The Sensible Solution

chapter three

Dinner was terrible. It was spent with me nervously avoiding curious glances by Braedon, and surviving the embarrassment of my mother's scolding over my 'unlady-like' behavior in front of our guests. Turns out Savannah is a sweet girl though, throughout dinner she told me about their life in Chicago. Braedon didn't contribute, although I caught him looking at my reactions multiple times, causing me to check my face in hopes I didn't have anything on it. I'm sure I was as red at a tomato the entire time. By the time desert was served and I was excused, I was running up the stairs and into sweatpants, more than ready for a movie night with myself.

Just as I decided to watch one of my favorites, Bridesmaids, I heard a soft knocking on my door. Sliding open the door revealed Savannah in a pair of pajama shorts and a large t-shirt.

"Hey Brooklyn, um I'm not sure if this is weird, but I wanted to watch something in my room and I was wondering if I could maybe borrow a movie?" She nervously asked, "If not that's okay, I just don't know what else to do until bed."

"Yeah sure, I happen to own way too many movies, so just look and pick one." I chuckled gesturing for her to enter and showing her the drawer of DVD's under my tv stand.

"Thanks so much Brooklyn, I'm sorry for being any trouble."

"Oh gosh, don't worry," I waved away her worries as she skimmed over the countless titles I had collected over the years. "I'm about to start bridesmaids if you wanted to stay? Better than watching alone," I offered.

"I love that movie!" She exclaimed.

"Then it's settled," I nodded shutting the drawer and taking a seat on my duvet motioning for Savannah to do the same.

"Thanks for being to nice and welcoming," Savannah suddenly said as I pressed play on the movie. "It's hard moving, and you already are making me feel welcome." She said, clearly embarrassed.

"Aw, it's nothing, I'm glad you're here, and not some stuck up pre-teen who wears juicy couture and has some yappy dog." I laughed at my misconceptions and predictions of the arrival of The Kerrs.

"Me too," Savannah giggled. "And don't worry about my big brother, he's been sort of quiet since we've gotten here, but he's just mad at my parents."

"Oh," I nodded. The move for Braedon must have been hard like I thought.

Although the movie played for the next two hours or so, I found myself thinking about a certain mysterious boy, who sat only across the hall, the entire time.

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The next morning I was woken up in the worst way possible: by a hot boy. This was terrible because a.) I looked like absolute shit and b.) I had only been dreaming about him minutes before.

"Brooklyn," he shook my shoulder softly

"Mmmmm..not today..." I grumbled in a twilight from only being awoken moments prior.

"Brooklyn your mom asked me to wake you up so you could show me around today." He let me know gently, not that he seemed any more excited then I was about my mother's idea. In addition to having to embarrass myself all day in front of Braedon, per Mom's request, I was in no way a morning person.

My eyes snapped open suddenly realizing who had been talking, and who I was showing around town: Braedon. Me: Bed-head. Gorgeous boy: perfect. Oh god help me.

He must have noticed my surprise, he lightly laughed, "Just knock on my door when your ready yeah? No rush." He started walking to the door.

I sighed, and he stopped in the door frame, "Nice hair Brook, really fits you." smirk plastered on his face.