A/N: enjoy.
Brook's POV
"Brooklyn!"
I'm snapped out of what I was thinking when I notice all the boys looking at me.
"YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION!" Rye yells at me.
"I-I'm sorry. I was just thinking," I mumble.
Rye rolls his eyes while the others just look at me with sympathy in their eyes.
"For now on, pay attention. We don't need you to be annoying in everything," Rye snaps.
"I-I understand. It won't happen again."
"Okay. Alex, I'm gonna need you to start filming again so we can relax for the rest of the day."
And that's when we pick up where we left off. Rye explains the game to the camera.
"So, basically we're going to be hurting each other's feelings with insults. It's all or nothing so if you want to win, you have to dig deep. Alright, round one!"
We decide that Jack and Andy will go first.
"You're ugly."
Jack looks annoyed with Andy's little side comment but he pushes it away. The continue to fire back comments until it's too much for both of them. It's my turn and I'm with Rye for this round.
"Well, you stink sometimes," I joke about with him.
"Hahah. You can't seem to use your brain for any little thing," Rye fires at me.
"Um. You haven't used your human characteristics and it shows how narcissistic you are."
"Well, you need to make sure the next time you have a crush go keep it to yourself."
I don't know where Rye is going with this round. I just hope he doesn't blurt something really personal.
"You stink."
"Is that the best you got?" Rye taunts.
"You're r-rude," I stutter, afraid he's going to yell at me.
"You a narcissistic person who only cares about having Andy with you at all times."
"That's n-not t-true."
"But we all know Brooklyn. We know about your having a crush of our little Fovvs who can't seem to get away from you. You need to stop chasing him because he doesn't like you. You're not special," Rue snaps at me.
I can't help but feel like I'm breaking down. I can feel a tear fall but I wipe it away. I don't want people to look at me and hate me. I want Andy to look at me and love me but it doesn't seem like he does. I get up and I head for the door, focused on making it to the car.
"Brook. Stop."
It was Jack who said that. He pleads with me to stop but I won't. I don't have to worry about any of them touching me because I told them to not touch me unless we're on camera or at a show. I don't mind it but I feel like I'm touched but a lot of people, like roadies or the guys, and it can get tiresome.
I make it to the car before I notice Jack is still following me. I lock the doors before he jumps in with me because I need time alone. I take off down to the park. I park and I just cry in my car. I eventually step out and I can tell I've been crying because a lady stops me to ask if I'm fine.
