Brought Together✔️

Chapter 29

                                                                               Brooklyn P.O.V.

After a while, Dallas removes his head from my neck, and I look at him worriedly, "Are you okay Dall?" He nods and I wipe his tear-stained cheeks, "I'm sorry" he says quietly and I shake my head, "You have nothing to be sorry about" I say sweetly but meaning every word, "I know I most likely qualify for worlds worst boyfriend" he says with a chuckle and runs his hand through his hair. 

I shake my head "You are not the worlds worst boyfriend Dallas" I say with a smile, he looks at me and I see his eyes are tired and sad. "Can we go to sleep?" he asks. I nod and glance at the clock to that it's 2 A.M. When did it get so late? 

I lay down and Dallas moves to lay his head on my stomach and wraps his arms around my waist. I run my hand through his hair until I hear his breathing even out, letting me know that he's asleep. Slowly I close my eyes and fall asleep with my hand in Dallas's hair.

I wake up to Dallas drawing shapes on my thighs, "Good morning" I whisper and run my hand through his hair "Good morning sweetheart" Dallas says and sits up to kiss my forehead and I smile "How did you sleep" I ask when he moves and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Good, thank you for last night" he says and stands up. I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck "Of course Dallas" I say and Dallas wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into a tight hug "I don't know what I did to get this lucky" he says quietly and I kiss his cheek  "I don't know how I got this lucky either" I reply.

We continue to spend a majority of the day together watching random shows, later that day before I head home I invite Dallas over to my house knowing my mom wouldn't be home tonight.

When I get home I smile at the Christmas decorations I put up, Christmas is in four days and I am so excited. I decide to play some Christmas music throughout the house as I get a few decorations for outside, mainly reeves, and hang them on the door and the front window sills. 

After I finish hanging the reeves up I head back inside and do some laundry that I'd been putting off. Later that day I get a call from Anglica inviting my mom and I do Christmas eve dinner at their house which, I gladly accept, Angelica said she'd call my mother so we say our goodbyes and hang up.

 I decide to check my emails about if I had got into any of the schools I'd applied to, I know nothings been sent back I should start worrying, but if worse comes to worst I'd go to community college for a few years.

I check my emails to find. Nothing. Again. I am worried don't get me wrong I have the grades. I have the GPA, everything a college could want, I have. It makes no sense. I just then realize that Dallas and I have never talked about school, granted other things have been in our way and I make a mental note to ask Dallas about it next time I see him.