Bieber and Butler, Love story<3

Chapter 1

Brooklyn PoV:
I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds in mine and my twin sisters room. Yes, I have a twin, her name is Brianna, and we are identical, most people cannot tell us apart, however we are very different, we only look the same, talk the same, walk the same, pretty much dress the same, like the same things... Okay never mind, we are exactly alike, our mom hates it... Let's prank Bri, I think to myself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Bri, wake up its 8:30am, we are late for school!!!" I scream at the top of my voice, even though it's Saturday morning, haha, "Ugh no it's not Brooke, I do know the days of the week, you idiot, but nice try, hahaha." BriBri mumbled back, with her head buried in her pillow, "Damn gurl, love yah, but seriously get up, we need to get ready for shopping, remember?" I asked her laughing, "Oh yeah, let's get ready Brookie, haha how'd you like that name!" She said while she laughed at me, "Oh come on!" I say, and walk over to our walk in wardrobe, it's like another room, as there's two of us and we have a lot of clothes.

Brianna PoV:
We both walk out of the ensuite with out clothes on, hair done and makeup on. I'm wearing a black crop top, light wash denim shorts, and navy blue vans, my hair is straightened and down, and I have on foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lip balm. Brooklyn is wearing a black skater skirt, a white floral crop top, white converse, and her hair is straightened, in a messy high ponytail, with the same makeup as me.

We walk downstairs, well more like run, and trip up, we laughed so much, when I slipped, "Oh my god, Bri are you drunk? You sure seem like it, and I'm driving!" Brooke, said to me while laughing, as we walked out the house, "No I'm not aha, and sure, but can we take the white Range Rover?" I asked with a smile, "Sure!" She said.
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Brooklyn PoV:
We walk through the door to the house, and see our mom standing their with tears, falling down her cheeks, "M-Mom, are you okay, what's wrong?" I ask with concern, she starts to cry even more, we run over to her, and embrace her in a hug, "I-it's you-ur nan, s-she si-ick, we ha-ave to move to Atl-atlanta, I'm so sor-sorry girls, Uncle Scooter phoned me about 20 minutes ago!" Mom, said, through the crying...

I got up and ran out the house, I don't care where I go, but away from the house to think, "Brooklyn?" I hear someone say behind me, I turn around and see its Alexa, my best friend, "Oh hi Alexa, I was just going for a run." I say trying to get out of this situation, "You going for a run, in a skirt, I don't think so, what's up, clearly something is bothering you?" She asks me concern in her voice, "Honestly it's nothing, I just needed some air, look I will text you later, love you, bye!" I said as I started to walk off, wanting to get out of the awkward moment, "Okay, love you too!" She shouted back as I walked down the street.

I got to a small lake, and sat down at the bank, and started to think about everything, nan being sick, moving to Atlanta, when I've lived in Texas all my life, all I know is living on the Ranch, horse riding and all my friends put it, my cowgirl style, I'm never going to fit in, I'm going to be alone, I guess that's how life can change so quickly... One bad thing after another, when will this end?

Brianna PoV:
Brooklyn ran out the house, I knew where she would be, at the lake, where we would go when we were like 13 years old, we loved it there, it's where our best memories are.

I grab my phone and try to call her, but she hasn't got it on her, ugh, I walk out the house and drive down to the lake. I get out and see her laying there, looking up to the sky, thinking, I walk over and lay down next to her.

"I know what your thinking Bri" she says "Why did I run, leave you and mom there by yourselves, but honestly, I can't take it no more, everything bad happens to us, one bad thing after another, I can't take it no more Bri, it's killing me inside, draining me from any hope I ever have of something good happening, just go, leave me here, I want to be alone!" I whispers, while a tear falls from her eye, "No Brooke, I'm not leaving here without you, I know everything bad happened to us, but we gotta stay strong, not just for mom, but for everyone we care for, we can't just give up on them, I love you Brooklyn, and so does mom, so please come home, please?" I ask her, tears falling from both of us, "Brianna, your don't understand, I want to be by myself, to think about things, like what will happen when we move!" She says back getting frustrated, "Okay, but I'm staying right here, talk to me Brookie, please?" I beg her, "Come on its cold let's sit in the car, I know you drove here, then we will talk!" She says, so we get up and walk to the car. This is going to be a long conversation...