Disclaimer: I still own nothing. I hate disclaimers. And I've just realized how lame the title is. Eh, I might change it later.
My Life
"She what?" Nick was surprised. Val Lanier was the last person you'd expect to land in the nut house. "Why?"
Brooke shook her head, smiling sadly. "I don't want to talk about it."
Nick nodded. "So… I should probably set up the couch, since it looks like you're going to stay the night."
"If I'm causing you trouble-"
"No!" Nick, grabbing the blanket, looked at her surprised. "Brooke, you're my best friend. If you were any trouble, and you're not, for the record, I wouldn't tell you anyway."
Brooke smiled shyly. "So, what happened to Amanda?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't know. She's gone. Haven't seen her since high school."
"So… Do you have a bathroom?"
"Oh, yeah…" Nick blushed. "It's – uh – down the hall." He pointed down a dimly lit hall. "Third door on the right."
Brooke pulled an old shirt, a pair of boxers and a toothbrush out of her over-stuffed bag.
"Thanks." She hobbled down the hall, her feet aching from being squished in high heals all day.
Nick sighed, and brushed a lock of hair away from his face and threw a pillow onto the couch.