back to the Beckham's house. It looked like everyone must have been gone! We all got out of the car, and the house was an absolute mess.
Brooklyn was laying on the couch.
"Brooklyn... What the hell happened here?" I asked as all the kids were upstairs changing into their pajamas.
"I'm just... Just taking a nap." He said.
"Dammit, you're drunk!" I laughed. It really wasn't funny but he was so stupid.
"I'm not drunk. I'm just... Tired." He said. He couldn't even open up his eyes. What an idiot.
"Open your eyes!" I said.
He opened them. They were blood-shot red, and really creepy.
"We have to get you to your room." I tried to pick him up, but dropped him.
"Ow!" He said hitting the floor.
"Sorry... Really sorry, you just stink like alcohol it might make me sick." I plugged my nose. "I need some back up!" I said hinting towards my best friends.
"Don't you dare!" He said, looking at me with his blood-shot eyes.
"Sorry, I have to!" I texted my friends, and told them to come help.
They came as soon as they could, and they were quick.
"Okay, I need help... Can you help me clean?" I asked.
"Did the devil pay Beckham a visit?" Lea joked.
"I'm serious!" I said, I needed help!
"Please clean! I need to put the other kids asleep!"
I ran up the stairs, and tucked all 3 of the kids to bed.
"Is Brooklyn okay?" Cruz asked, worried.
"He's fine, just tired, nothing other than that!" I said, while tucking him in. "Now sleep tight!" I said as I shut his light off.
The last kid was Romeo. I walked in and tucked him in. "Brooklyn's drunk, and it's hilarious." Romeo said.
"He's just tired, not drunk." I said, trying to cover for Brooklyn.
"I didn't know that you could be 'just tired' after downing alcohol." Romeo joked.
"Promise not to tell?" I said.
"Promise!" He said. I hugged him.
"You're a good brother, Romeo!" I said smiling before walking out of his room.
I walked back down to Brooklyn. The girls were taking pictures and making fun of him.
"What part of cleaning do you not get?" I asked.
"The 'clean' part!" Serena answers.
"Are you stupid?" Lea asked.
"Yes! Capital... S-T-O"
"Wrong" Lea interrupts.
"Okay, this is not a spelling bee... please help me clean!" I say.
"I've never seen Beckham like this!" Lea says.
"I know, I feel bad!" I say.
"I don't!" Lea laughs.
"Okay, just pick up the cups, and wash up the pop on the floors." I say.
The girls start to work, and I pick up Brooklyn.
"Lea, come help!" I say.
She helped me pick up Brooklyn and we took him through the hall to the elevator and up to his room.
"Okay, thanks!" I say as Lea walks out of the room.
I put Brooklyn on his bed, and put a blanket on him.
"Goodnight." I said about to shut off Brooklyn's light and leave.
"Wait... Ariana!" Brooklyn said, sliding his words.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I love you, I really do!" He said.
"Love you too!" I said as I shut the light of and closed his door.
I walked back downstairs, and looked at the time, it was already 1 in the morning.
"Stay over?" I asked the girls.
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He Actually Cares... (A Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic)
Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Ariana Cooper was your regular 15 year old American girl. She had lived in LA her whole life. She was an only child and both of her parents where doctors. Her grandparents lived in London, and she rarely ever saw them. Ariana's parents w...
