Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
Brooklyn had me laughing the whole way to my room. I unlocked the door, grinning, and hoped Gael was out.
Brooks followed me inside and shut the door. She looked around at the messy room and put her things by the tv.
"Are you judging us?" I asked her, chuckling.
"Little bit," she replied honestly through a laugh.
It was just clothes and shoes everywhere, empty cups. Nothing too dirty where we looked like bums.
"Do your parents know where you are," I questioned, scratching my back under my hoodie. I let out a yawn and sat in the chair by the desk.
"Why do you keep worrying about them?" she asked. "I'm not."
When I didn't say anything, Brooklyn threw up her arms. "So, where's the alcohol?" she asked me.
Remembering why we were even there in the first place, I facepalmed. "Check that fridge. Is there any in there?"
Brooklyn checked and lit up when she saw a bottle of Bacardi.
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"Are you okay?" Brooklyn randomly asked me. She gently rested on the pillow next to the one I was using.
I didn't answer, just revealed my face from the pillow and blinked at her. I let Brooklyn kill the bottle, but I tried not to drink too much because it was only a matter of time before Gael and I had to go to work.
"You haven't been yourself all night," Brooklyn soothed. "You wanna talk about it?"
"'Cause you know me so well, right?" I scoffed and turned the other way.
"No," she said after a hiccup, "I don't know you. That's why you can vent to me and it won't matter. Because in a few days, we'll get off this ship and forget each other exists."
A long moment of silence passed. Giving up, Brooks sighed deeply and rested her head in the middle of my upper back.
I wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing but something about it just felt right.
"There's a lot on my mind right now, I guess," I confessed after a while.
"Like what?" Brooklyn's voice was quiet and tired. I could tell her eyes were closing.
"Can I trust you?"
"D-don't force yourself to-"
I got frustrated and repeated myself. "Can I trust you, Brooklyn?"
