The Moon Is Also a Sun

Readjustments

I decided to carry her home as she was probably exhausted from the fire and needed some time alone. I arrived at a house that looked beaten down and rustic, and the door was half way open. I peered in and walked up the creaking stairs and saw fallen pictures of what looked like a happy red headed family.

This home didn't look like what Brooklyn would live in at all but when I saw her room it looked like what I'd imagine her soul to be like. The walls had beautiful hand painted murals and the furniture was gleaming from the LED lights. Her bed had almost all the colors of the rainbow on it and her vanity had photos of what looked like....her family.

I placed Brooklyn in her bed and noticed a letter on her desk from across the room. I picked it up and it said it was sent from the military. I was honestly so confused but I opened it and read the first few sentences. "We regret to inform you that your parents have unfortunately passed away from the Afghanistan war" I read aloud. Everything started to make sense, the house was wrecked from her fiery wrath, and she was practically paying out of her own pocket to pay off the house, which was for rent. I couldn't leave my friend here, not alone at least.

I decided to go the nearest Target and buy tools,a bed, and the essentials you need in a house. I brought them to the room across from hers and began to decorate, then I fixed up the house and waited for her to awake.

At about midnight Brooklyn awoke, I knew this because I heard a loud crash from her falling out of bed. I opened the door to see Brooklyn standing at her door frame clutching her rib cage, "Lucas, why are you at my house, and why does it look more beautiful than before" she asked me. I chuckled,smiled,and bit my lip then replied with," I heard what happened about your parents, and I fixed up the house,and I'm here because I don't think I'm wanted at my house anymore, but do you like it"?

Her eyes filled with a puddle of tears and she struggled to say, "t-t-thank y-you, it's been hard lately and I just c-can't believe you did this for me". I scratched the back of my head and slowly walked towards her, then I hugged her from her waist as I was 5'8 and I told her, "a wise person once told me that they'd do anything for their friend".

Brooklyn giggled, she wiped her tears and asked me why her rib cage hurt. When I told her that she broke it, her face darkened and she was about to go back to bed until I asked, "wanna watch a Stranger Things marathon"?

Slowly, Brooklyn turned around and gave me a sly smile and then led me to the basement where I saw a big flat television screen, and a lovely grey couch with pink blankets, and various different types of pillows.