From Angie to Brooky

Angie likes Brooky, but she doesn't realize it yet.
Brooky's in love with Angie, but he doesn't know it yet.
At first they hate each other, then they fall in love. And they don't know it yet.
This is their story.


1. Angie

I remember the first time I met Brooky.

     I didn't think much of it at the time. We were really young. He was 10, I was six. He was picking up his little sister, Lily, from our first grade class. Lily happened to be my best friend back then. So, of course, he acknowledged me. Lily and I were peas in a pod, a really small pod. I would always hang out at her house, and typically I would see Brooky there, and I was nice to him, yeah, but I never really cared about him. 

At the end of the school year, I learned that Lily (and Brooky) were moving to some place called India (I later figured out it was Indiana, a U.S. state.) and was heart broken to hell (not the term I would use at the time, but I'm using it now, baby.). We cried for hours, in class, at recess, at lunch, Lily and I.

     When the dreaded last day came, Lily stayed strong (in a first-grade way). I bought her a Deluxe Barbie doll, which she loved, and she bought me a Mulan doll, which was something I wanted for a long time. We hugged until Brooky came and pulled her away, but before they left, he knelt down and hugged me, too. "Thanks for makin' my sister so happy, Angie," he said. He broke the embrace and they left, dragging along a crying Lily with him. I was crying too. I--we--would miss each other so much.

     It would be years before I saw Brooky again, but honest to heart, I forgot about him. Yeah, I thought about how Lily was doing every now and then, but Brooky never came to mind. And when I did at last meet him, I had no idea who he was.

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