definitely a filler. can you say writers block?
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. "Don't be stupid," I told myself, taking the bottle to the kitchen and pouring it out. I couldn't do this to Brook. I needed to be strong for her.
The chime of the doorbell shocked me. I threw the bottle in the trash as I went to answer it. My jaw fell to the ground upon seeing the person standing there.
"Surprise!" Brook sang, throwing her arms around me.
I couldn't do anything but smile. There was honestly nothing more perfect for me on my first night home. I hugged her really tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I finally said, simultaneously noticing the small duffel bag by her feet.
She smiled, words couldn't describe how much I loved that smile. "Remember how I said I was going to get an overnight soon?" she asked, her tone playful. " I meant really soon."
I took her bag and ushered her inside.
"So...?" I asked.
"Washroom?" she asked
"Right at the end of the hall,"
She grabbed both my hands, "Okay, thanks, maybe we could rent some movies tonight? Just hang out here?"
I smiled, "Yeah, I'd like that."
She wandered down the hallway.
I heard a car pull up outside. "Who the fuck is here now?" I looked outside to see Gerard walking toward the house, looking rather haggard.
I searched for my cigarettes hoping that one would calm me enough to speak to him. I found them, quickly lighting one, and pulling the door open before Gerard could even knock. Apparently he had changed his mind about talking to me, because he was heading back toward his car. He stopped and looked back at me.
We both seemed to be frozen, as we stared each other down.
"Can we..." He stopped.
I shrugged, gesturing that he come inside, and he did, but he was silent. "What do you want?" I finally asked.
He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. After a long pause he looked up from the floor, "I don't really know...I'm not even sure why I came here."
"Mikey what kind of movie–" Brooklyn stopped upon noticing Gerard. "Oh, sorry," she said, sinking back against the wall.
I half smiled at her. "Gee, we were just on our way to get some movies."
"Listen, I know I can't be a dick to you forever," I started joking with him, reminding myself of how we were before I started drinking. "Cause you'll just keep coming around here, and I'll never be able to get rid of you,"
He laughed softly.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?"
His eyes exuded a sincere relief. "Kay."
The black and white credits of the third movie of the evening rolled across the screen. I glanced at the clock on my phone. 1:42 am.
Brooklyn and I were curled up together on the couch, I looked down at her and saw she was asleep.
I didn't want to move, in case I woke her up, so, as creepy as it may be, I just watched her sleep, studying her features.
She stirred, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "What time is it?" she asked groggily.
"Quarter to two,"
She smiled and kissed me. "Bedtime."
I hadn't realized how much I missed my bed until I actually climbed into it. Brooklyn climbed in shortly after, snuggling up close to me.
"Ever get it where you're really tired until you get to bed, then you're wide awake?" she asked quietly.
"I have that," She turned on to her side, prompting me to do the same.
I placed my hand gently on her cheek. "I love you," I said in a low voice.
She bit her lip. "Why do you say it...you know I can't..."
"Because I do..."
"How do you– Why?"
"Why do you..?"
How do you answer a question like that? It would be hard to put into words. "Well...I love the way you bite your lip when your nervous. And how I can tell how you're feeling by how tightly you hold my hand. And that I can take care of you. And your smile," I shrugged. "And everything."
She was silent, for a painfully long time. "That's how you know?"
"Then I guess..." She paused, and I encouraged her to continue, "I love you too,"
A/N I am so stuck here, so sorry if this sucks. Review anyway?