Dreamers (Brooklyn Beckham)

Chapter 8

I walked into the park. I saw some boys playing soccer, it's called football here I guess. All of them looked too young for me, except for one. He was cute, he looked like he knew it too. I walked past them and sat on a bench I pulled a magazine out of my bag and began to read it. After I finished the magazine and my Starbucks, I noticed it was beginning to get dark. I walked past the boys again and as I was about to toss my garbage into the trash can and walk out of the park something hit my head. I turned around holding on to my head, there was a ball on the ground as I picked it up the oldest boy began running towards me. "Are you alright?" He asks. "Yeah I'm fine" I say handing him the ball and turning to walk away. "Hey" he says, I turn around and I raise my eyebrows. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a park? Alone?" He says. I immediately start blushing and shrug my shoulders. He holds out his hand "I'm brooklyn" he says. I take his hand and he places his other hand upon it. "Elizabeth" I say "uh most people call my Liz or Lizzy I don't know" I say. I'm so dumb. "What's your last name Elizabeth?" He asked. Nobody ever really called me Elizabeth, I liked it. "Morris, you?" I say. "Beckham" he said looking confused. "No way? ... Is your dad?" He cuts me off "David beckham?" "Yeah". "Well I must be going brooklyn, I have to get home" I say smiling. I turn and start walking away "wait!!" He says grabbing my arm. "When can I see you again?" He asks. I shrug " let's exchange numbers" he says grabbing my phone and handing me his. I give him his phone back and he does the same. "Bye Elizabeth" he says with a smile that made me melt. "Bye Brooklyn" I say back to him. I walk back home

I just exchanged numbers with the son of a soccer legend and a pop sensation.. Oh brother!