Hope you like the new chapter; I had a hard time figuring out which way to take it.
Chapter 3
Paul's Pov
Woah, I killed her parents…Why should I even care? Why am I even here? Oh. Because of her; because of Brooke…What is so different about her? With all of that waying on my mind, Marko and I placed everything back to where it should be, and flew off. This is going to be a long night…
Brooke's Pov
The early rays of the sun shone through the wide opened window causing me to groan and roll over…onto the floor…well this is a good start to the day.
After unpacking the coffee pot and toaster, I made myself a rather delightful breakfast. Something was missing though; what am I forgetting? After pondering nearly ten minutes, I decided to try and forget it and go out and enjoy the morning. Stepping out onto the porch, with the question still waying heavily on my mind, I sat on one of the fold up chairs me and Taylor brought in the day before. Wait! That's what I'm forgetting; Taylor!
Jumping up, I made my way over to the truck. Taylor was still out of it; her makeup smudged and her hair looked like a rats nest. I couldn't help but laugh, and even then she didn't stir. Tay-Tay, what am I going to do with you? Outwardly sighing, I turned and headed back inside; Taylor can come in when she's conscious.
After unpacking and taking a shower, Taylor finally decided to make an appearance. She looked like a zombie, haha! She slumped down on the couch and groaned loudly.
"So," I said, "that's what you get for getting totally plastered!"
"Ah, be quiet! There's no reason to yell."
"I'm not yelling Tay."
"Yeah! You are." She said, covering her face with her hands.
"Can you please try to be sober tonight?" I asked jokingly.
"Eh, where's the fun in that?" she complained.
"There is none. Well at least clean up. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Where are you going Brooke?" she questioned.
"…To explore. I've really forgotten this place." That was true; I really didn't remember much from all those years ago.
"Well," she sighed. "have fun. Oh, and if you see Collin, tell him I had a blast last night, and that I can't wait to see him." She smiled. Seriously? We've been here for a day, and she's already fallen head over heels for someone. Waving my hand, I grabbed the car keys and headed out.
The boardwalk is a big place…there is no other way to think of it. Numerous small shops lined it, some offering the ultimate tourists supplies, others surf and beach shops, which were filled to the brink with people. Clothing stores were numerous, and there were several little arcades stuck in-between.
After a good two hours of looking through stores I came across one I haven't yet seen; a comic shop. There weren't too many people inside, so why not check it out?
The door was creaky and a bell rung above my head as I entered. Besides that noise, there was music quietly playing through the store. Rows and rows of comics covered the walls and aisles. They all displayed worn covers and smelled as if they were printed long ago; yet, this was an intriguing place.
After only a couple of minutes of looking through the racks I was ambushed by two guys; rather quiet and somewhat intimidating. One sported a bandana around his head, and the other looked like he was ready to jump into a plane and start flying it. They didn't look like they were older than me though…Pretty odd characters; but that wasn't the weirdest part. It was when the one with the bandana spoke that made the situation even more strange.
"Who are you?" he spoke with an extremely low tone.
"Brooke." I said flatly.
"You new?" the other asked, his voice normal compared to the other guy. I nodded.
"Well, you better go back to where you came from." The gruff brother said. I was seriously taken back. Why the heck would I do that? I have no intention of going back into the mountains, or being told off.
"Why the hell would I do that?" I asked, both shocked and angry.
"Because it's the smart thing to do." He retorted.
"Yeah, people like you always go missing." The other said. What? People like me? What is their problem?
"Guys, who are you tormenting now?" a new voice cut in. Behind the two creeps a girl appeared. She looked familiar; where have I seen her before? She looked to me, brushing her brown and red hair out of her face. A questioning glance covered her face, but quickly turned into an outright smile.
"Brooke?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, I didn't think I'd see you so soon."
"Mo, you know her?" the gruff guy asked. Mo…wait! That is the girl I helped out last night. She nodded and walked over to my side.
"Guys, what have you done?" she questioned.
"We only warned her." The other said. Mo sighed and turned to me.
"Sorry about my brothers, they aren't the greatest at striking up conversation." Wait…brothers? The look on my face must have said it all.
"Edgar." She said pointed to the gruff brother. In response he grunted. "And Alan." She said glancing towards the other guy. He nodded.
"We're the Frog brothers." Edgar said pointing towards Alan.
"Well that's pretty obvious." I whispered, looking at the floor. Mo laughed and I looked back up to her.
"You're pretty funny." She shrugged. Edgar and Alan looked at each other, and then slowly walked to the other side of the store.
"What's their problem?" I asked. Mo merely smiled.
"Plenty of things." Now I was the one to smile. "So…" she said after a moment. I sent her a questioning glance. "Do you have any plans Brooke?"
"No, not rea-"
"Great! Come on." she said taking my hand. She led me into the back of the store, only stopping to open the door that said 'employees only'. Pulling me through, I was led through a narrow hallway with several doors. At the end of the hall Mo opened the last door and guided me in.
The room was bright and colorful, just like Mo. There was a bed covered in clothes, a desk with piles of jewelry, and a cabinet filled with colorful makeup. Her room? Yes, this had to be.
"What do you think?" she said after a minute.
"It's…a rainbow!" I was lost for words and she laughed.
"So," she said plopping on the bed "What brings you to Santa Carla, Brooke?" Well I've never known anyone as straight forward as her.
"Well,…" I started. What am I going to tell her? That I'm hiding for my parents' killer without killing myself in the process? Um, no! Well this is awkward…Who knows how long I was quiet, but Mo broke the silence once again.
"Hey, I'm sorry." She said. Looking up, I didn't see as much laughter in her eyes. "I shouldn't be nosy, and I shouldn't have dragged you down here. You don't have to be here if you don't want to. Go if you want. It's just different around you. I'm usually not this controlling…" she faded off.
"Controlling?" I asked. She looked up. "I wouldn't call it that." I smiled. "You are open and to the point; which is different," she looked back down, "but it's a good kind of different. You aren't like anyone else I've ever met. To be honest," I said looking around, "you're pretty cool."
"Want to be friends then Brooke?" she asked. Is she serious? In response I couldn't help but laugh. The odd face she gave me made me quickly stop and regain my composure.
"Is there any other reason you would bring a complete stranger down here?" I asked. After a moment she shrugged, but smiled. "So, what now?" I wondered. Her smile only grew.
The hours dragged on after that. Me and my new-found-friend Mo talked and talked and talked. Even when I couldn't think of anything, she managed to strike up conversation. I learned that she was a total reject at her school; the outcast along with her brothers and that she was going to be a junior this year. Almost 17 herself actually. Her brothers were a year ahead and were only really talkative to one another. In return she also learned a lot about me.
By the time we were tired of talking we went back out to the shop to only find out that the sun had already set.
"Woah. We were down there for a while." Mo said dumbstruck. I couldn't help but crack up at her shocked face.
"Well, I better get going." I said to her.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Brooke!" she waved as I walked out.
Immediately after leaving I was greeted by the loud roar of motorcycles. Turning, I saw two familiar faces.
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