Best Job Ever

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  • Published: 21 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 22 Nov 2013
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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

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93. MOVING IN!!!!

Liam, can't we just do it gradually?” Liam is pestering that we have to move everything over at once. “NO. I want you here, now. All of you.” He says, forcefully. “Ok, ok, but I still think we should wait for the boys to get back. “Babe, I think we can handle it.” He says. “Liam, have you seen my closet?” “No... Is there something I should be scared of?” “No, but there is a lot of heavy stuff.” “Like what?” He asks, running to the door, out of his flat, and into Harry and Louis'. “Liam!” I scream, running after him. He is a runner, and let's just say I'm not, so he's already in my room by the time I get to the doorway of Louis and Harry's flat. I run to my old room and into the closet, only to find Liam laughing at all of the stuff in the closet. “Brooke, I don't know what to say!” Liam says. I look around. It's a walk-in closet, so there is a lot of space and I put all of that space to good use. On the back wall, there is a bookshelf taller than me, filled all kinds of books that I have read at least 3 times over. On one side, all my clothes are hanging and my shoes are lined up underneath. On the other side, there are boxes and boxes absolutely full of stuff that I didn't want to put out, but stuff I didn't want to throw away. Liam continues to laugh while look around. He makes his way over to the bookshelf and looks at all the books. “Hunger Games, The Outsiders, Great Gatsby, is there anything you don't have?“ He says, chuckling at me. “Fifty Shades of Gray?” I ask, a little embarrassed to say it. “Well that's a good thing!” He says. He makes his way over to the boxes and starts reading out the labels on them. “Books, extra school supplies, blankets, room decor, 3 M's?” He questions the last one. “Mementos, Memoirs, and Memories. It has old yearbooks, random papers from middle school, pictures, some old videos and DVD's, old clothes that have meaning.” “Well, let's go through it!” He says, pulling the box down. “Woah, it's a little heavy.” He says, smiling at me. I sigh, scared of what we're about to get into. He walks out of the closet and sets the box on my bed. He automatically opens in and digs in. He pulls out pictures from the 8th Grade Banquet and looks at those first. “Wow, you were so young!” He says, eyeing the picture a little closer. He looks at the next picture. “Wow, is that Cheradyn?” “Yeah.” I say, remembering that night. He moves on to the next memory. A journal. THE journal! I snatch it out of his hands. “What is that?” Liam says. “My old journal.” “Let me see it.“ Liam says, extending his hand toward me. “Allow me to repeat the name. MY journal.” I say, clutching it tighter. “What's in it?” He asks, removing his hand. “Words.” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. “What kind of words?” “Good ones.” I say, putting the book back. He sighs and moves on to the next memory. More pictures, this time from when I was 8 going on 9. “What are these from?” Spring Break, 2002. I was 8. We went to Washington D.C. That trip kinda inspired me to be who I am now. I met someone who worked at one of the Smithsonians and got to talk to them about their job. So, that made me want to have a future in history, which caused me to choose Oxford, because they have an amazing history program, which led me to you.” “Who's that little girl beside you?” “That's my little sister, Paige. Wait, you never got to meet her, did you?” I ask, a little confused. He shakes his head. “She spent the year at our grandparents' house, that's why.” I say. We sit in silence. “Moving on!” Liam says, rummaging back through the box. Suddenly, something caches his eye. He tilts his head, confused, and starts pulling items out to get get to the questionable item. Apparently, it was all the way at the very bottom, as we go through the entire box, unloading all of it. He pulls out the questionable item. My Batman Cape. He holds it up and looks at it. I laugh wryly, wondering and scared as to what he would say. “You like Batman?” He says, his eyes still glued to the cape. “Love.” I say, correcting him. “How long have you had it.” “18 years. My mom won it for me when I was little, but I always loved Batman and I picked it out.” “So, you love Batman?” “Yes. I had a few of the comic books, I love all the movies, and I have, played, and beat the Batman: Arkham Asylum and Arkham City video-games.” I say, proud of my obsession. “Put on the cape.” He says. “Why?” I say, slowly grabbing the cape from his hands. “Just put it on.” I put the cape on and snap it in the front. “You're a dork.” “Shut the hell up.” “But you are absolutely adorable.” “Thank you.” I say, curtsying, using the cape as a skirt. “But this is pretty cool. I could be your Batman and you could be my Batgirl.” He says, trying to hug me. I back away from him. “Wait, why the hell do you get to be Batman?” “Because I'm the guy?” He says, questioningly. “No, I'm Batman.” I say. “And how do you get that?” “Because you love me and always give me what I want.” I retort, taunting him. “Fine.” He says, kissing me. He goes back to the box and pulls out one of the Batman games. “Should we...?” He starts. “Oh, yeah.” I reply. We rush over back to his flat and get on his Xbox and start playing.

 

Let's just say, we didn't get much moved in today.

 

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