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Emma walked inside, and the moment that she stepped into the living room that was when she saw them. Brooklyn and Amelia almost kissing! Fuck. That was bad considering everything. So she cleared her throat which made Amelia jump back a little bit. “It’s getting late. How about I drive Brooklyn home and Amelia we will talk about this after I get back.” @littlebrooklynmatthews

Brooklyn got a fright when the door opened and suddenly the two of them weren’t close anymore. She bit down on her lip, clasping her hands and feeling like she’d gotten caught doing something wrong even though… had she? Brooklyn sighed, looking at Amelia and giving a little shrug. “Um… see you later.”

Brooklyn’s smile grew a little as she looked back at Amelia, thinking she was pretty. She breathed in when Amelia tucked some hair behind her ear and something just caused her to shift a little and start leaning in to close the space between them.

Brooklyn smiled again, looking down at their hands as Amelia reached out and took hers. “Thanks…” She said quietly, blinking and moving her gaze back up towards the redhead, inching a little closer but not really noticing herself do it.

Brooklyn looked back at her and nodded. “It… it does help…” She admitted softly, biting her lip a little as she glanced down. She wasn’t sure what she was fully feeling but it was something.

Brooklyn nodded. Of course she’d heard all the stories but it was hard to imagine and get her parents to talk about it. It was like two different worlds but she did notice similarities in their worlds. Allie. God, she missed her. She smiled a bit, looking up at Amelia as she tucked some hair behind her ear. “Well, I guess… it hasn’t had much reason to be around…” She admitted.

Brooklyn nodded. “Yeah… my mum was so beautiful but it’s like I’m looking at different people, it’s hard to link them up as my parents.” She chuckled, but she figured most kids had that problem. She bit down on her lip gently as she looked back at Amelia. “No. My smile’s ugly..” She protested, shaking her head.

Brooklyn grinned, nodding. “So old.” She chuckled. “Sometimes it seems that way… it’s hard to imagine they were ever… just like us. Y’know?” She shrugged, looking over at her and couldn’t stop her smile brightening. “Yeah?”

Brooklyn wished she could talk with her friends but she just felt so disconnected right now, from most people but Amelia really. She chuckled. “I mean, I guess they’re pretty old too, so.” Brooklyn joked. “Anyway, I bet they won’t even notice I’m gone.” Or maybe her mum would but she was being way overprotective and it was frustrating her.

Brooklyn moved inside and nodded. She figured Wyatt would be… distant. She was distant herself, though it didn’t seem that way with Amelia so that was good, right? “My mum and dad are watching 50 First Dates again.” She made a face, shaking her head. “It’s so old!”

Brooklyn smiled as she moved into the house after Amelia opened the door, feeling a little brighter just seeing her. “Hey.” She looked around and then turned back to Amelia, wondering if she should tell her about the text. Brooklyn didn’t know what any of it meant, what was going on. “So where is everyone?” She asked.

Brooklyn made her way quickly through the dark streets towards Amelia’s house, eager to see her. Yes, maybe she had a bit of a crush on her… but Amelia was a good friend and she liked being around her. She knocked on the door when she got there, and then rang the bell just in case Amelia didn’t hear the knock. Looking over her shoulder, Brooklyn bit her lip. Who was texting her?

“Yeah?” She smiled lightly, swinging a little bit more as she nodded. “Yeah, I can be there in a few…” The park wasn’t far off and she needed someone to talk to anyway and if that person was Amelia, even better. She stood up, looking around briefly, almost starting to feel paranoid. “I’ll see you soon.”

For a moment, she thought that it was Brooklyn texting her to say that she was already there. So there was a smile on her lips, but it faded until she read the message. “What?” She questioned more to herself. She knew that Imogen and her mother were friends but that was it right? 

Brooklyn smiled lightly, though she wasn’t sure she really felt like smiling much right now. “Yeah, especially in these big houses.” She nodded, thinking that being home alone at night in Baberton tended to have a creepy vibe. “I didn’t wanna be alone either…” Not after that text.