Brooke and Rafe, best friends since they were six...until they parted ways- not very far as they were neighbours, but as Brooke's life crumbled in front of her in a matter of months, she must figure out if she can forgive Rafe Cameron or not.
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The day I dreaded every year. Midsummers. My parents would always force me there, so it looked like we were a great family.
I woke up to my mother stressfully shouting at my dad, soon to be me. I could hear a footsteps getting closer and closer.
"Brooke, are you awake!" She yelled as she burst in, I rubbed my eyes and lifted up. "Mhm." I groaned in defeat.
"Good, come on." She quickly said, lifting me up out from my bed and pulling me along— before I could even process what was going on.
We were walking down the stairs, "Jason where is my lipstick!" She shouted at my dad, acting like he had stolen it himself.
"I doubt dad has it, mom. Unless he has a secret drag job on the side, that we don't know about." I defended him, drinking from the carton of orange juice. My dad couldn't help but snicker.
I heard her let out that frustrated sigh,"Today is no time for jokes, Brooke Montgomery!" She screeched at me.
I ignored her and put the orange juice back, "go and get ready, now!" My mom yelled, and I tiredly walked back up the stairs.
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I quickly slipped myself into my red dress, after my mom checked on me every five minutes to see how my makeup was going— like I was some kind of failed makeup artist, same with my hair, she done half of it at one point.
"Brooke, come on!" My mom yelled, the loudest and angriest I had ever heard her yell. I grabbed my red lipstick, quickly placing it in my bag with the rest of the stuff I needed.
I was running out of the door, hoping on one foot as I was trying to put my heels on at the same time. I could see my mom's disappointed look, the car was moving before I could even close the door.
I grumpily crossed my arms in the car, gasping for air after running so much.
"Jason, we're gonna be late for our entrance, we need to hurry." She panicked.
"Darling, we're gonna be just on time." He said, laughing at her.
"Don't laugh!" She screeched.
"We're making an entrance, again?!" I groaned, my head planting in both of my hands.
"We do it every year, what makes you think this year would change, we've invested in a lot more buildings this year too." My mom explained, fixing my hair while doing it.
I sat up, pushing her hand away from my hair, "I was hoping one year we'd not look like we only care about ourselves and money."
"Don't be silly, Brooke." My mom sighed, grabbing her portable mirror and looking at herself, again.
