Brought Together✔️

Chapter 40

                                                                                   Brooklyn P.O.V.
                                                                                Seven Days Later (Jan 8th)

Today is Dallas and Dawson's birthday, they're turning 18, so I'm at my house getting dressed in my highrise blue jeans and a light grey cropped sweatshirt, because Dallas took his hoodies back but I plan on stealing some more today, then put on my tennis shoes. I grab my phone, wallet, car keys, and my two wrapped presents for Dallas and Dawson before driving over to Cats' house. She and I have become good friends over the past week. 

I pull into the driveway and honk the horn. Cat comes walking out in a pair of black ripped jeans and red hoodie and white tennis shoes and she's caring two boxes. She puts the boxes in the back then sits in the passenger seat, "You ready," I ask and she nods and I start to drive as we play some of our favorites songs, we learned we like a lot of the same songs. 

We pull into the Grey's driveway and notice there are cars parked everywhere for the party, "Hey, brook, any tips on meeting his family," Cat asks nervously before we get out and I look at her, "Any family that's here is his mom's brother and his dad's brother and their family everyone else is friends," I explain and she nods. We both get out and walk inside their house to the music playing in the background and tons of people talking. Dallas and Dawson notice us and walk over. 

"There you two are," Dallas says and kisses my cheek as Dawson whispers something in Cat's ear to make her laugh. Dawson takes us over to the small table with presents on it and we set our presents on and I give Dawson a quick hug, "Happy birthday, idiot," I say and he smiles, "Thanks, Brook, however, if you'll excuse me and Cat my aunts and uncle are dying to meet her," Dawson says and drags Cat with him. After they walk away I attempt to find Dallas but after searching the entire house and not finding him, I head to the kitchen and find Angelica. "Hey sweetie how are you," Angelica asks when she notices me walk in and gives me a quick hug, "I'm good thanks, I can't find Dallas do you know where he is," I ask and Angelica shakes her head, "I don't but if you don't mind I could use a little bit of help with baking, I'm making apple turnovers," she says and I agree to help. Helping Angelica was easy I've known where everything is in this kitchen since Freshman year. 

After helping for a while Dallas walks in through the backdoor with his friends Alex and Asher, "There you are," I say to Dallas and he smiles and walks over to me, I swear I smell smoke on him but I assume it's from a fire they made but when I look into the backyard I see no fire. "Were you looking for me," he asks and I nod. "But I put her to work," Angelica says and we both laugh. "Well here I am," he says then Asher whispers something in his ear and Dallas waves him off.

"Come with me," he says and offers me his hand which I gladly take, we walk through the house and up to his room, I notice I do smell smoke on him. "Why do you smell like smoke," I ask once we're in his room and he looks at me, "Asher and Alex were smoking outside," he says with a shrug and I look at him, "Did you smoke," I ask not judging just wondering, "What if I did," he asks sharply and I'm taken back by his tone, he's never said spoken to me like that before, "then that's fine I was just wondering," I reply just as sharply. 

He looks at me and I notice his eyes are slightly red, "Were you drinking," I ask and he groans, "Yes, and the other guys did too," he says, "I was just wondering Dallas damn, I'm not mad that you drank, I drank at Lala's party," I say and narrow my eyes at him, "You're always so much in my business at all times do you not have something better to do then be insecure over us and question me," he says groan and runs his hands over his face, his words hurt and tears in my eyes threaten to fall but I refuse to let them fall. "Maybe I am insecure Dallas but do you blame me? I am terrified you're going to leave me!" I say raising my voice and tears begin to pool in my eyes as I try to contain my emotions, and I watch his eyes soften slightly.

"All I did was ask a simple I didn't care if you did or not Dallas it's your life," I say after a few minutes. "Exactly, Brooklyn, MY  life," he says finally and I sigh refusing to continue this fight, "Do what you want Dallas I don't care," I say and walk out of his room.