03
i woke up in my bed tucked under my covers. i reach over to my night stand to grab my phone but i notice it isn't there but a note is. i rub my eyes reading the note.
brooklyn,
good morning! you fell asleep in the car last night. you looked so cute, i didn't want to wake you up. your phone is in your purse on your desk, call me babe.
jack xx
i smile widely getting up slowly to grab my phone. i change into sweats and a tank top calling jack.
"hey" he says happily
"hello" i say tiredly laying back in bed
"tired?"
"very. how did you get in last night?"
"door was unlocked. start locking your door" he mumbles
"fine" i giggle
"busy tonight?"
"nope, don't have to work today"
"i'm coming over today with a couple of my friends"
"who?"
"cameron and carter"
"sure come whenever. i'll probably be sleeping but the door is open"
"babe"
"yeah?" i ask confused
"start locking it"
"later. good night" i mumble hanging up tossing it on my chair closing my eyes once again.
"brooke. brooklyn" a deep voice whispers over me.
i open my eyes slowly looking up at a beautiful man hovered over me. "jack" i laugh "why are you on top of me?"
"you wouldn't wake up. my friends are in your living room using your netflix" he laughs softly rolling off of me sitting next to me. i sit up throwing my hair into a messy ponytail. i yawn standing up.
"let's go" i mumble walking out of my room.
"that was a good movie carter! what the hell?" a voice yells. i laugh softly.
"hi brooklyn!" they both scream running over to hug me. i wrap my arms around them both letting go after a while.
"hey" i giggle. jack comes from behind me grinning.
"this is cameron" he says pointing to a boy with his hair quiffed perfectly wearing a stussy shirt and a pair of sweats.
"this is carter" he introduces pointing to a boy wearing a beanie and a plain shirt with a pair of black nike sweats. i wave to them as they sit down on my couch.
"so brooklyn. why has jack been talking about you non stop for the past week or so?" cameron ask watching me sit down on the couch in between them. jack mutters something walking into the kitchen. i blush looking down at my lap.
"um i don't know" i say quietly
"shy one? nice jack" carter yells at him laughing loudly.
"brooke come here" jack shouts ignoring carter. i stand up walking over the kitchen. jack wraps his arms around my waist from behind rocking us side to side.
"you were passed out last night" he laughs quietly
"really?"
"gone. i had to carry you" he says walking us over to the panty. i grab a granola bar placing my free hand over his.
