Chapter 11: Cliche

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Brooklynn laughs with him, the tension of the day slowly dissolving like sugar in hot tea. As they sit on the plastic chairs outside the shop, licking their ice cream cones, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort. "You know," she says, looking at him thoughtfully, "You're pretty much the best bro a gal could ask for.""That means alot lil daddy," Michael says with a grin, his teeth briefly flashing white against the blue gel.Brooklynn giggles, "I know lil mama.""So, what's next?" Michael asks, licking his ice cream, the blue gel now a distant memory.Brooklynn sighs, her smile fading. "I don't know," she admits. "I guess I'll just hang out with you and maybe try to get over him."Michael nods, his eyes never leaving hers. "You don't need to get over anyone if you don't want to," he says gently. "But I'm always here for whatever you decide."Brooklynn takes a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the ice cream soothing her throat. "Thanks, Mikey,"Michael nods, understanding in his gaze. "You know, you deserve better than some guy who can't even bother to text you back," he says, his voice firm."What are you saying date you or something" she says giggling trying to lighten the mood, but there's a hint of hope in her voice that wasn't there before.

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