Half Way There

January 12 Part 2

August POV

"Come on. Where something less 1880 like. It's 2015. Where something sexy." I said as Brooklyn came out her bathroom with a long puffy dress on.

"I don't have anything sexy in my closet." 

"Let me see. Everybody has something sexy in their closet." I went in her closet and looked around. I saw this corset looking thing. I pulled it out and looked at it. I smiled thinking about her wearing it. Then I saw this skirt and pulled it out. It had a slit on the side. I got out the closet and handed it to her. "Get dressed." 

'What shoes am I going to wear?" she asked going back in the closet. She changed. I didn't bother answering her question. She stood in front of me. Her hair was in a bun and she had on a pair of heels. 

"Nah we gotta do something with this hair." 

'What do you want me to do with it?" 

"Catalina could you please come in here and assist your sis with this?" I said. She came in the room and did Brooklyn's hair. Then she left. (whole outfit is in the mm) Brooklyn looked in the mirror.

"I look as sexy as Nicki?"

"Nicki who?" I asked looking at her.

"Nicki Minaj." I laughed. I actually snorted. Then she looked at me. I could tell something was ready to happen.  "You're rude." she said grabbing her purse and leaving the room.

"I was playing." I said as we walked up to party. Brooklyn looked at me. 

"You do know that I will cut you right?" 

"No. Because you love me so much."

"I don't love you August." she said looking me into the eyes. They actually hurt me. I don't know why. But it did. I sighed and walked in front of her into the party. Wanting to forget everything that just happened. As soon as I stepped foot into the party, girls were on me. I looked at Brooklyn. She didn't seem to care. I smiled as a girl whispered something in my ear. I didn't know what she said but I knew it was dirty. She tried to pull me upstairs but I wouldn't let her. 

After being in the party and trying to keep eye on Brooklyn, I went outside and sat on the porch. I was tired. I rubbed my eyes. Then I heard the front door opening and closing. 

"So, why are you such a player?" I heard Brooklyn ask. I looked at her.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her thinking about why. 

"There's always a story behind everything. Spill it." she said pulling her hair up. 

"Well for starters, my mother died when I was 9."

"Yeah I remember you telling me that." 

"I lived with my aunt when my father went to jail the first time. When my mother died.." I looked at Brooklyn. She stared at me. Interested. "There, my aunt had no kids. Just her and her boyfriend. One night I remember, her and her boyfriend were fighting and then he ended up leaving. I was left alone with her." I sighed. "I told her I was scared. She told me, "Don't worry about him. He wasn't anything to worry about anymore as long as I can supply her with what she wants or what she needs". Do you know what she was talking about Brooklyn?" I asked. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I felt her hand wipe my cheek. "She touched me. Down... well you get the drift. SHe did that for a couple of year s until my father got out of jail. "

"I'm sorry August." 

"She told me that every man should flaunt what they have. Every girl deserved me. And that's why I became a player. So I would forget."

"I'm so so so sorry August." Brooklyn said hugging me. "Nothing like that will ever, happen again." she said rubbing my back. She let go. Then kissed my cheek. "I don't want that to happen again. I will never let that happen again." 

"It's not like you're my parent. " 

"But I like you August no matter how much I say I hate you. I have some type of feeling. But it ain't love." 

"But I love you though." I said quickly. She looked at me. Mouth opened. Shocked. She sat there. She didn't leave though.