The Chronicles Of Us

Chapter 4: You know you're in trouble when the eight year old plays matchmaker

Hiya ma amazing friends! How ya doin and stuff? 

Dedicated to my amayzin friend Rashmi. Love you sis! 

Yeah, let's just move on....

Brooke's POV:

"I want food."  

My head jerked up from where I was drawing pictures for Jamie to color in. 

"What? But you just ate!"  

"That was an hour ago. I wanna go out!" He whined. 

"Fine." I grumbled, only because I was in desperate need of coffee, "I'll take you to Starbucks." 

"YAAAY!" Jamie screamed, doing a victory dance for the second time today, "But we have to take Damian." He said in a somber tone. 

No, oh no,this is where I draw a boundary, I'm not going anywhere with him if I can help it. 

I open my mouth to respond but Jamie cuts me off, "Besides, you weren't thinking of walking,were you?"  

Damn, this kid's grown up fast, I had not thought of than. I grumbled a response and headed out the door but Jamie pulled at my T-Shirt. "I'll wash my face if you go and call him." And this was followed by his famous Bambi eyes. 

Argh, that guy's brainwashing me with that look of his. His blue eyes are already unusually big, he doesn't have to make them bigger! 

"Uh!" I groaned, "I hate you." 

"No you don't," He said, making his eyes go wider, if that was possible, "You wove me." He pouted. 

And that, my friends, is where I melted. 

"Alright, fine! You win." I said, sticking my tongue out. 

"Go," He said, shooing me away, "Go get your boyfriend." 

Holy... 

You know you're in trouble when the eight year old plays matchmaker. 

"Jamie, we're not-" I start saying but he slams the door on my face. 

Jerk.

I knock on his door hesitantly. Come on Brooke, I think, you can do this. 

It takes all my energy to stop my feet from running away and puking in the bathroom. 

"Come in." Comes the muffled reply. 

I turn the doorknob as slowly as possible and chant all the mantra's I know as I push the door open.

Holy Cow. 

"Shit! Brooke! I thought you were Jamie! I mean, I didn't-" Stutters a very flustered, very naked Damian. 

Okay, maybe not naked. 

But he's bloody not wearing a bloody T-Shirt. Why, oh why does God have to torture me by giving him the perfect chiseled six packs?  

"I, Uh," I stutter in response, "I can come back later-" I start to say but he's already pulled on a T-Shirt. 

"No,wait." He says, walking up to me, "What's wrong?"  

He's way too close to me, so I take a step back. I make the mistake of looking into his dark blue orbs and I see them crack with hurt for a second before morphing back into his usual carefree, yet careful glance. 

"Uh," I stammer, great, now I'm incapable of speech, good going Brooke. "Jamie wanted to go to Starbucks and he won't go walking and he wants to go with you so I was wondering-" I stop, realizing I was rambling without putting words into proper sentences.