The New Girl

3

Isac's pov:

'I'm here for you.' I say to Brooklyn. I only know her for two days but I have the feeling that I have to make her happy, protect her. This girl is something else.

-skip a month -

'Isac stahp!' Brooklyn says while laughing. I'm just tickling her. We hung out a lot these past weeks and we became best friends.

'Okay okay.' I say and laugh. 'Shall we go outside?'

It's a nice weather. Brook's mom isn't at home so it's just the two of us.

'Yeah sure.' She smiles.

We walk to her backyard and lay down on the grass, staring up at the sky.

'Can you sing for me?' Brooklyn asks, still looking at the sky.

'Sure. What do you want me to sing?' I ask.

'Anything.'

'Okay then.' I reply and smile. I start singing.

"I figure it out, I figure it out from black and white.
Seconds and hours. Maybe they had to take some time.
I know how it goes, I know how it goes from wrong and right.
Silence and sound
Did they have to hold each other
Tight like us"

I look at Brooklyn. She's smiling and has her eyes closed which makes me smile.

"You and I
We don't wanna be like them
We can make it 'till the end
No nothing can come between
You and I"

-

'Beautiful, thank you.' Brooklyn says when I finish the song.

'No problem.' I reply and smile.

'Seriously, have you never thought about doing anything with music? Your voice is amazing.'

I only laugh. I haven't told her I'm famous yet. I don't know why she didn't find out yet but she doesn't come outside often. And I asked my friends not to tell her. I wanted to know if she would like me. Just me. Not because I'm famous.

'I should go home.' I say before she asks more. I will tell her. But not now.

'Why? It's only 9 and it's Friday.' She sits up and looks at me.

'I'm tired.' I lie. I'm not tired. I'm just afraid she will ask more.

'Can we hang out tomorrow?' She asks.

'No, I'm busy. Sorry.' I stand up and walk back into the house, followed by Brook.

'Okay, bye then.' She says.

'Bye.' I hug her and leave the house.

Brooklyn's pov:

I close the front door and sigh. Then I walk into the living room and lay down on the couch. Why does Isac never answers me on that one question about the singing? But if he won't tell me, I'll find out myself.

- next morning -

'Honey? Wake up!' Mom whispers. I open my eyes and groan.

'Mom it's Saturday!' I say and yawn.

'Yeah but we'll go shopping!'

I sit up in bed. Shopping?

'Really?' I ask. Mom never takes me out for shopping.

'Yeah in Helsinki. So hurry up!' She leaves my room. I wash my face quickly and then put on clothes. I won't do make up today and my hair is just a simple ponytail. I never wear make up in weekends. When I'm done with everything, I run down the stairs.

'Here is your breakfast.' Mom hands me some yogurt. I eat it as fast as I can. 'Don't eat too fast!' Mom says and laughs. I grin.

'Just excited.'

'Happy to hear that.' Mom kisses my head and leaves to the hallway. I put my yogurt bowl in the dishwasher and follow my mom.

'Ready?' I ask when I have my shoes and jacket on.

'Yep! I have money, car keys, and phone. We can go!'

'Yay!'

I'm really excited. I almost never go shopping because moving from America to Finland is pretty expensive. Mom needed the money.

-

'Here we are! Helsinki!' Mom steps out of the car and so do I. 'Mall first?'

'Sure.' I say and we start walking to the mall. 'Oh mom can we go here?' I ask and point at a music store.

'Sure!'

I walk to the shelf with CD's to look if they have the Shawn Mendes album. But then..

'What the hell?' I grab a CD with a boy who looks exactly the same as Isac. Follow me. Isac Elliot. Isac is a singer? That's why he didn't say anything about the singing. He sings already! And he didn't tell me?! Fucking liar! Okay, maybe I'm a bit rude now but I'm really mad. He has to explain much when I come home! You aren't best friends when you're hiding such a big thing for each other right?

'Honey?'

I quickly put Isac's album back in the shelf.

'Isn't that your friend?' Mom asks.

'No they're just look a like. Let's go!' I fake laugh and pull my mom with me, out of the store.

The rest of the day we just stay in Helsinki.

-

'Home sweet home.' Mom says when we enter our house. It's 8PM. We ate dinner in a restaurant. I actually had much fun with mom. We both bought a lot of new clothes and other stuff. But I'm still mad at Isac. And I'm going to him right now.

'Mom I'm going to Isac for a minute.' I say.

'Why?' She asks.

'He wanted to tell me something.' I lie. 'Bye.'

Before my mom can say something I run outside, towards Isac's house.

I press his door bell. Linda, his mom, opens.

'Hey Brooklyn! What are you doing here now?' She asks and laughs. 'You can't live a day without each other huh?'

'Is he home?' I ask and smile.

'Yeah, I'll call him.' She walks away.

'Hey.' Isac stands in the doorway. I look up at him.

'Come here. Now. We need to talk.' I say seriously and pull him out.

'What's up?' He asks. I walk to a bench across the street and push him down on it.

'You lied to me, Isac!' I say. 'When I asked you if you wanted to do something with singing, you just laughed and never answered!'

'Sor-'

'No let me finish! You are a fucking singer?! You are famous? And you never told me?! Why the hell did you lie to me?' I say.

'Because I wanted to know if you would like me without knowing that I'm famous. It's hard to trust people okay? I never know if people want to be friends with me because of me or because I'm famous. Do you understand?' He says.

'Yeah but you still lied to me. You should've told me Isac.' I say and sigh.

'I know. I just first wanted to get to know you. We were so close and it felt so right. You're my best friend now. I didn't want to ruin it.' He sighs and looks down.

'Okay.' I reply. 'I'm going home now.'

'Are we still best friends?' He asks, looking scared.

'I have to think about it.' I say and stand up. Isac grabs my hand.

'Please Brook, I love you..' He says. I pull my hand back and walk home, leaving Isac.

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