If It Was Meant to Be

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Barron POV
"Your room looks eerily similar to mine." Brooke replies
"It's probably because I didn't decorate." I say
"Neither did I. Any change we would make would probably have to go through about a million committees." Brooke says
"Well there probably is one key difference." I say
"Oh and what is that" she says as she takes of her shoes and walk with me. I open a door to show her.
"Your closet is so much better than mine."
"I know Sasha renovated it when she lived here."
"And all your clothes look so much more comfortable." She says as she touches a yellow champion hoodie
"You can borrow it if you want. I have a bunch" I say. She nods and I turn to leave when I hear her struggling with her dress. I don't know weather to offer my services until Brooke asks
"Barron will you unzip my dress?"
Before I could fully answer her question my hands were on her shoulders slowly unzipping the silk structured dress. My arms slowly moved down her waist to leave the couture hanging off her shoulders. Brooke let out a small gasp, revealing how innocent she really was under all the armor. I still couldn't believe she'd asked me to undress her, ever since I saw her in that dress I wondered what she would look without it. But of course I only saw her back, which was now lined only with a skinny bralette strap. White Lace twined together to form what looked like the most sexy bra I'd ever seen. I took a step forward to just hint at confidence building up in me, I couldn't though. I couldn't throw her onto the ottoman, a fake boyfriend would never do that. And it all came flooding back to me, I was just the fake boyfriend, she was just the fake girlfriend. We would never be something... that just would never happen. I never was able to see her face with her body, both were turned around facing the wardrobe. Oh how I wished she would turn around, just as I'd hoped we would turn around our relationship.
"Barron... can you pass me the sweater?"
"Yeah of course" I then awkwardly moved across to the hoodie shelf and picked off the yellow sweater from the shelf.
Before I could move back to where Brooke stood I was shocked. Standing in the middle of the room stood a girl, a girl who was hopelessly trying to keep up her dress while standing almost naked across from me. Her hips swayed like palm trees in Florida, and hair danced on top of her shoulders. Brooke still stood turned from me and waited to be brought a piece of my clothing. Clothing I wish would never stay on her. Was she secretly thinking the same thing. The feeling of me kissing her up and down, head to toe. I wanted her, I needed her. She became like a drug in an instant, give me a craving of a lifetime. I could feel all of my body lighting up like fire. Being the gentleman I am, I took it upon myself to slide the hoodie onto Brooke. I grabbed her arm lightly and lifted it up, like an instant she lifted her other arm to reach. I could hear her light breathing, being so close to her that our heartbeats could have matched rhythms. Pulling the hoodie over Brooke's hair she tilted her head slightly to reveal a smile. A smile as golden as heaven. I then pulled my head down her shoulder to reach the end of the clumped hoodie. Pulling the hood down from her face to unveil a dream every guy wished for. Brooke then turned around almost brushing her lips against mine. We were so close yet so far away, all I wanted to do was make my lips meet hers. I wanted to touch her face and grasp her waist. I wanted to have her lipstick smeared on my collar, and perfume embedded into my clothes. I needed of taste of her love, a taste of her anything. Something I'd wanted from the beginning, the question pondering my mind, the question that may hurt me everytime I think is what she wants. Because I know what I want, no matter how much I try, no matter how much I crave, there's just some things even I can't have.  She turns around and says
"I'm more partial to trench coats but this will work." We both laugh and start to head out of the closet
"So.. what do you want to do?" I say
"What can we do?" She replies
"Wells there not much... a game room, a bowling ally, a swimming pool-" I am cut off
"The GDP of a small country." She says under her breath
"Oh please like your life hasn't been the same!" I say my voice is slightly elevated. By this point Brooke has plopped herself on the bed. Don't worry the hoodie went to her knees so I couldn't see anything.
"My dad grew up in Indiana for christ sake!" She says back
"My mom is an immigrant so we could go on all day talking about how our parents pulled themselves up by their bootstraps but you can't pass down hardships." I say
"Well it looks like you definitely inherited your father's entitlement!" She rebutted
"Well you definitely took your mothers stubbornness!" I say, and she stands stood up
"I am not stubborn!"
