Brooklyn’s response was a nod, making her way towards the stairs. Once upstairs, Brooklyn found the shower. Stripping herself down, Brooklyn put the shower on the hottest setting. Steam filled the bathroom, clouding up the mirrors and Brooklyn stood under the hot water, closing her eyes for a few minutes. Her mind was starting to get a little bit clear, but her stomach was still in knots. Did she still love Andy? Of fucking course she did, and Brooklyn would only be hurting herself if she stayed. On the other hand, Brooklyn was being selfish. She wanted to stay because she missed how good of a nights sleep she would get if Andy was near her. Brooklyn felt safe and protected, and Brooklyn was cursing herself for breaking things off. Of course, the brunette was happy that Andy moved on–found another. But, for Brooklyn, she was stuck in this eternal longing for another love like the one her and Andrew shared.
Brooklyn knew that that connection would only be with Andy, and him alone. Brooklyn didn’t even try with any other guy, because she felt like it wouldn’t last. The girl didn’t have many regrets in her life; but letting Andy go was growing into her biggest one. After washing her hair, and her body, Brooklyn got herself out of the shower. Brooklyn played the scenario out in her mind. She was going to call Lexie to come pick her up, explain to Andy that it wasn’t the reason she was leaving–she just hated to get in between him and his new love, his new girlfriend. Brooklyn was sure that this was probably the best for both of them. The longer she stayed, the longer it would hurt. Brooklyn was only fooling herself in thinking she could have Andy again.
As the girl was drying her hair with an extra towel, two voices were coming from behind the door. The girl chalked it up to the TV. Andy was probably watching TV. Brooklyn was sure of this, so sure that when she rounded the corner to head downstairs to grab her bag of clothes (which she forgot to bring with her upstairs) her eyes widened at the site. The source of the voice was Juliet, and not only that, but she was screaming at Andy. Brooklyn opened her mouth so she could speak to defend Andy, not even herself, but Andy beat her to it. The scream and roar of Andy voice made Brooklyn yelp, catching her off guard, and she winced as if it were painful to hear. Once the slam of the door was the only sound left of Juliet vibrating through the air, Brooklyn heard Andy sigh. The girl timidly walked over to where Andy was. She knew she was only dressed in a towel, but her voice was soft. “I-Im sorry. I’ll just call Lexie to come get me… I uh, don’t want to be any more of a problem to you.” Brooklyn sighed, walking past Andy and shuffling her bag, she walked to the downstairs bathroom and got changed in her clothes from earlier.
Brooke saw that Andy was in the same spot she left him. Walking up to him, Brooklyn placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You alright?” The girl piped up to ask.
Andy didn’t want her to leave. The way she stuttered out an apology, insisting to have someone pick her up... he felt awful. He made her feel like a problem. The minute she returned, walking up to him, he didn’t give her much of a response. He looked at her, his blue eyes burning with some untold emotion. “No... because I want you to stay.” He said, taking her by the waist swiftly pulling her into his arms- and then kissing her. He kissed her passionately, trying to convey to her how much he wanted, and needed her.










