The light coming through the window was scorching my eyes. I could feel Brooklyn's chest pressed up against my back and his arm around my stomach. I smiled as I felt his breath on my shoulders. I knew he was still asleep because his breathing was so rhythmic, so calm. I made a mental plan of the day, drawing up the memory of the map of Coachella. But I failed, the steady breathing from Brooklyn soon rocked me to sleep.
"Oh My God what time is it?!" I half shouted as I sat up.
"Calm down, its only 10:30." The soothing voice of Brooklyn said from outside the room.
"Where are you?!" I asked, slightly disoriented.
"I'm on the sofa." He said, as if everything was fine.
"We need to get going, we've basically missed half a day of Coachella!" I exclaimed
"Don't worry! Nothing good happens until the afternoon anyway." he said, he seemed so relaxed.
"Alright, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and pulling on a baggy sweater.
"Already taken care of," he said, bringing two stand-up trays into the room and setting them down. "nutella and toast- festival fuel." he said with a smile on his face.
"You're the best" I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I know" he joked, tucking into his breakfast.
-3 hours later-
Drake was amazing. Brooklyn and I were dancing the whole time, and Brooklyn had the genius idea to lift me up on to his shoulders. Luckily we didn't hurt anyone when I fell off, but my ankle really hurt. I stood up, only to fall down again. It was then that I realised I was in a lot of pain. I was never one to cry, but I had some kind of laughing attack. I found it quite funny that I couldn't get up. It took Brooklyn a few minutes of worrying before he came and sat down next to me. We sat there laughing, before he picked me up, one hand supporting my back, the other holding my ankle. He carried me over to the medical tent and lay me down in the waiting section. His face looked solemn. I immediately understood what was going on.
"Brooklyn, this isn't your fault." I said, pointing at my ankle.
"Yes it is." he said
"Seriously, I'm laughing, I'm seriously fine. Plus, if I thought it was your fault, you'd know about it." I said, smirking a little. He looked so upset.
"Ugh. I hate myself." he said, tears in his eyes.
"Brooklyn, don't say that," I said, shuffling over to sit on his lap. "If I had broken my leg, I think I'd be a bit more angry, but I'm fine, see?" I said, shaking my leg a little, but only to immediately regret it. "ouch." I laughed. Resting my head on his lap.
"Freya?" Said a head poking round the door frame.
"Yep." I said, shuffling to sit up again.
"We're ready for you."
I looked a bit hopeless, how was I going to get all the way over th- but my thoughts were interrupted by Brooklyn scooping me up and bringing me through to the nurse's room and setting me down on the chair.
"Sorry, no visitors allowed in the room."
"Okay. No worries, but Freya, if you need me, just shout." Said Brooklyn, eyeing the lady suspiciously.
"So, you have a badly sprained ankle. I suggest you take it easy, and don't party too much." She said, looking at me a bit funny. I had been through 500 X-rays, and this is all she tells me? I could have worked that out by myself and saved 3 hours of my life. Oh Well. I checked the clock on the wall, because i could't be bothered to change my watch to L.A. time. 11:30 pm. Poor Brooklyn.
"Okay thanks." I said with a fake smile.
I hobbled out of the room to see Brooklyn fast asleep on the bench. I wasn't sure what to do, he looked so peaceful. I just sat with him, stroking his hair. About an hour later he woke up. He looked around confused, before everything came rushing back to him. He sat bolt upright.
"Freya! Are you okay?" he asked, turning around to look at me.
"Yeah i'm fine, just have a sprained ankle, should be healed by tomorrow." I smiled.
"Yay!" he said, throwing his arms around me. He was so sleepy he looked a bit dopey.
"Alright. It's 1am, shall we head back to the hotel?" I asked, standing up.
"Okay." He asked, seeming to come around a bit. "Will you walk or shall I carry you?" He asked, putting his arm around my waist for support.
"Why don't we walk? It's only a 15 minute walk." I replied, limping ahead.
"Nope. I can't let you make your ankle worse." He frowned.
"I'm fine." I said, trying to walk straight.
"Alright, only because you're so determined, but just say, and I'll carry you." He said, catching up with me and putting his arm back on the place on my waist.
i crawled into bed, still in my shorts and t-shirt, Brooklyn right behind me; it had been an eventful day.
