It's called love

Thirty three

Turn my head to look at him a little and he looks down "no we haven't he disappeared and some people haven't seen him for about five years" I than look up to him "do you know where he is?" he takes a deep breath and looks down "well his boss is working for shaw" turn my head back to the city "so has seen him, at all. and dom knows who he is right?" "no one does" and we stay quiet again "do you think he knows about, you what happened to my mom" he sighs "right now I don't know" than someone calls his name from inside "I have to go I'll talk to you later" and he walks inside and I turn back to the city and just think about what has happened than I hear another knock and I turn to see Gisele and I smile and she walks over to my side and we both look out to the city "what are you thinking about?" I smile "just, things" "mm hmm that's what all teenagers say, so who is he" and once she said he Brooklyn came to mind and I smile "well uh you are not going to believe me if I tell you" "come tell me" "well uh, his name is Brooklyn Beckham" she turns to me and smiles "ohhhh look who has a crush, so what's he like" "he can be a jerk sometimes but I have this feeling every time I talk him or even just look at him, it's not a bad feeling it's a really good feeling and I don't know what it is" and she gives me one of her sweet smiles and grabs my hands "sounds like your in love" and I look down and chuckle "I think so too" and she hugs me "wow it's like yesterday you were running away from Marco and all of them and saying that they have koodees" and I laugh "and now look at you falling for a Beckham" and we pull away and I look to the ground "but I don't know if he has the same feelings I have" and I look back up to her "well one way you can tell is when he looks at you, you can see in his eyes if he loves you, or if he does anything to make you laugh or to even be with you" and I smile "thank you Gisele, you've been like the older sister I've never really had" and she smiles "well I have to go back in" and we say our goodbyes and I look out to the city and smile at the thought of Brooklyn, and than I see cars racing in the distance and I smile, and I look around to see if anyone is around or looking and than I look down to see if I can climb down so I start climbing, and once I reach the bottom I enter the garage thing and find the keys to a 1969 blue mustang with white racing stripes, and I hop in and smile while I grip on the steering wheel and turn the car on and put it to drive.