Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, there's no resemlance to actual persons or events or places. If so, it is utterly not intended. We, my co-writer and I, do NOT own Bratz, MGA Entertainment or anything associated with it what so ever. Any character exposure in this story is completely non-profit and just for fun only! No copyright infringement intended! Thank you.

Author Note from Written-Anonymously: I just wanted to say that this story the characters are based off the MGA Entertainment – Bratz Masquerade collection.

Summary: Her eyes never saw clearly before meeting him. Her heart hadn't started beating until he kissed her. She wasn't living before she met him. But "he" wasn't her current boyfriend, and that was the problem... Rated T - may change later. Co-written with CreativeWritingSoul. Enjoy!

Masquerade
I

Darkest depths of my soul,
Slowly being destroyed by your chemical.
I'm tired of being alone,
Last love has turned my heart cold as stone.
Trust, love, and faith all thrown back in my face
I'm such a damn disgrace.
You don't deserve the comfort of my love
And I didn't deserved to be punched,
Pushed, or shoved.

The laptop was open; the screen had a light glow. In the background you could hear some faint sound, the sound of typing and the radio. A tear hit the keyboard as the pale thin fingers hit the keys, wiping away another falling tear. If the heart was a special gift, why did it fell like it was ripping apart?

Did I even mean anything to you?
Or was I just a toy for you to subdue?
I don't know anymore the real me
When I look in the mirror I can't understand
What and who I see.
You've sent me back to the way I use to be
Cold hearted, bitter, and inside angry.

Brielle looked at the first two paragraphs she had written, this was one way she could let out her true feelings about her current relationship – without being called an 'attention whore'. Lately most of her friends had been saying she was acting like this to get the attention. There were only two people that knew the truth, her brother and her best friend.

I know I'm not perfect
Nothing but a burden for some lost soul to collect.
But you made me think different
But it was all a lie and every word you never meant.
But I will find someone better than you
And with that happiness there's nothing you can do.

Her fingers hit the keys softly; Brielle was pouring her heart into the journal entry. She had started this online journal ever since the first fight she had with her boyfriend. He told her she was acting like a spoiled brat, so it must have been true. He wouldn't say such a mean things if it wasn't... would he? The thing was, she didn't know anymore.

Give me what I could never ask for
Give me back my heart untorn.
So I can give it to another who deserves what I have to give
A dead soul that desperately wants to live.

Things had changed since when she started these journals, because whenever she didn't please her boyfriend or so much as follow his instructions of what he wanted - he would scream and most times even hit her. He freaked at her because he had broken into her computer and read some of her journals, which held the truth of how she felt about her relationship with him. Now she kept the files in a zipped file. Hidden deep inside her computer.

Brogan didn't even knock on her bedroom door, why should he have to when Brielle was his girlfriend? Despite stupid, false shit he caught her writing on her laptop - she was his. His territory, his property - no one messed with anything of his.

The old wooden door swung open and he had a bunch of deep red roses in his hand. "Hey there, my favorite girl." He greeted all nonchalant, as if they didn't even have an argument before hand.

Once the door opened she hit the Esc key to close the document. Brielle did not want Brogan to see what she was writing, because she didn't want another fight. "Hey hun." She spun in her chair. Slowly getting up from her seat she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips.

Brogan smiled, his dark brown eyes looking Brielle up and down. "Here, I saw these and thought of you, as well as the apology I owe you." He didn't really care, or want to apologize; he just didn't want to appear single any time soon.

"Thank you." She took the beautiful roses and turned to the vase she had in her room. Every once and a while Brogan would buy her flowers as an 'I'm sorry' gift. So she just kept the vase in her room. "You're forgiven." She had a feeling he knew, Brielle just wanted him to know for sure. After putting the flowers in the vase, she turned her attention back to the man in her room. Part of her was hopping he didn't notice her typing – kind of hoping he thought she was doing homework or something. "So it's Friday afternoon, any plans?" Brielle said planting another kiss on her dear boyfriend's lips.

