Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Except the milk. I'm craving milk… I'll go get some
My Life
"Nick? Is that you?"
Brooke Lanier whipped her sunglasses off in surprise.
"Hey Brooke." Nick leaned out his car window, his trademark curly dark mop, which obviously had not been cut in a while, hung in his eyes. "So, need a ride?"
Brooke smiled. "Sure."
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Throwing open the door, Nick and Brooke hauled her suitcase into his apartment, with much difficulty of course. It was a Lanier tradition not to pack light.
"My God! What did you pack?! Bricks?" Nick heaved the suitcase onto the couch.
Brooke bit her lip. "Close. My entire childhood rock collection."
"Rock collection." Nick muttered, shaking his head. "You and Val are too much alike."
Brooke's smile faded. "Yeah… Val and I…"
Nick, who had since stuck his head in the refrigerator and was guzzling milk out of the carton, looked at her questionably.
"So, how is Val? Last I heard she was a doctor in Santa Fe." He wiped the milk from his upper lip and stuck the milk back in the fridge.
Brooke smiled sadly. "Yeah, she was in Santa Fe. But she's back here now."
"Working at the hospital?"
"No. She's a patient at the Mental Institution."