(Lol. It's okay! I do that to people all the time…)
Wimp. You couldn't kiss him, and now you can't even look at him.
Brooke mumbled some excuse about needing the bathroom before dashing there. She quickly closed the door behind herself, leaning against it once she was alone.
"What just happened?" she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
(On an unrelated note, I could've just died from a water bottle spilling. I need to put away the BBQ sauce but a water bottle fell on the ground and spilled water everywhere. I managed to get over it and put the sauce up, and I tried to then jump over the puddle. I still landed in the puddle and slipped and began to fall towards the wall, yet I was able to catch myself in time. Very random.)
Jacob's shoulders slumped as she left. He made her uncomfortable, fantastic. In his distress his hands roamed, brushing against his hair until finally being content with holding themselves up to his eyes.
(Lol. That sucks. I skinned my knees so badly that they're still healing after nearly 3 weeks.)
After a few minutes, Brooke splashed some cold water on her face, then dried it off. She shook her head at her reflection.
Get a hold of yourself, girl. Jake is your best friend, maybe it should stay that way…
But I really like him…
(Yikes. We need to be wrapped up in bubble wrap.)
I'm going to lose my best friend. Friendship over. Any hope for anything else is out of the question, unless it's being strangers.
He sighed and sat down in a empty chair, watching the others continue playing with disinterest.
(Seriously. Sometimes I wish I lived in an indestructible bubble.)
Brooke took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. She made her way over to Jacob, still not meeting his eyes and biting the inside of her lower lip.
"Can– Um– Can we talk?" she asked quietly.
He blinked, and lifted his head up- still not looking at her face, rather resting his eyes on left hand.
"Okay," he compiled. "Do you want to go somewhere else, or..?"
(A kid knocked over a lamp w/a glass shade, so I had to clean it up! Sorry!)
"Yeah," Brooke said, nodding. "Uh, the backyard should be empty."
He hummed in response, getting up from his chair and began to walk over to the backyard.
(Sorry! A kid knocked over a lamp w/a glass shade, and it shattered, so that was fun to clean up…
And then kids needed to be put to bed, and they needed to get baths before that, and no one was cooperating. Ugh… Stress.)
Brooke found a couple of lawn chairs and moved them underneath a large tree, out of the sight of anyone who would be watching curiously. She sat down in one and gestured for Jacob to sit in the other.
(Na you're fine)
Jake sat down in the remaining chair, waiting for what she had to say. Honestly, he was a little afraid. Was she officially going to call off their friendship.
Brooke sighed, leaning back in her chair and looking up at the darkening sky through the leaves of the tree. How should she put this? Should she even say it?
"Um… I think we need to talk about, uh, what just happened," she finally muttered, turning so that she could see Jake out of the corner of her eye.
He froze. Okay. She was going to call off their friendship. Politely.
"A-Alright," he forced himself to speak. "What about it do you want to talk about?"
"What we were talking about in the closet. I– You– Err… Um…" Brooke stuttered, putting her head in her hands and covering her face. She mumbled, "We weren't talking about just being friends, were we?"
He was silent for a moment. Perhaps if they were going to depart he might as well be honest before that.
He swallowed, "No, I d-don't think we were."
Brooke sighed heavily. Why did her brain have to stop finding words to speak now of all times?
"So… Did you really think I just meant–" She coughed awkwardly, buying herself time to think. "–um, that I meant I really like you as a friend?"
Jacob looked at her finally, surprised. "Of course. Why would you like me any less or more? I'm just… me."
Lifting her head, Brooke gave him a confused look.
"What? You're just… No, Jake, you're not 'just you', you're a great person," she argued.
He blushed. "Okay."
"And, um, I…uh… Oh, gosh, why does this have to be so hard?" Brooke exclaimed, falling back into her seat dramatically. She dug her palms into her eyes and groaned.
He patiently waited for her, still red from her comment.
(Gtg; won't be on much tomorrow either.)
(Aw, bummer. Okay.)
Brooke sighed, then finally blurted, "Ilikeyouaswaymorethanafriend."
He didn't hear her too well. Jake caught the words 'I like' and 'way more than.'
"Can you uh, repeat that?" he asked, then berated himself mentally for sounding so hopeful.
Brooke took a deep breath, trying to calm her quickly-beating heart. It didn't work.
"I like you…aswaymorethanafriend," she repeated, still speaking quickly. Maybe he understood her this time?
"I-I-" he definitely heard that, and it reduced him speechless. "Really?" Jacob managed out.
Brooke risked a glance up at Jacob, her face aflame. She nodded and choked out, "Yeah."