Brooklyn

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"Ninety nine, one hundred. Ready or not, hear I come!" Blake shouts and I silently laugh from where I'm hiding.

We are currently playing hide and go seek and I have to say my hiding spot is the best.

I'm currently situated in a tree, looking down as Blake walks around looking for me and Vannah.

Blake fell off a tree in the eighth grade, breaking his arm along with bruising a few ribs and ever since then he forbids to climb a tree.

"You can't see me!" I hear Vannah shout and I silently giggle covering my mouth considering they are both right below me.

I move my head a inch and see Blake and Vannah arguing over her hiding place.

She thought since she was wearing a Camo shirt that she'd blend in with the tree, maybe if she was wearing a lot of Camo she would but not just the shirt.

"Obviously I can or I wouldn't be talking to you right now!" He retorts.

"Maybe you just think you're seeing me, maybe you're losing your mind!"

I laugh and quickly cover my mouth I see Blake tilt his head upwards.

I see him smirk, "Oh, Brookie."

"Damn it." I mutter, knowing I've been spotted, "You can't see me!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes!"

"So, I guess I'm just talking to a tree then!" He shouts sarcastically.

"Yes you are and you should really get that checked, Blakie."

"You and Vannah are impossible!" He shouts back with a hint of irritation in his tone.

"Awh, is Blakie mad?"

"No!" He immediately shouts back, "Can you just come down, I'm hungry and I'm so not climbing up there!"

"As long as I'm not it!"

"I promise Brookie!"

I sigh before slowly climbing down.

When my feet touch the ground, Blake smirks, "But you're gonna make me a sandwich."

"I never agreed to that!"

"No, but you did climb up in that tree cause you knew that I wouldn't climb up there and that's cheating Brookie."

I cross my arms over my chest, "Damn you and your stupid brain."

He chuckles before throwing his arm around my waist as we walk inside, "Awh, I love you too."

Once we walk into the kitchen, I make his sandwich, unwilling I might add, and throw it at him, "Eat your damn sandwich."

"Gladly. And Brookie?"

"What?"

"You should really watch your language, we wouldn't want to have to wash your mouth out with soap now would we?"

I scowl at him but smile on the inside since I can't help to love this boy to pieces.

"I really don't like you."

"Ah, but see that's where you're wrong baby girl, considering you were the first one to admit your feelings to me."

I blush, "I was kind of hoping we moved past that."

"Nope, forever etched in my brain, cause that was the best night of my life."

I look up at him with a smile etching onto my face, "Really?"

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