The 'No-Drama' Policy

~Chapter Eight~

Brooklyn

I lay awake in bed that night, unable to shut my brain off. I was thinking about Dylan. Did I have a crush on him? I honestly couldn't tell anymore. 

I didn't understand anything anymore. Would it count as drama if he liked me too and we just got together quietly and peacefully? I guess I couldn't risk that. Ugh.

I tried to analyze my feelings. I really liked hanging out with him, but he was my friend. It made me uncomfortable when he called me Brookie Cookie, but maybe that was just me being nervous. 

Finally I decided to Google it, because I'm just that pathetic. From what it looked like, I had a crush. From the Brookie Cookie butterflies I got to the nervous habit of playing with my hair only when he's around. The internet agreed, I was crushing hard.

But how hadn't I realized myself?

 Finally I fell asleep telling myself that it didn't matter because the No-Drama Policy made it impossible to pursue anyway.  

(A/N~Some chapters are going to be kind of short, sorry!)