Dimples and Blue Eyes

Brooke and Ashton have been best friends for 5 years which had felt like forever..What happens when they fall for each other? Find out what happens!(:
*One Direction and 5SOS are in this..but they are NOT famous!*
P.S: I know how it says it was published in December of 2012, but it wasn't. It was published February of 2014. This is a brand new fan-fiction for all of you Ashton lovers out there(:


13. That One Best Friend

I inhaled deeply and slowly pressed my finger against the "Answer button' 

"Hello?" I choked into the phone. 

"Brooke Mason" She sighed into the phone, and I could tell that she was holding something  back. She sounded as if she was about to cry. I stood there in shock not believing she was calling me at this moment. She must have some reason to talk to me.

 "Brooke!?" The voice said again. 

"Bev..?" I replied shakingly. 

"What building are you living in?" She answered back

"Im in the Opal, why?" 

"I know that place. I will be up in ten minutes." She says into the phone then immediately hangs up. My eyes open wide in shock. Why is she here!?! 

You may be wondering who Bev is. Well, she is my best friends mom. My best friend Jordan's mom is in New York to see me. Jordan and I had been best friends since the eighth grade. I was the new kid in school and he was the first person to talk to me. He and I were extremely close until I moved to college in New York. I got a full scholarship in the dance and music program while he went to Berkeley California to study engineering.  He and had talked about meeting up and catching up with each other, but have been so busy that neither of us had been able to. 

As I was thinking about all the past times Jordan and I have had, I heard a few knocks at the door. I ran towards the door and opening it to see Bev standing there. 

"Brooke" She whispered as she studied my face. She pulled me into a hug and held on tightly. I hugged back even tighter taking her in. 

Bev hasn't changed at all much. She has dark brown hair a little above her shoulders and these bright green eyes. The same eyes as Jordan's. She was smaller than I was, she's about 5'5" when I'm 5'9". 

When we released from the hug, I had noticed tears streaming down her face. She grabbed a folded up tissue from her coat pocket and whipped the tip of her nose with it. As soon as I saw those tears and the look on her face, I knew something was wrong. There was something wrong with Jordan.

I sat Bev down on the couch but her face was frozen. 

"Bev, please tell me what is going on.." I sat next to her and set my hand on the small of her back trying to comfort her. "It cant be THAT bad.." I said hoping her tears had nothing to do with Jordan. 

"I am so sorry Brooke." she said sniffling "Jordan. H-he p-p-passed."

At this point, I wasn't able to speak. After one blink after she telling me the news, warm tears came running down my face, staining my face with my mascara. Part of me wanted to believe that she was lying to me. But the other part was smarter than that. She wasn't lying. 

As thoughts kept running through my mind, and as tears were running around on my face, Bev kept talking. "We wanted to tell you, but Jordan didn't want to worry you. He wanted you to be happy, live your life, and stay in New York. I wanted to tell you, but he begged me not to. I am so sorry."

"W-w-what do you m-me-mean you wanted t-t-to tell me? What a-a-are you t-talking abou-about." I said struggling to get the words out of my mouth. 

"Jordan had leukemia. The doctors tried everything but they failed. Jordan passed away yesterday morning.."


"Brooke, take a deep breath, I know this is har-"

"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!!! HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!" And with that, the door slammed. 

"Brooke!! Baby you home!?" I heard a familiar voice scream throughout the condo. 

I choked back my tears and fell to the ground. Bev slowly moved towards me and comforted me. I rested my head in my hands, sobbing into them. 

"Brooke!?!" Ashton said reaching me. "What's going on?!"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I screamed as I ran upstairs into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I sat down on my bed shoving my face into my pillow crying hard into it. I felt like my lungs were about to collapse. I couldn't breath. I sat in my bed, rocking back and fourth. I cannot believe he was gone. Of all people, my best friend since I was 13, was gone. 

That night for the first time in a long time, I cried myself to sleep. I feel asleep with my pillows thrown everywhere, blankets were tossed everywhere, my nightstand fell over, my lamp broken, and worst of all, all of my mirrors in my room were cracked. 

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