Hey. I'm Brooklyn. A lot of people call me Brooke though. I'm fourteen, fifteen in April. I have a younger sister, and her name is Henley. I go to public school (although I despise it.) My best friend is Caleb. Caleb LeBlanc, you know, the one from YouTube? I've known him since I was seven. I met him in the first grade, when he was in second and went to public school. We were always so close until sixth grade, when he transferred to homeschool. (Bratayley got a bit too popular, and he didn't really like public school anymore.) I stayed in school, but that didn't hurt Caleb and I's friendship. We live about ten minutes away from each other, and I'm good friends with both him and his sisters, so we all hung out, a lot. Feelings – wise, I've always kinda liked him. Especially this year. People have always seen him and me as a couple, but we have never really seen it, until, as I said, this year. He is my best friend, and I love him.
Today, though, was simply the hardest day of my life.
"I'm so sorry." The nurse said, rubbing my shoulder as tears dripped down the sides of my cheeks. It was 11:30 at night. My dad had just passed away. We don't know what from, or anything like that. I got my phone and I got up from the chair I was sitting in, not saying anything. I walked outside to the car, unlocking it and getting in the front seat. I sat there for awhile, my head between my knees, sobbing until I couldn't cry anymore. My sister and mom eventually got into the car as well. Tears dripped down their faces as well. Nobody said anything. Nobody said anything at all.
We got home, and I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I got changed into sweats, and I layed down. I got out my phone, and hesitated to call Caleb. I eventually did, trying to stabilize my voice as the phone rang.
"Hey Brooke." Caleb said. "What's going on? It's late."
"Can you come over?" I asked him, my voice still extremely shaky.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Not really, no. I'll try and explain later, I just need someone right now." I told him, tears still falling.
"I only have my permit, but mom'll probably let me drive over there. Should I bring overnight stuff?" He asked, his voice full of worry.
"Yeah, it could be awhile." I said.
"I'll be there in ten." He said, hanging up. I buried my face in a pillow, crying still.
I heard a soft knock on my door a few minutes later. I sat up, pulled my hair up, and breathed.
"Come in." I managed.
"Brooke?" He said, slowly. "What's going on? Your mom and sister are just sitting in the dark downstairs. What happened?"
"My dad's gone." I whispered.
"He left?"
"He died." I said, falling back down and once again buried my face in my pillow.
"Oh, my god." He said, dropping his drawstring bag on the ground and sitting on the edge of my bed, rubbing my shoulder. "Brooklyn, I'm so sorry."
I looked up at him, blinking away tears.
"I'm staying." He said, quietly, and matter of factly. "I'm gonna call my mom, and explain what happened, and then get changed." He said, in a calm and quiet voice.
"Okay."
He got up, and walked into my bathroom, dialing his mom's number. He came out a few minutes later, in sweatpants and a tshirt. He sat on the couch, grabbing a blanket and laying down.
"Brooke?" He eventually said.
"Yeah?"
"You'll never understand how sorry I am."
"Thanks, Cae."
I lay in bed for awhile, unable to sleep.
"Caleb?" I asked him.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Can you just, come up here?" I asked him, as he nodded and lay next to me.
It was two in the morning at this point. He wrapped his arms around me, whispering into my ear,
"Goodnight, Brooklyn Alexandra."
My full name. He never used it, but I loved it when he did. I turned around to face him, saying "goodnight, Caleb Logan."
A lot changed that day, including my feelings for him. I really liked him, and I didn't really know what to do about it.
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I redid chapter 1 for you😂💙
