Roadtrip Oneshots

Brarvey, Fading

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Brooklyn

"Brooklyn! Go away!" Mikey yelled, pausing his video and taking his headphones off. I backed away with my hands up, eyebrows raised.

"Chill out, I'm going." I replied, gently shutting his door with a heavy sigh.

"And that's what you said last time!"

I left Mikey alone then, and refrained from going to see anyone else. I'd annoyed them all too.
That was the only problem with this new house of ours... I hovered around a lot, just to see who's about, and then when I approach them they tell me to go away. It's been like this for a few weeks now.

I just get bored easily, sometimes choosing company rather than the internet to occupy my time. Although I spend my whole life online, I still enjoy hanging around with the others; sometimes I even prefer it.

Without thinking, I found myself hovering again, but before I could head downstairs, Andy shouted through his door.

"If that's you again Brook... go pester someone else!"

I swallowed at his tone, but I didn't reply. I ran down the stairs, not wanting to upset anyone more than I had already... apparently.

My stomach rumbled, and in my boredom, I came to the conclusion that I'd make myself an early lunch. I hadn't had breakfast this morning, so that was probably why I was so hungry.

Humming a tune to myself, I searched the cupboards (I still forgot where we kept a lot of things in this house), so the task took longer than it would have done back in the flat.

I was then hit by a wave of nostalgia at the thought of how far we've come in such a short space of time. I never imagined I'd be standing in a massive house that I could call my own, and I knew the boys felt the same way. It was still all so surreal, and almost like we were all dreaming.

"I hope you're not going to eat all of that Brooklyn... we do share the food after all." Rye commented as he passed through the kitchen and disappearing into the hallway.

I looked down at the food I'd collated on the countertop, frowning. It wasn't that much, considering I hadn't eaten for a while. But it made me think of all the times that I ate a lot of food.

Had I eaten more than my fair share before? Had I eaten someone else's food without thinking?

And then I thought of Mikey and Andy earlier, how they told me to go away. I thought of all the times they'd told me to go away, that I was annoying, that I needed to grow up, that I needed to shut up.

I took a sharp intake of breath.

How had I not realised how annoying I was before? How had I not sorted this problem out sooner? And if this was how the boys felt, why didn't they tell me earlier?

If I was that annoying, then I would do everything in my power to annoy the boys less. Starting now.

I put away the food I didn't end up eating, and started to tidy up the kitchen, the living room, the conservatory, everything I could get my hands on without annoying the others. I spoke to them less, because I annoyed them when I talked to them too much. I stayed in my room instead of hanging out with them because they found my presence annoying. I ate less because apparently I ate too much and didn't leave enough for the boys.

Yet it seemed to annoy the boys all the more over the next few weeks. I'd clean up after myself all the time so as to hide my presence, if that was even a thing, but then I'd also clean up after the boys too.