"Heeeey!" Hillary hollered as Angel and Brooklyn entered Hawaiian Paradise, smiling at everyone around them. Hillary jumped up from her counter chair, her curtain of hair flying behind her like a cape when she skipped towards them, throwing her arms around Angel.
"Hi," Angel giggled at Hillary, clearly already tipsy, and nodded at the guys behind her when they held up their drinks. "This is Brooklyn."
Hillary lifted up her eyebrows and wiggled them. "Oooo," she coed, "Already got another date, don't you," she stopped and leaned forward and whispered, "you naughty girl." She winked.
Angel blushed deeply and shook her head, gaping like a fish at Brooklyn, frowning at her.
She never mentioned Matt to him before.
"Oh Hillary, you chop," Angel laughed nervously and steered a giggling Hillary to the guys again, introducing Brooklyn to all of them.
"Good to see you again, party animal," Earnest said and winked.
Angel laughed and sat down along with Brooklyn, him ordering the two of them something to drink. This reminded her painfully of three years ago.
"I don't know about this, guys," Angel said, taking a step back from the entrance of Hawaiian Paradise and shook her head slightly, adjusting her skirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Dahlia threw her head back and rolled her eyes, grabbing Angel's arm. Brooklyn came closer as well. "Angel," Dahlia said. "Remember number three on you bucket list?" Angel frowned. "Marry Ryan Gosling?" Dahlia chuckled and shook her head again, grabbing Angel's shoulders. "No, man! I meant number four: Do something rebellious." Angel bit her lip and looked over at Brooklyn, grinning widely at her. Angel looked at the bar, which she thought she'd only enter once she was the drinking age, eighteen, but that night, she took a chance. "Fine," she breathed and Dahlia and Brooklyn both cheered.
A shot was put in front of Angel and she launched for it, drowning it down, just like she was taught the first time, when she was sixteen. She looked over at Brooklyn and he was already looking at her. He gave her a look, saying that he remembers that night too.
Dahlia was always the one who Angel could have fun with. The two of them complimented each other quite greatly, encouraging each other to try new things and taking turns in being the brave one in whatever situation. This made them such best friends.
"When is your cast coming off," Josh asked and Angel turned her attention towards him. He pointed at her cast, filled with some pictures Hillary drew on them.
Angel sighed and shrugged. "Next week, which is quite the relief."
A thumping song came on and everybody whooped and hollered, getting up.
"Let's dance, bitches!" Hillary screamed, making Angel share a look with Brooklyn and burst out laughing.
Everybody got up, except Angel and Brooklyn. The two of them smiled at the rest as they went closer to the dance for. Almost at exactly the same time, the two of them whip their heads to face each other.
"Why would Dahlia know this Brandy chick?" Angel asked immediately, her face serious.
Brooklyn played with his empty shot glass and wondered into space, biting his lip as he usually does when he thinks. "Hm," he muttered. "Maybe they went to the same school? Dahlia did only come to Jacarandawood when you two were thirteen, right?"
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Uncovering Dahlia's Truth
Mystery / Thriller"She's gone." Those two simple words was all it took to throw Angel into a state where she shut out everyone. After two years after losing her best friend, Dahlia, Angel goes to university were she meets an old friend, Brooklyn, at a party on her b...
