Brooklyn’s POV
I wake up around 1pm after my long night, smiling as I remember swimming with Luke. I shower and take my time figuring out what to wear. I really like Luke but I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. I finally go with leggings and a plain red tank top. My hair is naturally a bit curly but I run a straightener over it to help the frizz. “Hey mom! I’m going over to the house a few doors down to watch movies!” I tell her walking by the living room.
“Ok sweetie! Call if you’re going to be super late!” I agree and close the door behind me. On my short walk the sky is an angry gray color and for the first time since I’ve been here I think it might rain. I knock on Luke’s door just as the first few raindrops start to fall.
“Hey!” Luke’s face lights up when he answers the door. “Come in!” he gently takes my hand and leads me into a big living room. “Guys! Brooklyn’s here!” He yells grabbing the boys attention. They all say hi and wave. “That is Harley, Michael’s girlfriend.” Luke points to a small dark haired girl basically sitting in his lap.
“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you!” She stands up and engulfs me in a big hug, catching me off guard. “It’ll be so nice to have another girl around these idiots!” I laugh.
“Let me show you around before we start the movie, yea?” I nod and he takes my hand again leading me to different rooms. “Kitchen,” before we go down a flight of stairs. My heart stops at the sight of a drum kit surrounded by three guitars. “And this is where we have band practice!” Shit. This is not happening right now. I go numb, paralyzed to the spot unable to speak. Gunnar was a musician and songwriter. He was amazing at both the guitar and piano. “Oh did I not tell you I’m a singer?” he asks at my silence. “Brooklyn? Are you ok?” I am vaguely aware of him waving a hand in front of my face. I turn on my heel and bolt out of the house, past everyone in the living room. Outside the rain hits my face like tiny punches but it barely fazes me. “Brooklyn! Wait! Please stop! What did I do?” Luke yells running after me. But I don’t stop.
Luke’s POV
“This is where we have band practice!” I gesture to our downstairs set up with all our instruments. Brooklyn stays quiet, a look I can’t place on her face. Shit did I not tell her that I’m in a band? “Oh did I not tell you I’m a singer?” She still says nothing. “Brooklyn? Are you ok?” I wave a hand in front of her face. She doesn’t blink of flinch. All of a sudden she is running back upstairs. What the fuck did I do? I take of after her past everyone in the living room looking completely confused. I follow her outside and down the street the opposite way of her house. “Brooklyn! Wait! Please stop! What did I do?” I beg running through the rain. She is pretty fast and I fall behind. Defeated I stop and turn back.
“What the hell just happened?” Calum asks when I walk through the door soaking wet.
“I don’t even know! I was showing her the practice area and she just froze up.” I can tell none of them really know what to say. “I’m gonna go shower. Not really in the mood to hang out. Sorry guys.” They all give me sympathetic looks before I walk away. In the shower I let the water run down my back relaxing my muscles. Why? That’s all I want to understand is why. Maybe she hates musicians? After probably honestly a good hour I dry off and pull on sweatpants. I fall into bed knowing full well I wont be able to sleep. I make my way down to the part of the beach by Brooklyn’s house. I sit facing the ocean like always. Though this time I’m waiting for her to come. My phone says it’s 2:30am. All I want is for her to come and explain what happened. I have no idea what we are either. I mean I know she likes me at least a little since she kissed me, but are we together? Is it serious? It’s only been a week since I met her and she’s already driving me crazy. The next time I look at my phone it reads 3:45. I huff and decide to wait a little bit longer “Luke! Luke, mate! Wake up!” Calum shakes me awake. I quickly sit up and brush the sand off myself, slightly disoriented at where I am. Looking around I’m still on the beach. “Did you really fall asleep out here waiting for her?”
“I guess so,” I sigh. “I was just hoping for some answers, but she never came.” We walk back to the beach house.
“She’ll come around. I could tell how much she likes you at lunch. Anytime you said anything her eyes lit up and she listened better.” I would have told him he was crazy if I didn’t want it to be true so badly.
Brooklyn’s POV
I ran, and kept running. I didn’t even know where I was going. I finally stopped at this little park, hoping I’ve gone far enough so that Luke isn’t following me anymore. Breathing heavy I sit down on a bench. At least it’s raining and no one can tell I’m sobbing my eyes out. I still have all of Gunnar’s songs on my IPod. I haven’t listened to them since he died. I just can’t. I can’t listen to any music. Of course Luke is a fucking musician. When it starts getting dark, and the rain let’s up a bit I start heading back to the beach house.
“Oh my god! What happened?” My mother exclaims when I walk through the door, hair and clothes dripping wet.
“Nothing.”
“Really Brooklyn? You come in late, sopping wet and expect me to believe it’s nothing.”
“Fine. I may have had another Gunnar moment,” I choke a bit on his name. I hardly say it out loud anymore.
“Sweetie,” she sighs. “Go shower and change and I’ll make some tea and we’ll talk. Ok?” I nod and head upstairs. 45 minutes later I’m warm in a pair of sweats and a tank top. My mom is sitting at our kitchen table with two mugs of steaming green tea. My favorite. “So, what set you off this time?”
“Well I went over to Luke’s-“
“Luke?” she raises her eyebrows at me. “Another conversation,” she concludes.
“Anyways, Luke is staying with his friends whom he forgot to mention are also his band mates. So I saw their equipment and had a flashback of sitting with Gunnar and listening to him play.”
“Brooklyn hunny, I understand. That was a huge part of him. But it’s getting worse. You need help.” I sigh knowing she’s right.
“Fine. One session.”
“I already found someone. She seems like a great psychiatrist. I’ll call and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I nod and take my tea upstairs. Hours later I can’t sleep. Typical me. I start to get ready to go outside but stop when I remember Luke is probably going to be there. I quick rush to the window to find his figure sitting on the beach in our spot. I can’t face him yet. My alarm goes off at 8. I groan and slowly get up. On my way to the bathroom I pass by the window, and double back. What the hell? Luke is still out there, fast asleep.
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The One That Got Away
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