Brooklyn Andrews just moved to California, leaving her old life, family, friends- and most importantly, her boyfriend Logan behind. After leaving Logan, and after the death of her mother- Brooklyn just needs something sweet in her life. Passing o...
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A U T H O R' S N O T E Here it is, Chapter 2!! I'd love to hear what you guys think about it. Constructive criticism would be amazing!! Thank you for taking the time to read this story. If you would like me to follow you or read/vote on one of your stories, leave a comment or PM me. I'd be happy to, because you reading this story means everything to me. If you comment on one of the chapters, I will give you a shoutout in the next chapter. Have an awesome day, or night, wherever and whenever you read this. ***
The waitress had a thick Southern accent, her blue bangs almost completely obscuring her eyes. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?" She asked, looking annoyed as she smacked on her gum. "I'll have a Coke, please," I replied, as Dad ordered the same. I could see the nostalgia in his eyes, and I immediately regretted those words coming out of my mouth. We always ordered Cokes with Mom. It was the last thing she asked for before she passed. I shoved down any current emotions about my mother. It was dangerous to wade into waters like that in a public place. I surveyed my menu carefully. I was definitely a picky eater, not to mention I hated anything with fish. And of course, this had to be a seafood place. Dad seemed to notice my eyes crinkling, because he cleared his throat and asked, "Anything for you, honey? Sorry we had to stop here. The next place is not for a couple hours and I figured we were both getting hungry." Back when Mom had cancer, I would have snapped at Dad. I would have been glued to my cell phone, desperate to get back home to post some more selfies on Instagram. I would have been wrapped up in my teenage angst, unaware of what my words and actions did to other people. It's crazy how fast everything you've ever done and said can be questioned in the matter of a couple months. "It's okay, Dad," I replied instead. "I don't mind," I lied. Burger. Sure. That could work. My mind immediately floated to when Logan and I would spend hours having picnics after visiting McDonald's. It was just our thing. I ran a hand through my long, black hair and pulled out a knot. It was hopelessly greasy, and I already felt the fatigue from the long car ride. "Dad," I said. "I'm just going to go clean up, okay?" "Sure, Brookie. What are you having, in case the waitress comes back?" "Just a burger. Plain. Maybe some fries, " I shrugged and sat up from the table. Dad didn't question it and let me go. I think by that point he has begun to appreciate that sometimes I needed to be left alone to my own thoughts- for everyone's benefit. I was headed towards the bathroom when I heard loud banging from outside it. Confused, I stepped back. The sound repeated itself. I checked to make sure the bathroom was multi-stalled and that it was open, and then curiosity overwhelmed me and I cracked open the door. "Everything okay?" I called out into the darkness, eyes scouring for the source of the noise. I found it. A couple was having a heated makeout session by the sinks, their lips practically locked together. My eyes widened, and I quickly stepped outside. Cleaning up could wait. I felt pain in my heart. Weeks ago, that would have been Logan and I trying to escape my Dad as I hid from the pain of my mom I didn't want either of them to see. But when I did feel like breaking down, Logan was three for me in a way my Dad couldn't be. It hurt so badly to know I could have just walked away from one of the most special things life had to offer. I stood there, lost in memories about Logan and I. Eventually, I sighed, wishing I had some cold water to splash on my face. I began to head back to our table, and noticed that Dad had a look of relief on his face, cell phone in hand. "Oh, good, Brooklyn. I was just about to call you. Everything alright?" He looked worried again. "I'm okay, Dad. Just got held up in the bathroom," I lied. Dad looked skeptic, as there were very few people in the restaurant. We both ignored the fact, and just then, the waitress brought us our food. I burst into tears. The waitress stepped away, looking extremely annoyed, "Such a drama queen." Dad glared at her retreating back and then settled his kind eyes on minds, grabbing my hand. "Brooklyn, talk to me. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's going on." "FIX IT?" I screamed, my fist colliding with the table, causing all the fries to topple over the plate and onto the floor. "How can you 'fix it' when everything's your fault!" Dad looked extremely hurt, but quickly covered it. "You can't bring Mom back, I get that, I do, okay? No one can! But Logan's not dead! He's home. Where we should be. Not here, not hiding from our problems! And Logan is the one who can help me with everything! He's always there for me. What we have- I'm not ready to get rid of it. Neither is he. I agreed to come with you because I didn't want you to be alone, but this is more lonely than any day without Mom in the house! I don't want a new life in California. I miss my old friends, our family there, and especially Logan. And who gives you the right to take that away from me?" I raved. Dad opened his mouth to speak, looking around in embarrassment as the people around us muttered to themselves. "You've always worried more about what other people think that the actual people," I yelled one last time before running outside, despite Dad's calling of my name. It was raining, great. The tears still spilled down my face, mixing with the rain. The hole in my heart would never be filled, but leaving Logan for good would only make it bigger.
Fin. ❤️❤️😊
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