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@brooks-fraser-blog
brently-fraser:
“He doesn’t hate you.. he just hates everyone else, right Chaos?” The cat groaned and Brently sat him on the ground and walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could still be heard. “His being fat is all your fault. He knows you’re the weak one!”
“If I give him food then he isn’t mean. And he likes corn dogs too,” Brooks said as she continued tinkering with her computer, “So if he wasnt’ so mean it wouldn’t be an issue.”
fletchercollier:
“Ya know, you have a point. We pretty much asked for this.” Fletcher sighed, gazing up at the top of the nearest building. “Man’s ruin is ourselves.”
“Yeah....we really are,” Brooks agreed with a small nod after realizing that he really wasn’t mad at her, “Most people get mad when I bring all that up.”
fletchercollier:
“God, I know. Like what did we do to deserve weather like this?”
“Burned through fossil fuels, released a lot of greenhouse gasses and haven’t taken care of the planet?” Brooks answered, “Unless that was a rhetorical question....I’m not really sure.”
fletchercollier:
“No, no - I’m fine. It just took me by surprise. I just didn’t expect someone’s hair to come flying at me today, ya know?”
“Yeah... I understand.  I should look more at where I’m going. It’s just so hot out.”
fletchercollier:
Fletcher wasn’t exactly paying attention as he was walking to the theater, but it was New York, who was paying attention? With his face buried in his emails he didn’t notice the woman walking past him or the moment her hair flung around and smacked him in the fact.
Looking up in shock, he turned towards the girl. “Jesus, you’ve got some dangerous hair,” Fletcher said, smirking.
“I”m sorry,” Brooks apologized again, not sure if there was anything else that shew as supposed to say.  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
brently-fraser:
When they walked inside, his cat came out of his bedroom and moved around his feet purring. “Chaos wants a treat, don’t you?” He picked up the cat who gave his disapproval but went along with it. “He doesn’t mind smelling me because he loves me more than you.” Brently went to the pantry to give the cat a treat and sat him down. “He is getting really fat.”
“I know that he hates me, I’ve known that for a long time,” Brooks shrugged, sitting on the ground next to the pieces of the computer that she was building, “And that’s your fault.”
brently-fraser:
“I left it in my room. I hate taking it with me when I run.” He lifted up his arm and moved towards her, “Do I smell really bad?”
“I’m not smelling you,” Brooks insisted, wrinkling her nose, “But it’s humid outside so yes.”
brently-fraser:
“I love being late together!” He chuckled and headed up to their apartment. “Maybe I need to buy a watch.. or get one of those fit bit thingamabobs.”
“Yes you do,” Brooks nodded at him, “Or you can check your phone.  It works just like a watch.”
brently-fraser:
“Motherfu-…” He kicked a rock across the street. “I need to take a shower and everything.. I’ll just grab an apple on the way.” He gave her a smile, “Do you want to be late with me? I’ll go as fast as I can!”
“Watch your language,” Brooks lectured him with a small glare, “I can get away with being late.  I set up Cindy last night before I left.’
brently-fraser:
“What?” He stopped and thought about it, “What time is it?”
“It’s four-thirty. So with traffic and everything we should get to the theater district in approximately half an hour, and from there I’m assuming that you still have to eat, so that is more time, and you’re going to be late.”
brently-fraser:
Brently was jogging, trying to sweat out all the tequila he had the night before. Contrary to the healthy life he was trying to lead, it was hard not to want a drink after a long night. He was almost back to his apartment when he bumped into his sister. He smiled at her as she looked so cute like a deer in the headlights. “It’s alright, it’s only me.”
“I thought you went to your theater already,” Brooks said, staring at him for a couple of seconds before sighing in relief, “You’re going to be late.”
It was hot and humid and Brooks’ hair was not built for either. She was an autopilot, trying to get to the theater, only half looking where she was going as she tried to get her hair off of her neck, and in the process whacking someone in the face with her hair.  “Oh no, I’m sorry,” she insisted, her eyes widening as she expected for them to yell.
jessewaters:
Well they do - at least, waiting for the announcement if you’re being nominated for one at least.
Oh. That’s different. I think. I’m not sure.
jessewaters:
Well, both make you sweat depending on the outcomes, right?
No. Awards shouldn’t make you sweat. If they do you should probably see a doctor.
jessewaters:
New York City in June and I can’t tell what’s hotter; the weather or Tony competitions.Â
I don’t understand how the two of those are similar enough to compare.
Brooklyn had never been sure that she was the youngest of her and her twin brother, but she had always been sure that Brently was her big brother.  It was just one of the many things that their mother had never actually told them.  From what Brooklyn could tell they had a happy childhood, complete with camping trips in the park and various friends to meet of her mother’s.  Little did she know the truth of the situation: that their mother was a drug addict.  Their camping trips were the times that they had been evicted.  The “friends” of her mother were the different men that she slept with – whether it be for drugs or to try and get the twins a father.  It wasn’t until the middle of first grade when the woman never came to pick her and Brently up from school that Brooklyn even realized that there was a problem.  The police found the woman dead the next day and that was the point that everything went downhill
The twins were placed in home after home, and Brooklyn always found a way to get in trouble from her curiosity.  Whether it be from taking apart the television, to accidentally starting an electrical fire when she took off the protective plate in an outlet and played with the wires.  Her curiosity was looked down on, and the more places that they were put the more that she retreated into her shell.  The girl became shy, rarely talking to anyone who wasn’t her brother.
It wasn’t until high school that they were placed in a permanent home that Brooklyn was placed with a pair of foster parents that actually encouraged her to follow her interests.  She was given a book on computers, allowed to build them in her spare time, and got a part time job working on the sound and light crew for her school’s auditorium. For the first time in her life, Brooks started to shine and almost felt happy – as long as she knew that Brently wasn’t that far away. Â
She accelerated through college, taking classes in the winter and summer so that she could graduate early – getting a degree in electronic engineering.  From there, she started working as a soundboard operator in the Lion King, using the money to start to pay for her master’s degree. And while she likes it, she still has problems with connecting with people.  After all, after an entire life of her being told that she was never going to belong, it was hard to believe the opposite might ever be true.
