Our Love Story

Our Love Story 2

Chapter 2~

I opened my eyes and looked around me. I saw a freakin shadow of a wolf. I started panicking, I don't know what to do! Okay, maybe, I'm an adventurous girl, but it doesn't mean I'm not scared of freakin animals that can tear my flesh apart! I heard it howl and soon there were a pack of them. I went under my blanket and just stayed quiet.
Finally after like a minute of trying to go into my tent, the wolves finally gave up. I zipped open my tent and picked outside, Yes! No wolves! I slowly went outside and picked my pillow up. I tiptoed to Dylan's tent and picked inside, Dylan's not here.
I don't want to go back to my tent, I don't want to get eaten by wolves.
I paced back and forth until I had an Idea. I'm just gonna asked Thomas if I can sleep with him. But it's- ugh! Forget it! I don't want to be eaten by wolves. I spotted Thomas's tent.
I made my way to his tent and zipped it open.
Thomas, wake up! I whispered-shout while shaking him.
He stirred and stirred until he finally opened his eyes.
Brook? What are you doing here? He asked sitting up.
I- uhm- uh, A pack of wolves went to my spot and it woke me up, I waited for them to give up and leave and they left, I went to Dylan's tent but he isn't there, and I'm kind-off scared that they might come back and- Ugh! Let's just get this over with! Can I sleep with you? I asked him real fast.
He chuckled and moved a little and gave some space for me, I guess.
So that's a yes? I asked.
Of course! Why would I say no? He asked.
Well, uhm we- I was cut-off by Thomas pulling me to his chest.
Shh...go to bed. He said in a hush voice and fell asleep again.
I shut my eyes close, and soon I was in a dreamless sleep.
<<Next Morning>>
I woke up to a peaceful chirping of birds. What a nice morning! I sit up and stretch. I looked at Thomas and he was peacefully sleeping. His nose is so pointy! I lay back down and cuddled in his chest. I miss Thomas so much! I missed doing this cuddle stuff. I looked at him and started punching his nose.
I don't see what's the point in pinching my nose. He said in his cute British morning voice.
Good morning to you too Mister! I giggled.
I sat up and he did the same.
So, tell me about this 'Wolves' that tried to get into your tent. He said doing the air quote in the word Wolves.
There, scary, dangerous and big! I exclaimed.
Well, do you wanna stay here later night? They might come back and...TEAR YOUR FLESH APART! He shouted and started tickling me.
AHAHA..AHAHA! S-stop...p-please! AHAHA! STOP IT! T-Thomas!
Say that you Love me! He smirked.
No way, mister! I laughed.
Then I'll not stop. He continued to tickle me until I can't breathe. Okay, I love you! I exclaimed. He stopped tickling me and went out the tent.
I took my pillow and brought it back to my tent.
When I got there, I saw Dylan looking around.
Anger rose in me, I did not forget about that stupid thing he did last night, never will.
Brook! Dylan rushed to me as soon as he sees me.
What? I asked coldly.
Where were you? When I came to wake you up you aren't there.
Well, a pack of Wolves tried to go in my tent, and I just waited for them to leave and I went out and I slept with Thomas. I simply answered his question.
Are you still mad at me? He asked getting upset.
No, I'm not, I'm seriously not!
( note the sarcasm )

I walked away and he followed me.
Look, Brook, I'm sorry... I- just-

You just what?! Get mad at me for no reason?! Then you'll say sorry and promise me something then you'll break your promise again?! Huh?! What Dylan?! I screamed hitting him at his chest.
He grabbed my wrist and looked at me.
Please, forgive me. He begged.
You know what Dylan? I'm so stupid to accept all your sorries from breaking your promises. I'll never trust you again. And you know what?! I don't care if you stay with your stupid girlfriend! You to are just both stupid! Your girlfriend is a big piece of @*#%!

I felt a sting at my cheeks and I hold my cheeks and I looked at Dylan.
He just slapped me! He just freakin slap me!

How dare you call my girlfriend A piece of @*#%?! He asked.

Because it's true! I snapped.

He slapped me again and this time tears fell down my cheeks.

Wtf man?! I heard a man voice yell.
I can't see his features cause my vision got blurry.

I wiped my tears and soon my blurry vision is now a clear vision.
The man pushed Dylan and Dylan fell on the floor. I did not even do anything. I just watch him, I don't care about Dylan. I love him, but his being a
jerk.

What's wrong with you?! Why are you hurting a girl?! Don't you know it's not good to hurt girls?! He spat.

Dylan just looked at me, his face turned into a red color because of anger.

You're such a judgmental person, you don't even know her and you're saying she's a piece of @*#%?! He snapped.

I'm not a Judgmental person. If you love her, you should know her well! I spat back.
He just stood up and left.
The guy walked over to me.

Hey, you okay? He asked cupping my cheeks.

Yea- uhm, I'm o-okay. I said removing his hand from my cheeks.

What's your name? He asked.

Brook- Brooklyn Edwards. I smiled.

Well, my name is Declan, Declan Johansen. He said putting his hand out for me to shake. Wait, that's Reagan's Last name.

Are you, the b-brother of Re-Reagan Johansen? I asked ignoring his Hand.

You knew, I'm sorry, but in really different from my sister. Everybody thinks I'm like her, but I'm not! I promise! He exclaimed.

Well, I believe you, thanks for doing that tho... I smiled.

Well, you're welcome! He smiled back.
I looked at him and observed his face. So different from Reagan. Reagan has Blonde hair and he has a Brown one. He has a pair of Aqua eyes and has a buff body. He has a mole on his cheek and his hair is sticking out everywhere. He looks nothing like his parents nor Reagan, if you're thinking, how the fudge do I know what his parents look like, it's because I saw them.

Is it just me, or are you checking me out? He asked entangling me from my thoughts.

I blushed and looked at him.
I was not checking you out! I was just looking at your features, it's very...different from Reagan's features and Different from your parents.

He frowned and looked at me.
What, did I say something wrong? I asked.

No, it's just- Reagan isn't my sister.

What?! I exclaimed.

I was adopted when I was 8 years old. He frowned.
I pulled him in for a friendly hug and he gladly returned it. I'm starting to regret what I said now.

I'm sorry... I frowned pulling away from the hug.

It's okay, you didn't know. He smiled.
Well, I have to go, bye Brooklyn! He said running away. I turned around and went inside my tent and got ready for the day.
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My tummy freakin hurts! 😣
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