The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Kiss and Tell

The next morning was horrible.

I felt horrible.

As I walked downstairs, I immediately saw Brooklyn.

He turned to me and quickly looked away.

Phew.

I didn't have the energy to deal with all that.

I grabbed some cereal and walked into the living room.

Brooklyn was in there. I saw and turned.

"You don't have to leave" Brooklyn told me, sadly.

"Uh...I'm not in the mood for TV anyway" I answered back.

I was still not facing him.

I finally turned to him. He was in a blue, loose t shirt with grey tracksuit pants. His hair was messed up (it did look sexy though), and he had that deep, attractive morning voice guys have.

"Here... I'll leave. Enjoy" he told me, bluntly.

"Brooklyn...you don't have to leave. This is your house and I'm sorry for intruding like this" I told him before he left.

"Like you said last night... you have no where else to go" he told me before he left the room.

God, he was acting like I was the one who'd done something bad? He was the one that kissed Megan! I just cant deal with this.

I groaned loudly so that basically everyone in the household could hear.

Cruz walked up to me.

"He's kinda moody some days" he told me.

"Yeah... I've noticed. Sorry about being so loud" I told him.

"It's fine. It's usually like this anyway" he answered with a smile.

He was such a sweet kid to be honest. I loved him. What a cutie.

"Let's watch TV?" I asked him.

He nodded and ran to the remote.

After an hour of arguing what to watch, we settled on The Simpsons. Basically my favourite show.

After about 5 episodes (not exaggerating) I went upstairs. I passed Brooklyn's room. But I stopped and hid behind the door frame. He was sitting on his bed crying. I don't think anyone else could hear him. Victoria, Romeo, Harper and David were still asleep.

I didn't want him to be alone crying. That's the worst feeling.

Trust me, I'd know.

"Brooklyn...?" I whispered, as I cowered around the corner.

He looked up and wiped his tears.

"There's...something..in my err.. eyes" he said, mid-crying.

I looked up to the roof and rolled my eyes.

I had to comfort him.

Wait I couldn't!

But I love him? Ugh. Life was easier a few months ago. Well... sort of.

He tried to act all manly as I walked up to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" he replied, harshly.

I sat next to him and put my hand in his.

"You can trust me..." I told him.

He could trust me? But I couldn't trust him? Oh my god, Mandy just shut up.

He looked at me. He grabbed a piece of my hair and pushed it back into it's original spot.

"You look beautiful..." he looked back down.

"Thanks? I guess.."

He looked back up.

"I'm so sorry. For hurting you over and over again. I hate this. I l..I love..I love you Mandy Oslo. More than anything or anyone. Except my family. But that's besides the point.I hate myself. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I just want to die" he told me.

I moved closer, his legs touching mine. I pushed my hand up his stomach. He watched me do it. His shirt moving up. I pushed my body against him. I kissed him. Harder than ever before. I needed this and I needed him. Now.

He pushed me onto the bed as he laid down onto me. Grinding up and down. Kissing my neck. I laid my head back in joy.

Fuck.

He held my hands above my head as he continued grinding down.

We heard footsteps and he stopped. I jumped up. David came to the door.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"We're trying to just um... sort things out I guess" I told him.

David smiled.

"I'll leave you to it"

He shut the door.

"Maybe we should go downstairs..."

"Or maybe we could continue this?" he asked, cheekily.

"I think that could be arranged..." I smirked.

"How about tonight? While everyone's downstairs?" he smiled.

"Sounds good. Cya Brooks" I giggled.

I could feel him watching my ass as I walked away. I turned. He was biting his lip. I dropped something and bent down to pick it up, just to tease him.

"Bye" I smirked.

He bit his lip harder.

I enjoyed teasing him.

As I walked out the door, I saw people downstairs.

Who the heck was it?

I moved my head around the corner until I saw.

I couldn't believe it. Are you kidding me? It can't be. No.

It can't be my boyfriend from back home.

"Dylan?" I yelled.

"Mandy"