Chapter 8
'Ah, Lysander really. If you could just take me home instead~'
the purple haired girl pleaded as Lysander started chuckling, shaking his head for the hundredth time the girl had asked him.
'Oh no. My house is closer; your home is much farther down and I don't think I can walk that far Brooklyn~' Lysander commented, walking closer and closer to his supposed home. Brooklyn didn't know exactly where the silverette lived, and she didn't really want to find out. The ruby eyed girl would rather go home and sleep tonight off then go to some boy's house...
'Lysander really I~' Brooklyn started to say before Lysander suddenly dropped her stuff.
'Hey! That stuff might not mean anything to you but!~' Brooklyn started again, but stopped when she saw why Lysander dropped the stuff. The two were in front of a large grey and white house made of bricks. Along each of the four windows was a flower bed with roses and daisies, and in front of the house was a bird bath. She couldn't help smiling, thinking of watching the birds chirp with each other in the quiet of the morning, happily bring the droplets of water from their beaks and unto their partners, taking turns in the bathing ritual of bird.
The house though, looked like one of those really rich homes that only...well, the rich people lived in.
Staring up in awe, Brooklyn hadn't even felt Lysander put the girl to her feet until he put his hand at the small of her back after picking Brooklyn's stuff up, and walked towards the front door...
'Ahh Brooklyn! How nice of you to join the real party!' Rosalya said as she grabbed Brooklyn's free hand and pulled her to each of the boys' rooms in their home. The spacious living room with their two fish tanks, a wide screen TV, and quite a bit of a mess. Staring at the mess as if it didn't look like it belonged there, Rosalya finally noticed and shrugged, saying, 'Castiel's stuff not there's. These two baby's aren't pigs~' the girl added as she tugged on Brooklyn's hand and showed her the kitchen, then where the bathrooms where.
Feeling satisfied with her tour, Rosalya swiftly turned to where they were next.
The basement.
'Now Brooklyn, I know how excited you are to see Lysander's room, of course not Leigh's but you know, nothing messy while the adults are here' Rosalya said winking as her short night gown twirled around the silverette; opening the door to their basement. Walking down the steps, Brooklyn started to wonder what was down there, hopefully not some kinky toys of any kind...
'Well here's the basement~' Rosalya said from somewhere ahead of Brooklyn. Her ruby orbs couldn't see anything down there; it was too dark. It was a miracle her real self didn't take over and make her fall down the staircase.
Finally going down the last few steps, Brooklyn saw a little bit of light in front of her; Rosalya probably put the light switch on.
Looking ahead of her, Brooklyn's eyes were instantly glued to all the sound equipment, naked mannequins, and photo area. Turning back to Rosalya, she just shrugged.
'In the summer, this is the best area to do anything. Modeling for Leigh's shop for one, practicing his vocal talents for Lysander. Really anything you can think of~
No! No Brooklyn I see your face, don't even go there!' Rosalya said laughing as Brooklyn gave her an innocent look. 'C'mon girl, let's go back upstairs so you can sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow' Rosalya said grabbing Brooklyn's hand and shutting off the light. But the purple haired girl had to wonder...
What was so important about tomorrow?
'Hey Rosalya, would the brother's mind if I quickly washed this?' Brooklyn asked the silverette sleeping on the other couch. She was just waking up, but Brooklyn swore that she was watched all night. At one point, she had even thought someone had brushed her hair back and kissed her face.
Shrugging that thought away, Brooklyn sat up on the couch and saw Rosalya stretch and get off the couch to go to the kitchen, telling Brooklyn, 'Of course they wouldn't mind Brooklyn, go right ahead~'.
Getting her dress from the day before, the purple haired girl padded off in the direction the laundry room was. Finding out that it wasn't past the three bathrooms in the main house, there was only one more place to look.
The basement.
Slowly walking down the stairs as to not trip over the air around herself, Brooklyn slowly but surely got to the last step and turned on the light switch, glad of the light. Walking down the side hallway, Brooklyn smiled as she finally found the laundry room and went to her usual routine of washing the clothes.
Hearing someone walk downstairs, Brooklyn hid behind the washing machine, hoping no one would notice her person.
Hearing the sounds getting closer and closer to where the girl was, Brooklyn decided to reveal herself to whoever was out there, but it was too late. Someone had shut the door to the laundry room, entrapping her.
'Hey! Whoever left the laundry room open has to do fold all my clothes for a week!' Leigh's voice was heard as the footsteps got quieter and quieter, laughter emitting from the rooms upstairs.
Great...just great.
Guess I'm not going to find out what's happening today...
Brooklyn thought as the sound of the washing machine drowned out her sorrows.
After a few hours of being stuck in the laundry room and getting a few more zzz's, Brooklyn stood up and went to the door, banging on it is as hard as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs. But it was all for nothing. No one was home, and she was sure no one would be home until after school.
