In which she falls for her brother's best friend
❝When I need a friend, You're the one that I choose, We're better together, Whenever we get stars in our eyes, Synchronize❞
"So why are you mad at Cory and Topanga again?" Morgan asked, looking up from her doll. "It's just...grown up stuff, Morgan. You won't get it" Brooke sighed. "You just say that to make yourself feel better. We both know that you're just a bit older than me and not really a grown up"
"Oh go back to brushing your doll's hair" Brooke rolled her eyes. "Brookie?" "What?"
"Can I ask you something?" Brooke nods.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Brooke nodded a 'no'. "Not yet"
"Well, who would you want to be your boyfriend" "I don't have anyone in mind right now." Brooke shrugged. "You're lying" Morgan smirked. "No I'm not"
"Yes you are. Isn't she Lia?" Morgan looked at her doll before making the doll's head bop. "Well, Lia, tell Morgan that I'm not lying"
"You want to be Shawn's girlfriend" Brooke froze in her place. "Morgan, are you crazy? Why would I ever want that?" "Oh please. I might be 9, but I know enough. You like him"
"Stop! I literally don't!" "Liar" She stuck her tongue out.
"Morgan, it's my business. Stay out of it" Brooke glared. Morgan didn't back down and continued staring at her sister. Brooke finally gave in as a loud sigh escaped her lips.
"Is it that obvious?" Brooke bit her tongue. "No it's not. But nothing gets past me." She boasted. "Okay little detective, but maybe just keep it to yourself. Got it?" Morgan nodded, jogging away from her room.
A knock on the door interrupts Brooke's reading.
"The door's open, Morgan" Brooke nonchalantly said. "It's me, Brooke" The voice made Brooke close her book.
The door opened, revealing a certain curly head. "Get out of my room" Brooke reopened the book. "No, we need to talk" "We don't."
"I need to explain-" "Cory, you don't have to. Seriously just get out!" She angrily huffed, just wanting to be alone. Ignoring her words, he just walked right in and sat on her bed. "Ughh Dad!! Cory's bothering me" Brooke yelled out loud, annoyed.
"Cory, don't bother your sister." A faint, uninterested voice was heard, making Brooke whine.
"Well, can I at least come in?" Brooke looked towards the door and there stood Topanga. "Sure! Come in. I'll leave tho. Feel free to make out. NOT on my bed" Brooke was ready to get up but was pulled back down by Cory. "Brooke. Sit" The youngest rolled her eyes and sits back down.
