Jelly Bean and Skittles

Peter

A/N OKAY IM FINISHING THE STORY TODAY. EPILOGUES TOMORROW. NEW STORY THAT'S LIKE THIS BUT ISNT A SPIN OFF OR SEQUEL WILL BE UPDATED. NOW CONTINUE

Peter didn't understand Brook today. She refused to talk about her birthday, refused to have a a party, and begged to pretend it was a normal day.

And Brook never begs. Ever.

"Brook are you okay?"

"Just thinking. Are you?"

"I'm just confused."

"Why's that babe?"

"Why don't you wanna talk about your birthday?"

Brooklynne froze and then stood up. She grabbed his car keys and handed it to him.

"I'll show you. Just drive me there."

Peter nodded and took the keys. They set off to the car. As they drove, Brook gazed out the window only talking when to give him directions.

They came upon a graveyard.

Brook got out of the car and ran towards the middle. She stopped in front of a grave. Peter was breathless as he attempted to follow her. Brook was being really strange.

"Why are we- oh."

There on the gravestone read the name

Jessica Anderson
Rest In Peace
Beloved daughter, wife, and mother

"She died on my birthday."

"What?"

"I've never actually met my mother. She died giving birth to me."

"Brook I'm so sorry."

"Its fine. But that's why we don't talk about my birthday."

"Is this why you don't like childbirth?"

"Yep."

"Okay. Well you know what?"

"What."

"Happy Birthday."

"...Thank you."

"Now we are going to get ice cream and celebrate your birth. And I'll give you my present and then we won't talk about it if you want."

"That sounds.... nice."

"Of course it's nice. Goodbye Mrs. Anderson. Thank you for the gift that is your daughter."

"Bye mom..."

And hand in hand the two left. They got ice cream and complained about how cold it was outside as they licked the frozen treat. Peter gave her a Pandora bracelet. And they didn't talk about her birthday. And Brook felt as if it was the best birthday ever.

And back at Jess Anderson's grave a tulip began to grow in the middle of winter. And a blonde haired blue eyed Angel smiled lovingly from above.

Everyone: AWWWW

Me: y'all make me sick. We still have to go through New Years, College acceptance letters,  Promposals, Prom, and graduation. Then we have epilogues.

Everyone: yay!

me: so much writing to be done.