"Whatever you say..."
"You know what. You're impossible I'm going to sit here and watch the Bachelor while you think of all the reasons I'm amazing, and wonderful, the light of your life and America's sweetheart... and whatever other crap the newspaper is saying."
But it's not crap. All the gossip columns are saying the same thing. Most of it was 'true', except for the part where they say Brooke and I are the real deal, one small detail.
"Well I guess I'll join you, there's nothing else to do." I say
"Wait what!? I've never heard of a guy willing to watch the Bachelor!" She says shocked.
"Well, how many guys have you asked?" I say while letting out a small chuckle
"Let me catch you up, so Ben is the bachelor, he's from some old city in Alabama that he keeps talking about constantly."
"Just like you and politics, I think we have a match!"
She rolls her eyes and continues explaining
"There are only 6 girls left and I'm on team Rosie. The least amount of drama comes out of her and let me tell you, that's still a lot."
"My old nanny's name was Rosie, she was great! Now she lives in Wisconsin with another family"
"And you let her move to the cheesehead state?"
"Wait what?"
"Wisconsin, the cheesehead state, do you know what I'm talking about?" When my face remained with a confused look she giggled. What the fFuck is a cheesehead state?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I replied
"And I thought you were educated about state history? You are part of the first family, are you not?"
"Just tell me what it is!" I said childishly, almost like a kid asking for a Christmas gift
"Cheese and dairy production is the most important produced product of Wisconsin. In Minnesota everybody calls people from Wisconsin cheeseheads. Barron, it's meant as a roast."
"Oh..."
From that point, silence filled the room until Brooke said something I'd never think to hear.
"My cat's name was Rosie"
"Oh, cool. Is she living at your parents' house?"
"She died from leukemia..."
"I'm really sorry Brooke, but may I ask when she died?"
"About 4 years ago, on my birthday we had to go to the hospital to say goodbye. I don't really remember having a good birthday after that." She said in the most sorrowful tone I'd ever heard from her before.
"I mean, you cat died, it could never be an easy day." I replied, trying to match her tone.
"I guess. But let's not get into that, instead let's get into this show the way Monica is trying to get into Ben's pants"
"Monica?"
"Were you watching?"
"No, I was listening to the sob stories of your past." I said
"Well I was listening to Monica's sob stories of the past, and they are way more interesting. Way more interesting." She smirked
"It's interesting, that we both had someone important in our life named Rosie." I said
"Yeah, well I just liked roses so that's why I named my cat that... just how Monica likes the rose Ben's going to give her. Barron, do you see this, I can connect everything in my life to the bachelor." We both let out a laugh. On the screen in front of us showed what was supposed to be Monica, she was balling her eyes out because Ben didn't give her the rose.
"She's taller than him" I stated
"Yes, I can see that. I've been watching this show for weeks, I know how they both look." She said sarcastically
"And if you didn't know, it's on almost every girls bucket list that the guy is taller than her. Including my list." She added
"Well I guess I'm in luck"
"Barron, it's not that hard to be taller than me... I'm already below average in that department."
"Who told you you were average? Nothing about our lives are average. You need to find someone who can understand that your life is not normal. Who knows that you have more pressures and responsibilities than any other teen."
"And the way you're speaking makes it seem like you've found this person."
"Bingo"
"Why can't it just be you, aren't you the closest thing to understanding me?" She replied
I could never really answer her question, why couldn't it be me?But no, she still needs an actual  girl friend.
"Brooke, no offense but you need a friend that's a girl, to do girly stuff with." I said this pointing to the screen.
"And what is considered girly to you?" She replied playfully
"Painting nails, going shopping, doing makeup, watching friends on Netflix, watching the bachelor." I listed easily
"Am I wrong?" I added
"No but..." I interrupted
"Do you do those things Brooke?"
She thought about this carefully but the words that came out of her mouth were still what I predicted.
"Yes, but..." I interrupted one last time
"Point proved, let's move on"