the ugly one

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Where the hell is she? 'I'll not cover for her again!' I said to myself, knowing that i'll do it anyways. My mom yelled her name again and i hear her coming up the stairs. Quickly I go in her room and lay on her bed. 'Brooklyn, why don't you answer when i call you?' she said. 'I'm sorry mom, I was watching a movie and I guess that my phone was to loud. I'm sorry mom.' 'Its okay honey.' 'But why did you needed me?' I asked out of curiosity. 'Í wanted to ask if you would set the table for dinner but I'll ask Paris.' 'No!' i said quickly because if she would walk into that room she would notice that i'm not in my room and then she knows that Brook is not home. 'Why not?' she asked me weirdly. 'Uhm, I really wanted to do that.' I said with a big fake smile on my face.

When the table was set i went upstairs again, I quickly looked in Brooks room and I saw her, laying on her bed. I was so mad at her and I ran her bedroom in. 'Why the hell did you let me do that?!' I asked her very, very angry. 'What did I do wrong this time, poor little Paris?' The moment she said that I felt the tears in my eyes. 'Maybe I needed to cover you again, because YOU were out again even when you weren't allowed.' I said. 'oh.' she said. 'Yeah, oh, well no problem and I love you to Brook.' I said.

When dinner was ready I wasn't hungry. So I told my mom I wasn't feeling well and that I wanted to go to bed. My mom said that that was fine. I was just chilling in bed when suddenly Brooklyn came in. I tought could it be worse? She was the one i really didn't wanted to see right now.            'I know you aren't sick, if you would be then I was sick too, and I'm not.' She said. She wasn't worng tough, if I'm sick, she is sick. And if she's sick I'm sick. 'Please  tell me what is going on in your live, you know you can tell me everything. Right?' She said. 'Ofcourse I know that Brook.' I said to her. 'I just don't want to hurt you and your feelings.' 'Paris? What is going on?'