BROOKLYN BOY | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 ✓

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A/N : sorry, I don't have time to add the pictures, but I'll do it later. I hope you enjoy this update. I'll be focusing on this book until it ends, which would be chapt. 45, so give this book lots of love (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧

*Also, remember to read the chapter before this, it was also posted today, just incase someone missed the notification. *

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"Aurelia, I'm so disappointed in you." My mother wouldn't stop scolding me, even after we arrived in Brooklyn. "What if your father knew about this?"

I mean, should I answer her question, because my father most likely wouldn't make as big of a deal as my mother is right now. He's more understanding.

"He'd be disappointed in me." I mumbled back with little emotion.

"Exactly." She slowly shook her head. "I thought you were out little angel? What happened to her?"

"I'm not perfect mom!" I shouted, throwing my head into the soft pillows.

"I understand that." She sighed. "But you can't just start becoming someone who you're not."

"Who was I before?" I looked up at her. "The only person I could hang around was Brooke, and just because you knew her mom. Otherwise, I had no other close friends, because I wasn't allowed to."

"This is why." She pointed to Jimin's house. "If I gave you the freedom, you'd end up like him."

"There's nothing wrong with him." I raised my voice.

She raised her brows. "Just a couple months ago, you were telling me how much you despised him, and how you wanted to move to a different state, only so that you didn't have to see him every day."

"Well, I changed my mind." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Tell me everything Aurelia." She sat down on the couch across from me.

"Like what." I mumbled into the pillow.

"Tell me why you changed your mind."

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders. "He's Just nicer to me now."

"Did you not here what he said at the mountains yesterday? He said that he tricked you into going, otherwise he'd tell the whole school, why is it that you can't see that he's a bad person!" She looked completely dumbfounded, but I didn't blame her.

Our story was all over the place.

"He's not a bad person!"

"Why are you defending him Aurelia?" She narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

"Because mom—" I choked up on my words, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Because what?" She raised her arms. "You're not telling me anything!"

"Because I love him!" I finally had the courage to say it, although I didn't exactly plan out her reaction.

"I'm sorry?" She leaned in closer, as if she didn't hear the words I just shouted out.

"I love him mom."

"Aurelia, go to your room." She shooed me away with a gesture of her hand. "You're grounded!"

"How long?" I crossed my arms at the end of the staircase.

"The rest of your life, now go to your room!"