Brooke starts to develop misunderstood feelings and tries to deny it and pretend it's unreal. But slowly the emotions eat at her. This is just the angst side of Brooke Williams and we'll start to focus a little bit on her. So there'll be more mush and fluff. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

But if you want to just continue reading part 1, Butterfliez or you don't know who Brooke and OC's are, click here. .net/s/5135326/1/Butterfliez

One more thing; Realize this is PART II of Butterfliez and so I won't be working on this story as much until I add the important details of the story so I don't spoil anything. I know it's dumb to start now but lol I just wanted to get started while I still had the ideas fresh in my head.

It was just a dream. That's all. A dream of…perhaps her deepest thoughts she thought she'd never have.

She lay on the soft grass that tickled her as she gazed up at the light blue sky. The earth was peaceful and still, and all she could hear was her deep breaths. When she turned her head, there he was. The one that had always made her squirm as he talked to her or made her heart skip a beat as he laughed and smiled. Or the way he'd touch her hand and tell her soothing things that made her feel good inside. What the hell was this…feeling?

He caressed her face gently, making her smile and blush. Yes…it was love.

Her love held her chin and tilted it towards the shadow face before planting a kiss on her forehead. Brooke blushed madly and turned her head away before her love pulled it back to look at him, making her shake her head and smile.

They lied down together as her lover held her in a strong embrace, never letting go. She felt so…protected that she thought nothing could ever harm her or him. She rested her head on top of his, playing with his silky hair and sniffed the sweet scent of cherry blossoms it gave off; it made her sigh.

What am I doing? Such a ridiculous and out of character feeling if me.

But she knew it felt good, too. To be in love. And even though the face remained a shadow, Brooke still thought she knew who it was in her heart.

"Brooke."

Rising up from her sleep, she scratched her head and turned her gaze across the well-lit room to find Allen opening the curtains a little. He grinned like dork again, sweatdropping. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked politely, "you can go back to sleep if you want."

Normally, Brooke's response to that would be, "What the hell, bean-head!? Get out of my room! It's too damn early to be jackin' witchu! Why are you in here!?"

But she calmly blinked a couple of times, a smile growing slightly on her face. "Allen…," she said softly with a dreamily sigh.

Allen, cocked his head to the side, confused, and then smirked. "Ah, I see. Brooke had a good dream," he snickered. Brooke's smile disappeared quickly with a blush and grew an anger vein.

"So what was it about, Brooke?"

"That's none of your business, bean head!"

"Okay, okay." Allen smiled then walked towards the door, "c'mon and go to breakfast with me."

He shut the door, leaving Brooke alone to touch her cheek lightly.

Just a dream.