He gave a sexy smile, one that everyone fell for almost automatically. "Well I was hoping that you'd be cool with going to the movies or something. Just spending time together, but out and about. I'm sure you're tired of your homework..." He trailed off, looking down to the laptop bitterly. 'Such lies...' he thought to himself. Shaking his thoughts away, he shifted his attention back to her. "That is homework... is it not?" He asked finally, his grip tightening on her.

When his grip gotten tighter, Brielle flinched a like bit. "Yeah it's my science project, was double checking I had everything for Monday." Brielle wasn't completely lying, just not telling the entire truth. She did check on her science project that she was handing in on Monday but she worked on her journal simultaneously. "Want to see it? Think it is one of my best projects so far." She hoped that if she showed him the work he would relax a little.

He shrugged and gave a nod, "Sure I guess. I know I have some dumb essay due Monday, I probably won't do it." Brogan couldn't help but to glare at the laptop. His words somewhat low and angry sounding. "Show me."

Pushing herself away from her boyfriend's grip and moving over to her new laptop, since Brogan broke her last one, she logged back into her computer, first thing that popped up was the project. She was so glad the journal wasn't present. "There." Brielle moved out of the chair so he could see and look for the journal pages. She was desperately hoping he wouldn't find them.

He looked at the tabs carefully, scrolling over them. "The laptop's nice." He commented coldly.

"Thanks, I always wanted a Mac. So when my other broke, daddy went out and got me the customized made one." Brielle let a small smile sweep across her face as Brogan looked through the laptop, she was very glad that he didn't find the journal pages. "So what movie do you want to go see?" She was hoping it would take his mind off hunting through her laptop.

After a few clicks here and there, he shrugged. "I dunno, we can always decide when we get there Brielle." He clicked a couple more times. "Just checking my shit, if that's okay?"

Brielle knew if she put up a fuss he would get curious about what she is worrying about. "Yeah that sounds good." Picking up her iPhone and moving over to her bed. "Go nuts." She lightly sighed, lying on her bed.

He sighed as well, mocking her and secretly searching her laptop for anymore of those false journal entries she wrote. "So, what have you been up to all day?" Making small talk, trying not to get her concerned with what he was really searching for.

"Got my nails done during lunch and spare, I lost my thumb nail during gym." She said typing on her phone. She could never really grow her own nails without chewing them, so her mother took her to get gel nails – which Brogan always seemed to love.

He gave a nod, "Ahh, I see. Sounds interesting. It wouldn't be that much to replace a single nail, five bucks I think?" He shrugged, he was a guy - he didn't know much about chicks and nails.

"I also got the tips repainted." She giggled, keeping this conversation strictly at small talk.

Brogan sighed, setting the laptop aside after checking it out. "So... did you only write on your computer? Or did you write on paper too? Any stories or anything? Just out of plain curiosity..." He trailed off, wondering if she'd lie or tell the truth. When she lied, she began fidgeting. He'd be able to tell.

Setting her phone down Brielle turned her head towards him. "I have not done much since I got home. When I got home this was in my room, so I set it up and worked on my project." Keeping eye contact with the man in her computer chair.

He shrugged his shoulders, breaking eye contact. "Yeah..." he stated, not sure if he believed her.

"Okay, I had a brilliant fucking vision just now!" Kirana Alexa Carson announced excitedly as she entered her brother's room, completely throwing caution to the wind as to what he could be doing. He was a teenaged male after all.

The young male sighed, "I could've been watching some really hot porn for all you know Ki," he began. She just shrugged her slender shoulders and laughed.

"You're so funny Penn, okay so focus. We're in the kitchen, opening our infamous 'Ghetto Hair Salon' … it's a busy time of the week, and you're about to get your bestest client."

He inwardly sighed again; setting down his book he narrowed his gorgeous piercing blue eyes towards his sister, casually blowing the jet black hair out of his face. "Alright, what is it?"

She gave an excited clap of her hands as she sat down on one of the bean bags in her brother's room. "Okay so... my hair's getting quite long again." She started, turning around to show him that it was now down to her mid – back.

"Mhmm, I see." He noted that she'd probably want it cut and styled... again.