Brooke's POV
I stuffed the last of my clothes in my gym bag that had to be at least a decade old and went downstairs to leave the bags down there. I was gonna head back up when there was a knock on the door. I was gonna ignore it cause I wasn't the most social person and I wasn't very keen on meeting these people anyway. But as if reading my mind my mom yelled from the shower "Get the door, don't you dare leave them out there". Sigh.
I walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole and saw a woman looking to be in her mid fifties, and this guy with some ray bans who looked to be around 18. So I'm guessing that's him. Before I opened the door he took the sun glasses off placing them on his head and I swear I could've fainted right there. He looked extremely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it but he was.. perfect. That's the only possible word to describe him. All of a sudden I felt self conscious, I wasn't really dressed to impress. Simple shorts, crop top, and beach sandals. I hadn't bothered to fix my hair. It was in a simple ponytail. Gre-
*knocking*
Oops, forgot about that.. Okay breath, and just open it. Taking one more deep breath I opened it and put the most uninterested face in the history of uninterested faces the world has ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Anne you must be Brooke" the lady who I guess is named Anne said smiling. "And this is my son Lucas". She said directing her gaze to him.
I just stood there awkwardley and mumbled a "Pleasure.." Then out of nowhere my mom popped up and starting saying all these things 'Hi blah blah blah nice to blah blah blah come in blah blah' At the point I was already heading up the stairs when of course my mom called me back down and made me go to the backyard to 'get to know' Lucas while her and Anne talked about some things.
Yay.
