Brooklyn
Smile. Just smile. I thought to myself as I sit here in silent, glaring at Luke. He sat across from me in the table. Michaela sat next to me and I sat at the end of the table. Luke was on his phone with a smile on his face.
We didn't talk about the whole stunt he pulled outside of the restaurant. We just sat down, not talk to each other. Whenever he tried to start a conversation, I'd try to have Michaela involved at the conversation as well.
The Paparazzi left an hour ago. The restaurant manager called the police because some tried to sneak inside. His fans obviously found out about that and began to send hate on Twitter.
Other than that, We've been in this restaurant for over two hours, waiting for Michael and Ashton. In those two hours, I've had to many glasses of champagne. I've very tempted to have another one but Michael had to be an ass and asked the waiter to stop giving me Champagne.
I tapped, Michaela's shoulder to get her attention. She looked at me and smiled.
"Do have, um, a cig-" she cut me off knowing what I wanted.
"Yeah." She reached on her pocket, taking out a box of Marlboro, hiding it under the table. I took hold of it and took a cigarette out.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
"It's alright, d'you need a lighter?"
"No, I have mine." I said loud enough for the both of us to hear. I placed the cigarette on my pocket and stood up from my seat.
"Where are you going?" Luke asked.
"Just going out for some air." I replied, pushing my chair in.
"D'you want me to come?" He asked, placing phone down on the table. I shook my head and began walking away.
Luke's POV
"Michaela. What is she actually doing?" I asked, raising a brow. I heard them both whispering from across the table. The word 'lighter' was mentioned which got me interested in their conversation.
"I don't know. Go see for yourself if you want." She said and turned away.
"Fine." I got up, took my jacket and began to head outside. It was dark out and there are barely anyone outside. I stepped out of the restaurant and looked around. I could' see where she was. I walked a little further and found a small figure, leaning against the wall.
"Brooklyn?" I asked.
"Shit." I heard her say. It was definitely her. I walked over to her, trying figure out what she was doing. Her hand moved from her mouth down to her side. She was holding a small object in both of her hands.
"Brooke, what are you doing here?" I asked as I got closer to her.
"Go away Luke." She said, ignoring my stare.
"No. What are you doing here? You could be kidnapped." I said. She began laughing and looked up at me.
"Like you care."
"I do." I stated. She shook her head and got back to what she was doing; trying to light a cigarette.
"I thought you stopped?"
"I did, but then u were gone and I felt like I didn't need to keep the promise anymore so I got back to it. You weren't there to care." Her voice began to crack at the end of her sentence. She's drunk Luke. She doesn't know what she's talking about.
"Give me Lighter Brooke." I held my hand out in front of her. She looked at me, held the cigarette between her thumb and middle finger, and said "no" so I snatched it.
"Luke, what the fuck?! Give it back." I stepped away from her as she walked towards me.
"Brooklyn it's for your own good."
"Luke I know what good and what's bad for me. I'm not a child, give it back." She angrily said.
"You don't know what's good for you right now Brooke." I held the lighter up in the air so wouldn't be able to reach it. Brooklyn started jumping, trying to reach it but she wasn't tall enough.
"Fuck you Luke. You know this is the only thing that kept me happy. Not everyone in the world have their fans to turn to when they're upset. Some people only have a cigarette and a lighter."
"Don't involve them in this conversation. Unlike you, they actually know what how to keep me happy." I said. Brooklyn stopped and took a step back. She was silent and still for a moment.
It took me a moment to realize what I just said. "Brooklyn I didn't mean to-"
"I'm sorry." She shook her head, turned around and ran. Fuck.
"Brooklyn!" I ran after her. She turned to a corner. Once I reached the the end of the street she was no where to be found.
"Luke!" A voice shouted from behind me. I turned around and it was Michaela. She was sprinting towards me.
"Where's Brooklyn?" She asked.
"She ran off."
