brooke's pov
I've never longed to have any friends except my brother. Now that he's gone, too busy for his little sister, I don't have anyone. I have to come up with a plan to find out what went wrong all by myself.
Before I was diagnosed, I used to love to write. Creative writing was going to be my major when I went to college, but being diagnosed changed that. While still in my happy state, my parents bought me more notebooks than you could ever imagine to pursue my dreams. My family is kind of rich, so we can afford most things.
I grabbed a purple bound composition book and swiftly wrote:
CONFIDENTIAL PROPERTY OF BROOKLYN CLIFFORD
on the lines one the front of the cover. I opened it up to the first blank page and wondered how the plan would start. Something popped up n my mind and I jotted it down quickly:
step 1:
every Saturday @ 10am, the boys come over to make covers of songs. once theyre in mike's room, claim you want to watch & critique them. luke immediately says yes, mike hesitates but says yea, & calum says no. luke & mike convince calum and I'm allowed to stay. once they finish, critique & ask mike to help dye your hair blue. he'll be hesitant and --"
Mike barges in as I instantaneously throw the notebook out of sight. He looks at me suspiciously and I shrug. I remember why I'm mad at him and snarl, "what do you want?"
"Brooklyn, the boys are coming over and I'm going to introduce you guys properly. Freshen up, please. Oh, and Brooklyn? Behave yourself this time." I couldn't follow the plan. It just couldn't have been done after this.
"Why, Mikey?' I asked, tears threatening to spill. "I was one month clean, and now all my cuts are open and get reopened daily."
"Brooklyn I had no idea--" he started.
"DON'T PULL THAT SHIT WITH ME, MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD. YOU KNEW DAMN WELL THAT I AM AS SUICIDAL AS I AM. WAS IT JUST OUT OF PITY? ALL THESE YEARS OF BEING MY SO-CALLED BEST FRIEND? AND MICHAEL, DON'T CALL ME BROOKLYN, OR BROOKIE. LEAVE ME NAMELESS. NLY MY FRIENDS CAN GIVE ME NICKNAMES AND-SLASH-OR CALL ME BROOKLYN." I was way beyond pissed at this point. "HOW DARE YOU? AS SOON AS SOMEONE BETTER COMES ALONG, YOU DITCH ME. IS THAT HOW IT WORKS? BECAUSE, HONEY, THAT'S NOT WHAT FRIENDS DO. YOU ARE SO FAKE. JUST GET OUT OF MY LIFE.
Fuck you, Michael Gordon Clifford." I whispered the last part and whipped around in tears.
Once he left, I changed into a grey Blink-182 tee, a grey Blink-182 beanie, and black skinny jeans. I slipped on some slippers and went downstairs. I checked the downstairs mirror and confirmed the fact that my eyes were red and puffy and my mascara made me look like a raccoon. I dashed upstairs and reapplied my foundation and added concealer. I touched up my mascara and eye shadow. I went downstairs after I changed into a pink flower crown, high-waisted white daisy dukes and a pink crop top that I had no idea existed. If Michael hates me, maybe making his friends love me will make him jealous, I thought.
I went back downstairs and saw Calum and Luke.
"Oh my god! Cal! Lukey! Dude that looks really good in his bandana!" I winked at the random guy. Michael, Luke, Calum, and Bandana-Guy all stared at me with their mouths agape. I smirked at Michael who seemed to be furious. I smiled charmingly at the other three. I went up to Calum and stroked his arm gently.
"Cal, I'm so sorry we got off on the wrong foot." I heard him gulp as he nodded. I whispered this last part in his ear, "I shouldn't have beat up anyone this cute anyway."
Next I went over to Luke and purred in his ear, "Sorry if I scared you, babe. I'm not that scary unless you threaten me."
"So, boys, who's your cute friend?" I asked, innocently.
Luke looked a little bit bewildered and gulped. After a few seconds, Cal was still frozen and Luke answered, "Th-this is Ashton, our new drummer. We have a gig tonight in front of 200 people so we have an emergency practice."
"Nice to meet you, Ashie. I'm that one's sister, a year younger, five years smarter, and seven years stronger, thank you very much." I say, a smug look on my face. Cal, Luke, and Ash all laughed. Michael huffed.
"Come on guys, let's go upstairs and practice." Michael said.
"Ooh, babe, can I please watch?" I drew out the 'ea' in please, batted my eyelashes slightly, and grabbed Ash's arm.
"Sure!" Ash answered.
"Duh!" Luke grinned.
"Of course!" Calum winked.
"No!" Mike groaned.
I faked getting teary-eyed and faced him, "Mikey, we used to be best friends, why do you hate me?!" I cried and ran into the next room. Luckily, this time I put on water proof mascara. I heard screaming from the next room and smirked.
"What the hell, man?" I heard Luke.
"She's really nice!" Cal spoke.
"Why'd you do that?" Ashton said.
"Guys, she--" Mike stuttered.
"Save it." the three said in unison. I heard them walking towards me and started crying again.
"Why does he hate me, guys?" I ask, truthfully.
"He doesn't hate you, babe." Luke sighed. He started rubbing circles into my back and shushing me.
"Babe, he'll come around." Cal said.
"He's just frustrated because of God-knows-what." Ash spoke softly ands soothingly.
I laid down and asked the boys to sing me a song.
They began to sing a tune I recognized.
Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you)
I mumbled a swift, "I love this song so frikking much. Thank you, you're my heroes."
As soon as I finished that last 'heroes', I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Michael, Ashton, Luke, and Calum.
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falling \\ 5SOS fanfic
Fanfiction"Aren't you scared of falling?" "Physically or mentally?" "Both." "Yes." "Physically or mentally?" After a brief pause, he thoughtfully answered: "Both." Brooklyn - Brooke - Clifford always hated the idea of falling in love. She never wa...