Hearing the laundry machine go off, Brooklyn sighed and walked towards the machine, stripping down to put the dress back on, not even bothering to dry it...
'Brooke? Brooklyn? Hey, calm on get up my lady'~ Brooklyn heard Lysander's voice say.
'Mmm?' Brooklyn managed to say as Lysander picked her up from the floor and walked through the hallway and up the stairs, starting to go into the living room to put the girl down, but stopped and turned, heading towards the 'Forbidden Hallway'. 'B-But...' Brooklyn said, but Lysander shushed her and told the girl to go back to sleep, walking to his room...
'Brookie? Why the hell is she fuckin here Lysander!?' a familiar angry voice said in Brooklyn's dreams as she came to...
A sort of consciousness.
'I told you. She was locked into the laundry room all day! Why are you being so judgemental Castiel? You know I wouldn't do this too you! After all these years of talking about her, these months of knowing me, you'd think I'd take the one important person away from you?!' Lysander yelled back as Brooklyn heard a shuffling of papers. Growling, Brooklyn heard Castiel yell out
'Fine whatever. I don't even care anymore. Take good care of your girlfriend, Lys. I'll see you when we practice next. If there's a next~'.
Brooklyn heard the shuffling of papers again, Lysander yelling at Castiel to reconsider, and then a slam of the door.
Well...
I guess i'm causing trouble for those two again
Brooklyn thought as she faded into the dream world once more...
'Hey Brooklyn? Hey, here try eating something okay?'
Lysander's voice called out to her as she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, his jade & gold orbs concerned. Brooklyn sat up and rubbed her eyes. 'What time is it?'
'It's about one pm'.
'WHAAT! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?! I missed school! My mom will kill me! And there was something important today~' Brooklyn started to yell, but stopped when a spoon was entered into her mouth, stopping all types of chatting. The ruby orbed girl glared at Lysander.
'I'm sorry about that m'lady. I didn't know Leigh hadn't known you were down there. Rosalya was so out of it too this morning that she had forgotten that you had asked where the laundry room was~' Lysander said apologizing and rambling on about the day. This gave an opportunity for the purple haired girl to look around Lysander's huge room. It was an emerald green with an Xbox set to the side with a small TV, Guitar Hero beside it. It seemed that the game was frequently played; probably Lysander testing out his vocal skills.
Looking around some more, Brooklyn spotted a picture of his parents, a few stacks of notebooks, notepads, and other papers.
And then something else caught the girls' eye.
'What's that over there?' Brooklyn asked the silverette, making him turn to see the small poster upon his wall. The only poster that was plastered on his wall that wasn't to do with Winged Skull or another rock band. Smiling at her, Lysander blushed and shook his head.
'Oh that's just something Castiel gave me a long time ago...
Seems like a few years...' Lysander mumbled as he got up and reached for a tray.
'Here. You're probably starving. I made you a small breakfast. Not much, but it'll fill you up~', Lysander said as Brooklyn hungrily ravaged upon the food. There was two pieces of toast, a bowl of chicken soup, and orange juice.
'I...I thought you might have turned sick so I thought having something hot would be best~' Lysander started saying, but Brooklyn put an arm on his shoulder and smiled.
'Thank you Lysander. It was very kind of you. Very…gentlemen-like' Brooklyn said, making Lysander shut up and watch quietly as she ate…
'Ohh Brooklyn i'm so sorry! I had totally forgotten you wanted to go to the laundry room and I was so tired and~'
Rosalya had started apologizing to the purple haired girl a few days later, making her stop and put her hands on the silverette's shoulder, sighing.
'I know you're sorry. And I accept your apology. Now, what was so important that day?' the petite girl asked her friend, making Rosa stare at her in horror.
'Oh no...
The...
The thing that was so important was...
Exams were that day' Rosa said, making Brooklyn stare at her and turn, screaming down the hallway in her Brooklyn-fashion...
Running home after school to get her notes and binder, Brooklyn was a block away when she heard someone screaming her name. Turning to see who it was, she found Lysander running to her, papers in hand. Once he had gotten to the purple haired girl, Lysander stopped to catch his breath, and spoke. 'Your...papers...for the exam...Castiel dropped off...never gave...', Lysander said in between pants, making Brooklyn laugh.
'You're not in shape are you Lysander?' Brooklyn asked him taking the papers as he frowned at her.
'Of course I am. But you have to realize the length of that sprinting is not something you should do...sprinting' Lysander tried to follow up, but Brooklyn laughed and kept walking home to get her stuff. 'Oh, I could help you study if you want. The principal said you could write it tomorrow~' Lysander timidly suggested. Brooklyn looked at him and nodded, then walked to her apartment door and held it open, then he held the door open for her like a gentlemen.
Wow...I was in his house, and now he's going into mine...what a day'
Brooklyn thought smirking as the two reached the elevator...
From across the hall, two short blonde women, one short kid and one older woman, were watching the two as they walked the last floor up. Watching them like prey...