PART 11-WHO KNEW?

"Brookey," Bailey said, hovering over Brooke as she lay in bed. Brooke groaned and looked up at her rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey, it's rare I get to see you anymore," said Brooke.

"Mum is suspicious of your reasons for coming home."

"I know."

"And I know this is going to sound very unlike me but if you want to talk, I'll listen."

Brooke sat up in bed and laid her head against the headboard, for once Bailey looked serious and almost concerned.

"You'll really listen?" Brooke said. "You won't joke or make fun of me; you won't go shout it to the world?"

"Despite it all, Brooke, we are sisters and we're supposed to be there for each other."

"You're going to be mad at me."

"Wow, you must have done something really bad."

Brooke put her head in her hands and then pulled back her hair and looked up at Bailey.

"I kissed Fred and George at the Yule Ball," said Brooke. Bailey's mouth literally fell open.

"You can't be serious?" she asked.

"Dead serious, but I didn't start it, they kissed me first and I sort of kissed them both back."

"What were you thinking?!"

"I told you you were going to be mad at me."

"Alright, I'm sorry," Bailey said, then cleared her throat. "Explain."

"I don't really understand it all myself, I was at the Yule Ball and I was dancing with George and I felt a little light headed. George took me out to get some air and he told me how beautiful I looked," Brooke said, looking down. "Then without warning, he just kissed me and I just….I couldn't stop myself, I kissed him back."

"What happened then?"

"I told him I couldn't and then I ran away into the school."

"When did Fred come in?" Bailey asked, she was leaning forward against the bed as if she was listening to a dramatic story and was dying to know the end.

"I met him in the hallway on my way to Gryffindor tower, I was crying and he comforted me. We went inside and sat down on the couch and I finally calmed down, he then told me he left the dance brcause I wasn't there. Then he kissed me and once again I found myself kissing him. I told him too that it wasn't right, I couldn't do it, and then I ran to bed and fell asleep."

"Whoa, you really dug yourself into a hole there, Brooke."

"Aren't you supposed to comfort me?"

Bailey patted Brooke on the back a few times and Brooke glared at her; Bailey leaned forward and hugged Brooke and Brooke hugged her back without hesitation.

"I just don't know what to do," Brooke whined. "I can't go back to school, not with Fred and George and Angelina and Katie and Lee."

"You can't just stay home and avoid it, avoiding things never helped anyone," said Bailey.

"What do I do, what do I say? I don't even know where to begin."

"Do you like Fred?"

"Yes."

"Do you like George?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be more than friends with one or both of them?"

"…….yes."

Bailey pulled back from Brooke and took her hand.

"You can't have both, Brooke," said Bailey.

"I know, but how do I choose, especially now that I know they both have feelings for me?" Brooke asked.

"All you can do is decide which one you like more and if you can't…..then maybe you shouldn't choose either."

Brooke's eyes grew big at that thought, she couldn't not choose one if she did she'd lose both of them.

"I don't want to lose them," said Brooke, her eyes tearing up.

"If you don't choose one you may end up losing both of them anyway," Bailey said, wiping away Brooke's tears.

"How did you get so smart?"

"Us Coles get smarter with every girl, Bridget will probably reach genius status."

Brooke laughed and hugged Bailey once more.

"Thank you for listening," Brooke said, rubbing Bailey's back. "It feels like a real sister moment."

"It's really sad that I'm actually enjoying it," said Bailey. "Don't think I'll be treating you this good all the time."

"I never even conjured that thought."

Bailey laughed then slipped off Brooke's bed and left her to be in peace. Brooke lay back in her bed and turned on her side, on her nightstand was a picture of her and the twins. It was taken at the end of last year right in front of the Hogwarts express. She picked it up and looked at both Fred and George's faces; she wondered if they had liked her then or if they had just recently begun to have feelings for her. As she laid there staring at their picture she suddenly realized something. She had liked them both since the beginning of the year. All the times they had been alone together and then they'd touch her and her head would fog up. It had been happening for a long time and she just didn't understand what it had meant.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Brooke said to no one. She sat up and got showered and dressed before walking down the stairs and when she got to the kitchen she heard her mum and Bailey talking.

"Why is she here?" Sherri asked.

"I don't know, she didn't tell me," Bailey answered.

"You're lying, you were up there in her room for a good half hour."

"Yes, I was trying to get her to tell me but she didn't and finally I gave up."

"Why won't either of you tell me what happened?"

"Because it's none of your business!" Bailey exclaimed, sounding like she had slammed a pan on the stove. "It's Brooke's story to tell and she will tell it when she feels comfortable."

Bailey then stormed out of the kitchen and stomped up the stairs not noticing Brooke standing by the kitchen door. Brooke took a moment then walked inside and saw her mum cooking.

"Morning, mum," Brooke said, she went over to the high chair and picked Bridget up in her arms. She kissed her cheek and Bridget giggled and grabbed at her hair, Brooke smiled and kissed her on the forehead before setting her back down in the high chair. Sherri had finished the food and Brooke took some and cut it up and set it on Bridget's high chair. Then Brooke took some food for herself and sat down at the table and begun eating. Sherri sat down as well and began to eat, after a few minutes of silence she set her fork down.

"Why did you come home?" Sherri asked, and Brooke sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it," answered Brooke, she took another bite of her food but Sherri was persistent.

"I deserve to know."

"I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It."

"Honey, I'm here for you, you can tell me anything."

"I know!" Brooke said, standing up. "But I don't want to talk about it!"

Brooke then left and stomped up the stairs exactly how Bailey had. She couldn't understand why her mum just wouldn't let her be.