= Brooke =
We've been sitting on his couch in silence for about 5 minutes now. I had a lot to say before I came here but now that he's in front of me, I can't say a word.
"What are we?" I finally asked, breaking the silence. His tired eyes moved from the floor to me. He stared for a minute before looking back down.
It seems like he doesn't have the answer. None of us knows.
"What do you want us to be?" He adds, returning his gaze on me. I bit my lower lip, shrugging. "I liked you a lot but we both are aware that it's not working out and I don't think it will ever work out."
He sighs, slowly shaking his head. "Why do you think it never will? I've been trying so hard but it seems like you're always the first one to give up." I hung my head low, guilty.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault, I know that." I admit. "Why do you do that? What's the problem?" He calmly asks, making me look up to meet his questioning stare.
"I'm the problem. I'm not who you think I am." I blurt out resulting him to furrow both his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" I scooted closer to him, holding his hands.
"Can you keep a huge secret?" He looked confused but still managed to nod. Sighing, I let go of his hands and took the hood of my coat off. I also took the bun out, revealing my dyed-blonde hair.
"Do I look like someone else to you?" It took him a while to take in all the information but when he finally did, his sleepy eyes flew wide open. "No. No fcking way. You're-"
"Brielle Wilde - youtuber, ex-vine star, social media personality, actress, model, producer, director and creator." As soon as those word left my mouth, I wanted to take it back because he might think I'm cocky.
"I don't know if I should believe this or maybe I'm just dreaming." I smiled, taking my phone out and went on Instagram. I immediately searched for his account and followed it.
His phone lit up, showing a notification from Instagram. "No." He shook his head, grabbing his phone. "Do you believe me now?" He hesitantly nods.
"Is this why we can't be?" He asks, changing the mood back to how it originally was. I put on a sad smile. "Remember the time you told me how you felt about me a few weeks after our graduation?"
He nods, and I continue. "When you started ignoring me a few weeks before that, I was actually upset and I had no idea why. I thought it was only because you told me you wanted to be friends with me but then pretended I didn't exist afterwards."
I looked him in the eye and upon seeing that he was attentively listening, I continued. "But when you told me you liked me, I realized that it was more than just that. I realized that I actually like you.
"I pushed the thought away, knowing that it can't be because of the two different lives I live but I still ended up confessing to you a few months after, thinking that this might just work out if I believe it will."
I sigh, playing with my fingers. "It would've worked out if I didn't start catching feelings for someone else but I did." He pulled his lips into a thin line, looking at the ground.
"Can you tell me who is it?" He softly asks. "It's Cameron." He shortly laughed bitterly, nodding to himself before meeting my eyes. "I can't even be mad." He says.
"Who am I compared to Cameron Dallas? Fcking nothing. Even I shipped you with him at one point so I can't even complain." He adds, running his hands through his hair.
I gently grabbed them, getting his attention. "Don't beat yourself up. It's all on me; it's my fault." He shook his head, saying, "It's not all yours, Brooke. I should've confirmed what we were before you left."
