𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{46} Best Friends?

"you bought this on yourself"

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Trying to make friends was something that Brooklyn had always struggled with. Throughout her whole life, she'd been so wary of who she surrounded herself with, and those who did have the privilege were practically the only people she trusted- aside from Bailey of course.

But that was all gone now.

Under the current circumstances of the world she lived in, Brooklyn had never imagined herself deliberately trying to make friends. Right now though, was a different picture. She was actually adventuring over to the Grimes' house. It wasn't her idea, Austin had suggested she build a relationship with them, gain their trust so that they were prone to no suspicion of their decided plans at all.

To be fair, it was a pretty smart idea, but it did mean that Brooklyn had to play the part of an angry, grieving girl who had no idea what to feel for the next few hours.

She sighed, glancing between the entrance of the house itself and Negan's luxurious cage, which was actually located by a stone staircase leading down to an underground cellar in the basement of Rick's home. "Don't worry," keeping a straight face, the girl stalked up the front porch and made her presence known by knocking firmly on the door. "A few more days and I'll see you again," she whispered.

Michonne answered a couple moments later, surprised to see the young sassy girl stood sheepishly on her doorstep. "Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" She was curious as to why the former lieutenant wanted to willingly spend time with her.

"I just-" Brooklyn fiddled with a loose string on her knitted sweater, "you said the other day that if I ever needed too- ?" This was highly embarrassing and she couldn't believe she was being so timid. And I guess you could say that the awkwardness didn't help at all either.

It seemed as though Michonne caught the drift. She genuinely smiled and invited her inside. Brooklyn laughed to herself, realising this was the first time she'd been to the Grimes' house on her own accord.

Keeping up her 'nervous girl' persona, Brooklyn idly followed the samurai in to the main living room. She took a seat on one of the leather couches, Michonne plonking herself down on the opposite one.

"So, what bought you here?"

Ok. Time for the lies.

Brooklyn chewed on the inside of her cheek and kept her sights aimed at the wooden floorboards. She was a terrible liar, especially when standing eye contact with the person. "I Uh," she mentally cursed, "I've been thinking- a lot actually, especially about the other day. About what Negan told Rick? And I guess it's just, I don't know? It made me realise how blind I was."

At first, Michonne was dubious about Brooklyn's claims. She did have a right to be. After all, Brooklyn wasn't the most easiest person to trust at times. "Blind about what? Negan?" She watched attentively, taking notes of any gestures or actions the girl made. By doing that, she was able to make out whether this was the whole truth or whether it was just a big hoax.

"Yeah," Brooklyn swallowed down her next lie and brushed her hair to the side, "I'm just- I'm so confused, Michonne. There's a part of me that wants to love him but, after Rick told me what he said? I can't believe he'd give up on us and blame me for the mistakes he made!" She took a second to regain herself and sniffed, harshly nibbling her tongue to stop any tears from flowing. "I think back to the shit I've done to you guys and it makes me feel sick. And the funny thing is? I was only doing it to impress that asshole because I believed that he loved me, when really? I probably meant nothing to him."