"What is your sister stressing out about?" Brooklyn asked me as he slid me a cup of tea. The tea splashed over the side as he slid it, the light brown liquid splashing onto the saucer.
"What do you mean?" I asked, pretending I had no idea what he was talking about.
"You are telling me you don't know what i'm talking about?" Brooklyn raised his eyebrow at me. He then leaned to the side, looking at his parents and three siblings who were sitting at a table a few feet away as they were chit-chatting with Violet about who knows what.
"No, I don't." I continued to shrug as I took a small sip of my tea, being careful because it was so hot.
"Nobody else can hear you, you can tell me, you can trust me!" Brooklyn said looking me in the eyes. I could tell he was serious, and I trusted him, but I wasn't sure how to exactly tell him.
"She is just worried about me." I shrugged. I could see Brooklyn's understanding face flush, concern taking over. "For no reason at all!" I spoke up after I saw his facial expression change.
"Will you at least tell me what she was worried about?" He asked, but I shook my head no in response. "It would help me sleep at night." He joked.
"You promise not to tell anyone?" I asked. "And by anyone, I mean, anyone!"
"Noted, now tell me."
"Nope, you have to pinky promise!"
Brooklyn extended his pinky to me as he shook his head, a light laugh escaping his mouth as I linked my pinky with his. "Okay, so it's no big deal, but when I was little my dad killed himself, and I was the person who found him, I was four, but I still remember it." I turned and looked at the horses who were getting ready to race on the track. "My mom promised me that we would make it through, that it would all be okay, but they were empty promises. I knew they were just her way of coping when she let Violet's parents adopt me when I was five and a half." A worker with a note pad started walking towards us. "Sometimes I can still see it, my dad, that is. And so I randomly won't be able to sleep because of it and I get really upset, but i'm okay, really!"
Brooklyn stared at me with wide, brown eyes. His mouth was wide open.
"What horses will you two be placing bids on?" The worker had a pen and paper in hand, ready to write down whatever we said.
I turned and saw that Brooklyn's mouth was still wide open. I lifted a twenty dollar bill to the worker. "Twenty on four."
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Look Alike (Brooklyn Beckham fanfic)
Fanfiction{COMPLETED} "Can you go see if they have a map in their, please?" My older sister, Violet asked me as we stood outside a fancy hotel. "You have lived in Rome for six months, how do you not know your way around this place?" I asked as I rushed into...
