LOVE.
It's a weird word. A nice word but still weird.
' You not speaking to me ' I hear Brooke say .
I've fancied Brooke since Year 7. We're now in year 10.
Pretty desperate, huh.
'Yes course I am' I smile
'You know I've known you for 3 years and I don't even know you're real name'
'No one does' I reply
There is a moment of silence as Brooke stands up and walks over to the bed I'm sitting on.
'Do you know?' He asks
