Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Two - Big News!

I woke up to the sound of New York City street cabs racing past my window. It was almost 11 so I decided it was time to get out of bed and stop being a lazy arse. Lets face it, there's some days when you really can't be bothered getting out of bed, it was like my bed was continuously calling me back.

I hopped in my shower, attempting to wake myself up, it never really worked though. New York wasn't really what I expected. To be honest, I expected bright lights, not cabs waking me up every morning. I liked it better in my hometown, Cali.

My dad called me from downstairs.

"Izzy! Izzy, are you nearly ready, you have about 15 minutes!" He knew I hated my name being shortened to Izzy, but I guess I got bored of correcting him. If anyone was going to shorten my name, it was Bella, or nothing at all, Isabella was fine by me.

Every Sunday afternoon, me and my Dad would meet my Mom to get some lunch after her night shift. She was always knackered and didn't talk much, but it's the only time we really spent time together as a three.

I soon dried my hair, quicker than usual considering my long, brown locks normally took at least 10 minutes to dry. I went with the plain mascara, and left the rest, seeing as I was only with my parents. I slipped on a plain white skater dress, with some black ballerina shoes and a golden spiky necklace. I was ready, with six minutes to spare.

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After I got back with my parents, my Mom went straight to bed, seeing as she just finished a 12 hour shift at the hospital, 12pm-12am. My Dad on the other hand, took a call outside leaving me alone in the living room, I decided to leave him to it and check my twitter feed.

As soon as my Dad finished on what seemed an important call, he rushed upstairs towards their bedroom, I was confused. His expression was bitter sweet, I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad. "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!"

My Mom was soon awake. That's all I heard before they came rushing downstairs.

"Hunnie, we're moving to the UK" my face was blank, I didn't know what to say.

"We're going to England!" My Dad continued. This was going too fast, I was a seventeen year old girl, who just moved from Melbourne, leaving behind my friends and memories, living in New York for just 4 1/2 weeks, then suddenly to England. I refused.

"No." I protested.

"What do you mean no? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity?" My dad continued trying to convince me.

"I mean no, I've moved already from a life I started in Melbourne. I've been here four weeks, JUST FOUR WEEKS," my voice got louder, "I'm either staying here, TRYING to develop a life with you both, or you guys are going without me? Your pick." I felt a bit of power in me.

My Mom and Dad looked at each other, and my Mom came out with something I thought I'd never hear.

"Go back to Melbourne." My jaw dropped, in a good way. Was my luck finally turning around?

"Yes, if you can find someone to stay with in Melbourne, preferably an old friend, it's a deal."

I was moving back to Melbourne, baby!

(A/N - this chapter is slightly shorter than the first, but remember to vote up, thankyou! :))