Seal The Deal (Brooklyn Beckham)

Chapter 3: I guess so.

CHAPTER 3: I guess so.

The next day, everything felt like it's all a joke. Like life had just fooled with my head. I feel like I've gone insane last night. It felt like a dream. An extremely overwhelming dream that my brain pulled.

I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming. That is why I checked my window. I checked the table. I checked the chair he sat on last night. Of course, I did not miss the napkin he used to "wipe the germs" from his hands.

But it wasn't there.

Maybe I was dreaming.

And deep down, a big hidden fire of joy died down. Even though I was skeptical and awkward throughout the meeting (or dream) it was still a dream come true for me to meet David Beckham's son. And plus-I admit-he is cute. There, I said it.

"Was Brooklyn Beckham in our house last night?" Out of the blue, I came into the kitchen still in my last night's attire where Mom and Ivan were, I asked. I still am half-asleep and still in the state of processing things in my mind.

Of course, they stopped what they were doing to check up on me. "What? Are you okay, honey?"

"What in the world had happened to you?" Ivan asked.

It's quite stupid of me to ask despite the fact that I smell and look like a monster from all the work. They must think I had a hangover or stress attack.

"But I'm serious," I pushed.

Mom stopped tearing the cabbage and Ivan stopped working on his homework, scanned me and looked at each other, talking through their eyes.

"Sydney, why don't you take a sit?" she adviced whilst softening every word, like I'm some sort of a cancer patient. "You okay? You know, this job! It isn't healthy." She bursted.

I snapped my eyes to her as soon as she said it, causing me to protest, "Mom! No. I need this!"

"Need what? Stress? Hunger? Pressure? Sydney, I fully understand why you want a job. But you barely ate yesterday, Mary told me this morning. And you did that for money?"

"That money is for us."

Her gaze softened. "I know. But you need to take a break and let us do it alone this time."

Ivan nodded, worry also visible in his gaze. "I know that you want to support my collage tuition but you're too young for this. Don't worry, Lamebrain, I got a better job. Better money, you know."

"But-"

"No more, Sydney. I told Mary that I want you to quit the job for awhile."

It slightly broke my heart. I wanted to do the job for them. But they are right. Maybe I'm too young for this. In some ways I could help. All day I stayed at home doing the chores while Mom and Ivan are out. Julie payed a visit and we chatted. She said that the Beckhams all looked dropped dead gorgeous from David and Victoria to Brooklyn, Romeo, Cruz and Harper. Apparently, they toured around the town yesterday and not much people swarmed them. Apparently because huge bodyguards are ready to pounce on someone. Good thing we have good people around. But at the mention of Brooklyn, his name sticked in the backed of my mind and all of the conversation we had played back. I seriously think it is not dream.

All day went very slowly. Nothing happened except that Rick Grimes and his team are stuck in that bloody place called Terminus. Who are all cannibals and a-holes. Specially Gareth.

So far, The Walking Dead was the only entertainment I had all day. But the season finale was such a cliffhanger it makes me want to die more. But the small memory still hang and it seems like it never left anyway.

Out of boredom, I went outside and sat on the porch. I counted our grass and never succeeded. I watched Ms. Branson yell at her flowers. (She tends to get really angry most of the time.)

I got bored again and went back inside. Then the memory comes back again. It bothers me a lot and if I don't prove this to myself I'm pretty sure I'm going insane.

To prove it, I went back up to my room. I am pretty sure he would leave some small marks if he's real. I was determined to prove it. 'And then what? Sue the Beckhams for trespassing? C'mon, you just wanna know if it wasn't a dream.'

I hate arguing with myself. I got to stop Fangirl. And I just called her name. I'm starting to get insane.

I opened the door, all too nonchalant about it because I never thought he would be actually there. He was dusting himself before he noticed the door opening quickly. He looked panicked too. Well, we both looked like idiots.

"I knew it!" I yelled at myself, oblivious that he witnessed my weirdness.

He sighed in relief and chuckled. "You're weird," and there goes that tiny English accent again.

"Are you real?" I asked.

He looked incredulously at me and nodded before shrugging. "I guess so. I think I'm pretty real, yeah, why?"

Before I even know it, I poked him.

I poked his cheeks and I didn't miss the smoothness of his skin. He was now totally staring at me like I've grown two larged heads. I don't blame him.

I poked him again and there is that soft flesh again.

I gasped. Surprised, I exclaimed, "You are real!"

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