The Chronicles Of Us

Chapter 2: My brother's the best thing on this planet

Thank you guys, you guys are too sweet! Hehe, me is very happy right now! Hence the very unusually long chapter! Thank you to all the people who voted, commented, or added this story to their reading lists, it means a lot to me! This chapter is for KatieMoore3 for being the first to review!

Brooke's POV:

"So, Emily called," My mom said, almost sounding nervous. I looked up from where I was sorting the knives, forks and spoons. Emily Jamesson? Damian's mother?

"And?" I prompted, "What did she want?"

"She asked whether you could babysit Jamie after dinner, she has to go run some blood tests and Damian's gone out with his friends so she was asking. She said she wouldn't bother you at such a short notice, but Jamie's been asking for you." My mom blurted out.

The mention of that little kid softened my heart, Jamie Mikhail Jamesson was the cutest six year old in the world, according to me. Of course, he was eight now, but somehow, I didn't think time was going to change him.

"Of course I'll do it." I said warmly, how could I refuse? I was dying to find a reason to see Jamie again anyway. And Mrs. Jamesson had leukemia, it's the least I could do.

And, Damian wouldn't be there, the opportunity was too perfect.

My mom's eyes were softening too much so I quickly added, "But this doesn't mean you can do around telling people I'm going to be babysitting again, I don't have time for that.

Mom nodded, "Cross my heart and hope to die." She said, crossing her heart and miming killing herself.

I smiled, this was our way of keeping pinky promises. Sometimes I forgot that my mother was only seventeen years older than me. She was always going to be a kid at heart.

"I sent Branton to get Chinese takeout, you can eat and then walk over,unless you want me to drop you?" She looked at me with questioning eyes.

i rolled my eyes, "Mom, I think I'm capable of walking three houses without dying or getting kidnapped." I said.

My mom sighed, "I sure hope so honey. You know you can be-"

"Moooom! I'm home!" We were, thankfully, interrupted by my brother's arrival.

My brother marched into the room, whistling, his arms full of bags which he dropped on the counter.

"I'll go get your Dad." Mom said, walking out of the room.

I turned to find my brother smirking at me. "What?" I asked, confused.

"So, I ran into lover boy on the way to China Town." His smirk getting bigger, if that was possible.

My cheeks flushed, "Don't call him that."

"I told him you were very eager to meet him again."

"You did not-"

"You're right, I didn't. I'm not that mean."

"Good," I said hotly, "Because I never want to see him again."

"Brooke-" My brother started when I cut him, "I know." I said, sliding onto the counter. 

My brother walked next to me and gave me a small smile, "I know he hurt you-" He started, but I cut him again, "Can we please talk about something else?"

Branton took a deep breath, "All I wanted to say is that he was openly curious to talk to you, and he was really friendly. And he was your best friend Brookie." My brother said,using the nickname for me which only he was allowed to use.

"He was not my best friend!" I hissed, almost in tears. Calm down, I told myself, he's not worth crying over.

My brother gave me a sad knowing smile, I hated it when he could see right through me like I was an open book. 

He kissed my forehead, "All I want you to know is that I'm always going to be there for you, okay?" He said, softly.

"Okay." I choked out, putting my arms around his for a brief hug. My brother might be the world's biggest goofball, but he was always the  best big brother I could ever ask for.

"I love you Bran." I whispered. He chuckled against my ear, "Love you too Brookie, now how bout eating up all the good stuff before Mom and Dad get here?"

I smiled, "Sure, that's taking them so long anyway?"

My brother shuddered dramatically, "I don't think you really wan to think about that."

With that, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, "Come on your highness." He said in a British accent.

"Put me down you nincompoop!" Don't ask me how I could say that slung upside down, it's talent, sheer talent.

"Okay," My brother said, and dropped me on the floor face first. Let's just say, I'm still alive just because of the rug.

I got up, rubbing my sore elbow and glared at my brother, "You're a goner now." I said and jumped onto his back and started ticking him.

Yes, I know. I'm an evil genius.

"Noo, mercy please, truce, truce." My brother yelled between laughter, trying in vain to push me off. I just dug my nails into the skin of his shoulder.

"Okay, okay." My brother said, panting, "You win."

"Yes!" I jumped off his back and started doing a victory dance around the house.

"Someone's really happy." Dad said, smiling, his hand casually draped around Mom's waist.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!" My brother and I screamed in unison.

"Don't go all PDA on us!" My brother huffed.

"Yeah," I added, "Keep it PG. My eyes are still innocent."

My mom rolled her eyes, "You better eat fast, I can see your dad eyeing the momos.

Oh, heck no, no way, those momos were all mine. I prepared to tackle my Dad for them.

So, I said this chapter was going to be big, and it sort of is, isn't it? Well, I'm going to start working on the next chapter right away, so I guess it should be up by tomorrow. But after that I'm going for vacation to some desolate place in the middle of nowhere, fingers crossed there's wifi connection there!

Until next time,

Rue.