Kiss Under the Moonlight (SND Series Book #2)

Chapter 3

A U B R E Y

I slowly blink my eyes open and take in my surroundings. The familiar furniture of Kevin and Brooke's condo is what I see. I didn't know I fell asleep. The last I remembered was that Brooke and I were talking about her and Kevin's upcoming wedding. I stretch my arms above my head. I'm try to get up, but something heavy on my lap stops me. I look down, and see Brooke laying on me with Charlie snoring on her lap.

The sound of the front door opening has me averting my eyes to it. Charlie lets out a bark and scrambles out of Brooke's arms. Brooke grunts as she starts to wake up. 

Kevin walks in through the door and gives me a small smile. I smile back at him, and watch as Charlie starts jumping on him with his little tail shaking in excitement. Brooke sits up and when she sees Kevin a bright smile lights up her face. 

"Hey babe." she greets Kevin. She gets off the couch while holding her small baby bump. I can't help but stare in amazement as they hug and kiss each other. The feeling of loneliness strikes me. All of my years of dating, I wished for that with at least one of my boyfriends and I never got it. Seeing Brooke having what I wanted doesn't make me mad or jealous. It makes me lonely. 

I shake away my deep thoughts and get off the couch. I put my purse on my arm and stretch. "Well it was nice hanging out with you Brooke, but I got to go." I said giving her a smile. Brooke nods her head in understanding and pulls into a bear hug. I reach around her and squeeze her harder than she's squeezing me. 

I wave at Kevin, and walk out of the door. I make my way down to the first floor, and into the garage. I get in my car and pull off. I halt to a stop at a stop light and I can't help but think back to my earlier thoughts. 

Will I ever find love? I've been wanting it since my freshman year and high school and now here I am, eight years later, no where near close to my goal. I sigh and squeeze the steering wheel tight. Life can be so unfair. 

Thirty minutes later, I pull up to my apartment. I take a peek at the time and see that it's almost one in the morning. Damn, I've been over Brooke's house for almost five hours. We were too busy talking and watching movies that time slipped by. 

I get out my car and walk up my doorstep. I reach into my purse, pull out my keys, and unlock the door. I step in, and close and lock the door. I slip off my shoes and trudge, tiredly, up the stairs. I strip out of my sweater and tights, and instead put on my night gown. 

I slip under the comforter of my bed, and the cool satin sheets meets my warm skin. I sigh in content and snuggle up to my pillows. 

I close my eyes and fall asleep.

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The loud blare of the alarm clock on my phone has me bolting awake from my slumber. I hurriedly reach over to turn it off. My eyes widen at the time, 8:30 AM. Shit! I'm going to be late for dance practice. Dance practice doesn't start until nine and it takes me for forever to get ready. I hurriedly jump out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. 

I hurriedly brush my teeth and run out the bathroom. I yank open my drawers and search for my gray long sleeve crop top, and black tights. I put those on and then slip on my black and white Adidas. 

I pick up my hair brush, from my dresser, and brush my hair up into a high ponytail. I do a quick once over to make sure I'm decent enough. When I get my phone and my purse and jog down the stairs. 

On my way out the door, I pick up a granola bar and a bottle of water, and walk out. The sound of car horns and the dim sunlight greets me as I walk outside. I check the time on my phone and see that its 8:50. I have ten minutes to get to the studio or Mrs. Tucker, my dance instructor, will make me stretch longer than the other girls.