I decided I really didn't feel like going to work today with all the thoughts running through my head. Usually, it wouldn't be that big of a deal to other people, but when you're me, and you haven't talked to a boy for two years because of a big breakup, it's kind of hard to move on and trust some one else. Why can't I just move on? I was suddenly cut off from my ramble when I tripped on stump.
"Ow," I groaned. I slowly got up and brushed myself off. I looked around. I was at a playground. "Ooh, a playground! Where there's a playground, there are swings!" I looked around and spotted a few by the slide. I quickly ran over to them and sat on one, swinging as high as I could. Funny how my attitude can change so fast by just a small, childhood memory, huh? I was laughing and swinging even higher. After a a couple minutes of swinging I let it come to hault by itself.
"Don't stop." I knew that voice anywhere. Then, two small hands pushed me higher. I laughed and turned around to see Brooke.
"Hey, babes. How'd you find me?" I asked while she kept pushing me.
"Tim called, he said you were having a bit of a problem. Knowing you, you would flood yourself with questions until you tripped on something or ran into someone."
"Hey!" She laughed and sat on the end of one of the slides.
"You're just clumsy, but in a good way!" I laughed and jumped off the swing. She scooted over and patted a spot for me.
"Sit." I sat down next to her as she put her arm around me.
"So, are you okay now, or can I help you, or do you want to talk about it, or -" I cut her off.
"It's boy problems." She made an 'o' shape with her mouth.
"Want to head over to your house and eat icecream?" I shook my head.
"I'm having trouble with my parents. They want to kick me out, and Dad's really mad because I embarrassed him in front of some big, famous guy."
"Well, how about we head to my place?" I nodded my head.
"Carry me?" I asked with hope.
"No. Come on, we're walking." We walked towards her house. Halfway there, I asked,
"What happened to my car?" She looked down and played with her fingers, something she always did when she was nervous or embarrassed.
"It sort of got into an accident." I laughed and put my arm around her shoulder.
"This is why you're my best friend." She laughed and we continued walking.
AT BROOKE'S HOUSE
We walked up to the front door and Brooke opened it.
"I don't understand how you can live in an apartment all by yourself and not feel lonely." I said as we walked to her room.
"It's because I'm with you half the time. When you're with Leslie Cruz, it doesn't feel like just two people anymore." I laughed and flopped on her bed.
"So, this boy... do you like him?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I honestly don't know right now, Brooke." We both sighed at the same time and I giggled. She lied down next to me and we looked at the ceiling together.
"Remember when we were like thirteen, we would finish each other's sentences?" I laughed.
"Yeah, like that one time when your dad said imagine if we were sisters. Then, you said that would be and I finished it off saying weird." She laughed.
"Or that one time, when we went to the store and rode in the carts and kept crashing into people." She said.
"How come we don't do things like that anymore?"
"I don't know, but what I do know, is you need to have fun and let loose to get your mind off this boy problem. Now, come on." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out the front door and into her garage.
"Xavier left a car here a couple weeks ago and said it was a present for us." She opened the door and I saw a red convertible.
"Wow." I said. She nodded her head and tossed the keys to me.
"You're driving." I laughed and went to the driver's seat.
"Where are we going first?" I started the car as Brooke got in the passenger's seat.
"First, we are going to that abandoned store we used to go to." I smiled and backed out of the garage to go for a new fun adventure with my best friend. All I know is, today, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble.