Best Job Ever

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  • Published: 21 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 22 Nov 2013
  • Status: Complete
What happens when a simple job interview brings you face to face with the love of your life? Meet Brooke, a 20 year old American, in England for college, studying at the prestigious Oxford University. It's summertime and she applies for a job as a maid and cook. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. This job takes her through twists and turns, love and heartbreak, but best of all, she gets 4 new best friends/brothers and a sole mate. A job this amazing can only be described as the "Best Job Ever". WARNING: Some chapter have elements that can be triggering. And LANGUAGE! Some chapters have a lot of cursing. xxBo<3


111. 6/5/15

Brooke's Pov

“Well, the purple and gray go well together, as do the blue and brown.” I say, looking at the paint swatches. “Yeah, but she wants purple and blue OR brown and gray.” Morgan says, taking the paint swatches in her hands. We're standing in the kitchen of a house with a room we are supposed to “design”. “Well, girls, I can go get my daughter and you guys can talk to her.” The lady who asked us to do this, Mrs. Johnson, says. “Emily!” She calls to upstairs. A teenage girl, about 15-16 comes down stairs. “What, Mom?” Emily asks. “These ladies need to talk to you about your room.” Mrs. Johnson says, gesturing to me and Morgan. Emily looks at me with a look of confusion in her eyes. “So, Emily, what colors did you want for your room?” Morgan asks her, holding up the paint swatches. “Purple and orange or whatever is fine.” She says, not really listening to Morgan. Instead, she is staring at me. “You mean purple and gray?” Mrs. Johnson asks her daughter. “Yeah, that's fine.” Emily says. “Um, do you think we could take a look at your room just to get an idea of how much space we have?” Morgan asks Emily. “Yeah.” Emily snaps out of her daze and starts walking upstairs. Morgan and I follow her. She opens the door and we step inside her room. Oh my god. Her room is plastered with One Direction posters. I gasp and Morgan starts to laugh. “Hey, it's not funny.” Emily says, referring to Morgan, who is currently laughing her butt off. “That's not why she's laughing.” I say. “Why does your voice sound weird?” “What do you mean?” I ask Emily. “I lived in England if that's what you mean.” “England...” Emily says, looking at me again. Suddenly, she understands why I look so familiar. “YOU'RE BROOKE THORSON!” 

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