AN: Ok ok ok. I know I'm just the worst person ever for not updating in about 5 months, but AP Chem's a bitch. You see, it takes this thing called your life and kills it. Plus, do you know how hard it is to type with a broken wrist? I swear, I can only type two words a minute. Anyway, I am really sorry for not updating. You can expect one to two chapters over Christmas, but after that, I can't promise anything. Anywho, enjoy. And who knows, I might go write another chapter right now!

Chapter Seven: Waiting for the Weekend

Chase listened intently as Brooke told her older brother about the diary entries that Brooke had found. When she finished Chase looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Hmm, well that's rather odd. You know what I find strangest of all? Out of at least 192 full moons, she wasn't awake for one." Brooke just shrugged. And really, she agreed with Chase. What was the probability of Helen being asleep for every single full moon of her life? Oh well, she really didn't feel like figuring that one out. Maybe she'd ask Brian.

"Oh, do you have any plans for Saturday?" Chase said as he just remembered something.

"No—wait. Brian said something about going to the Inn for some reason or another," Brooke said as she stared out of the window.

"Yeah, Brian just told me today at lunch after you screamed at him. I can't believe that idiot didn't remind you about his brothers," Chase chuckled. "I would have loved to have heard what you said to him." Chase chuckled again. Brooke looked over at her brother with her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Well excuse me if I don't like to be kept in the dark. And," Brooke added, and Chase stopped laughing, "I believe you were supposed to tell me about them as well. Don't go putting all of this on Brian. It's just as much your fault as his." Wow. am I hypocritical or what, Brooke thought to herself.

The next morning Brooke came into History early and found, to her delight, Helen sitting at her desk sketching something. Brooke made her way over to her artistic friend. Brooke slumped down into the desk next to Helen and tried to see what she was sketching.

"What are you drawing?" Brooke asked. But as soon as Brooke had spoken, Helen covered the drawing with her hand.

"Oh, nothing," mumbled Helen and she put the drawing back into her bag. "So, about Friday. What movie do you want to see?" Helen, bent over her bag, looked up at Brooke for an answer. Brooke hadn't read the paper nor had she watched TV in a while, so she had no idea what was showing.

"Um…What's showing?" Brooke asked.

"Let me think…Oh, some movie about Napoleon—," Helen started.

"Been there. Done that," sighed Brooke.

"Some sappy romance."

"Absolutely against the question!"

"Um, the new James Bond."

"Decided. Those are normally at least decent, if not good," Brooke said decisively. "Golden Eye would have to be my all time favorite." She added as an after thought.

"Really? I haven't seen that one," Helen confessed. Brooke let out a dramatized gasp.

"Then my child, you have not lived! You've missed out on cinematography history! Sean Bean never looked so good with a cut up face!" Brooke faked a swoon and draped her arms and head over the back of the chair.

"Is it that good?" asked Helen who was giggling slightly. Brooke recovered herself and sat back up straight just to gawk at Helen.

"Is it that good? Is it that good?! Doth mine ears deceive me? Of course it's 'that good'. Why else do you think I've been ranting on like an idiot?" Brooke said exasperatedly, but then she thought for a moment. "Well, actually, I'm probably no good at judging movies seeing as I'm the only girl of 11. I was raised on James Bond and Bat Man." Both girls laughed at this. More of their class mates started to come in, so Brooke got up and took her assigned seat behind Helen. Brooke amused herself by watching everyone walk through the doorway. For a Tuesday morning, people were particularly slow and tired. They looked like they were moving through molasses. Then Liz came in mouthing the words to whatever song she was listening to and banging her head slightly to the beat. She completely disrupted the sleepy silence that hung over the room like a heavy fog. She sat down and started drumming her fingers on her desk. Brooke looked back to the doorway when she heard the click of the door knob being turned. Brett and Craig walked in and took the other two empty seats in the back row. The Corpse came through the door. It seemed to take hours just for him to reach the board and write the date on it in white chalk letters. He cleared his throat which was a very disgusting practice for any one listening.

"Today we will be learning about the Magna Carta. Written in1215—" Corpse had his back to the class and started writing dates and people on the board. Brooke blocked him out. She had learned about the Magna Carta in tenth grade and had no desire to repeat history. She spent the time writing down notes on what she remembered about the Magna Carta and the focused her attention on the clock on the wall, willing the hands to move faster. It seemed to take forever for the hands to move to nine o'clock, but the bell finally rang and the class came alive, shuffling papers into their back packs and rushing to the door. Brooke stood and shoved her notebook into her backpack. Helen stood and slung her backpack over her shoulder.

"So, I'll see at lunch and we can work out the details for Friday then?" Helen asked as she slowly made her way toward the door.

"Sure," answered Brooke. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the door.

"Hey Brooke." Brooke turned around to see who had called her name. It was Brett, Brian's brother. Brooke stopped to let him catch up.

"Brett, right?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah. Anyway, you coming Saturday?" He asked as he opened the door for her.

"Planning on it," Brooke answered. "Um, I'll see you latter. I've got to get to PE."

"Yeah, I…um…better get to Math." They two turned and went their separate ways.

After school, Brooke walked to her brother's classroom. Brooke opened the door. Chase was on the phone.

"Right…Ok…Yeah, she's coming… All right. Thanks Vivian. I'll see you Saturday," Chase said and hung up.

"Who was that?" Brooke asked from the doorway. Chase looked up from his desk.

"Oh, that was Vivian, Brian's mom." He stood and grabbed his bag. "Ready to go?" He asked and made his way toward the door.

"Yep," Brooke said as she opened the door and followed her brother outside. "Chase, can I borrow the car Friday night. I'm going to go see the new James Bond movie with Helen at 8."

"Sure. I can get some grading done." The two got in the car and drove home.