You're supposed to be mine.

chapter 9

Hey, guys! not going to bore you with lots of information why i couldn't write. Truth is, i just dont have time! I'll try and make the chapters a little longer for you all. Enjoy! 

After a large amount of persuading from Brooke, i agreed to let her do my hair and make-up. I partly only agreed to let her because I knew that she wouldn't give up! So stubborn! 

"So," she began, after closing the car door behind her and making her way to her front path, "for your hair, I could do you a messy bun swept to the side, and have some loose curls at the side of your face?" I grimanced at her. Her idea of 'messy' was, infact, too neat. I didn't like too neat, and i hated my hair been all perfect and prissy! She rolled her eyes very dramatically. "How about i just curl your hair loosely with tongs?" 

"Yeah, I suppose that sounds a lot better." 

"What about make-up? Any preferences?" 

"Nope. I'll let you surprise me, since you didn't really chose my hair style." 

She squealed something awful. "Yay! aw, this is going to be a fun night!" 

Trying to change the subject, i asked hopefully, "Shall we order a pizza or something tonight." 

"Sure. But you're paying." She said quite simply, jamming her key in the lock and oppening her front door for us both to enter. 

We trailed up stairs and into Brookes room. She busied herself by pulling out make up box after mak up box from drawers and wardrobes, whilst I jumped on the bed, which dipped completely with my weight and the force i landed, and half bounced me back up. I twisted my body, trying to stay on the bed but ended up tumbling and falling flat on my face with a loud skud. Brooke span round to face me on her heel, her eyes popping out of her head and her cheeks puffed out, trying to hold back her laughter. 

Just as i pushed myself up with my hands and was sitting on my bum rubbing my throbbing head, her hand flew down to her stomach, crutching it tightly and she exploded in a loud round of laughter. Her knees buckled under her and in the matter of two seconds she was lying on her back next to me in histerics! 

"Oh oh, oh -- PAHAHAAHAHAAA! Oh, oh, haha!" She spluttered, trying to catch a breath. "You- should've... seen.. your -- FACE!" She burst into another round of laughter. 

I stared at her giggling with a death glare for a few minutes, just before she stopped laughing and sighed, wiping away tears which were sliding down her face with the back of her hand. 

Brooke held her stomach, "My belly hurts. Don't make me laugh so much!"

I watched in wide shock as she stood up with one swift movement and returned to rumaging in her make-up bags. 

"You.. are a weirdo." I wispered. 

A few moments passed before she answered, hidden excitement in her voice. "Right, we only have a few hours till the party starts. Go jump in the shower so we can get ready!" 

I really didn't want to ruin anything, I mean, she was excited! Who was i to destroy her exciment with a snide comment just because I didn't want to go to a stupid party with a bunch of drink scavenging teenagers? I honestly didn't want to go, but I should just go and put a smile on my face. It would certainly keep Brooke happy. 

I took a quick shower in her en-suit bathroom and grabbed the housecoat from the hook on the back of the door, wrapping it round me and tying it once i had dried off. Brooke's mum had bought me one a few years ago, because every time i stayed i would steal Brooke's, so she thought it would be useful to have my own, as i stayed her most nights! 

I pushed open the bathroom door just as Brooke hit 'play' on her iPod speakers, which loudly blasted music through the whole house. 

"Crap!" she shouted over the noise, reaching for the volume button to turn it down. I didn't realise the song which was playing until Brooke started screaming the lyrrics. Then i realised it was 'Kiss Me' by Jason Walker. One of my favourite songs! -- which, sadly, was being ruined by Brooke. 

"Brooke, I can't hear myself think!" I lied. I just wanted her to shut up! She could dance and stuff, but there was no way her voice can be be regarded as good! She's terrible! 

She paused and shouted over the music, grinning from ear to ear. "I don't care if I'm ruining you song!" She sang louder, making an idiot of herself. It made me chuckle. "Okay, sit down so i can start your hair. 

I sat down at her dressung table, facing the mirror. All around the sides of the mirror were pictures of Brooke, myself, Peyton, Jessica and Jason. There were a few pictures of her with her cheerleading squand. All the pictures of just me and her dated back to when we were two all the way up till around our second year of high school, were a few of our friends would be in it.

"We look so cute in this picture."  I muttered, pointing to a photo of Brooke and I when we were both 5. My two front teeth were missing and Brooke had big chocolate smudges on her chin, cheeks and her forehead. We looked anything but cute. 

"Aw yeah, that was when we were at Jason's 6th birthday at that soft play place that used to be down the street from you. I think we had just came out of the ballpit. Wish I could be as stunning now." 

Her sarcasm made me laugh. "If only. We would have all the guys!"

"Oh, that reminds me." My face dropped. Oh, no. Was she going to mention Aaron? I hoped she didn't. "A little birdie text me whilst you were in the shower. I have no idea how he got my number, but it was that creepy Aiden guy in our year." She probably saw the confused look on my face and added, "Luke's friend?" 

"Oh, right. Okay. What did he say? 

"He asked if i was going to Alexandra's party." She said, a knowing smile on her face, and an eyebrow cocked. 

"Um..?" I mused. "Why's that look on your face if you know a creepy stalker guy fancies you?" I couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the thought of them 'together'. Aiden was about 4 foot nothing, had a light brown/red afro. He had huge dimples and a thousand freckles. A rumour was spread that he had some sort of disease when we were younger. Everyone was informed that he had cooties. Somehow, I doubt now that it was true. 

"It's not about him." Her grin widened. "It's Luke."

What? Does he like Brooke? What am I going to do if they start going out? My mood sadened. "Well.. I.. I suppose if he likes you.. you should, you know.. Do you like him back?"

"No!" I mean I could talk to him for you!"

"Well, I suppose I would let you two.. Wait what!? You would do that.. for me?"

"Course! Now lets get your hair done, idiot!"