Penthouse One/Alex and Brooke Pt. III

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She winced at this but shrugged, "I suppose that would. Please, though, something healthy. I've been told we have terrible diets."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I got it," she reassured Alex.

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"I can help, though, if you need someone to carry the bags," she said, "hey, by the way, I have a question."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Hmm..." She pulled out a container of ravioli and opened it. "Go ahead."

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"There was a government emissary a couple of days ago," she began, slipping another section into her mouth, pausing to chew it.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion. "There was? I never heard about it."

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"They were looking for a bunch of students. A Ris, some other names, Brooklyn and Will were thrown in too," she said with a shrug, "might not be you but...I thought it might have. Guess not, though."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"There's like five Brooklyns in this year alone... Counting the other years there'd be like thirty-two. Brooklyn is a popular name in the Mirrorworld, apparently," she said with a shrug. Then she narrowed her eyes, slightly suspicious. "Wait, where'd you get that from? If the government openly announced they were looking for a Brooklyn and Will, wouldn't everyone know?"

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"I just thought it was a bit of a coincidence considering you know a Will too," she said with a shrug, "oh, you know, I hear things," she said, "it doesn't matter."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

*But it does matter...* She forced another grin and shrugged. "Guess that makes sense." In the back of her head she was running scenarios in her head. *No, she's lying about something... There's no way she heard that out in the open... She must've followed them. But why?*

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She bit her lip, looking away, something about Zero's reaction bothering her, "I crawled in, through the air vents to listen in on them," she said eventually, glancing back to her, "I was told if they caught me, they might have beaten me to death."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

*Okay, that part is true. And she's fragile and light enough, she wouldn't even last a week...* "By who?" she asked. "And why did you crawl through the vents to listen to them? I've heard no one else talk about it..."

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"By, uh," she broke off as she realised it might be a good idea to keep Zero out of it, "I was curious."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"You couldn't let the officials be," she sighed. "Acting on curiosity is a horrible strategy. Don't do it. It's risky, and stupid, and could've gotten you killed and the last thing I need is for you to be dead."

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She blinked slowly, her mouth slowly shutting, "I'll...keep that in mind," she breathed out quietly. "I should warn you though, I'm a curious person by nature."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Guess I gotta patrol you now," she joked, laughing a little. "But seriously, be careful, kay?"

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She poked her tongue out slightly before shrugging, "it's okay, I think they were being a bit dramatic. They wouldn't have caught me," she said, taking another piece of food.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She bit back the "I doubt that" lingering on her tongue and just smiled.

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"So you don't think they were meaning you two?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Probably not. There's thirty-seven Brooklyns, remember?" she pointed out. "And there's at least a handful of Wills anyway. Did they mention a last name?"

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She shook her head, "maybe, I couldn't hear much. Words came in and out."

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Brooklyn C.

"Welp, I guess we'll never know," she added with a shrug.

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She flashed a small smile, "guess not, but it was strange."

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Brooklyn C.

She pouted, "You're killing the mood. The pasta isn't happy. Eat the pasta so it can live it's last moments in happiness."

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She rolled her eyes before dragging a box of it over to her side, "yes, ma'am," she said but spooned a mouthful into her mouth anyway.

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Brooklyn C.

She happily continued to finish her ravioli and even took a bread stick too.

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She gazed at the other girl, pushing the pasta around, taking small bites periodically, "say," she breathed out, "don't you have friends? Not that I don't appreciate your company but....you know," she said, wincing.

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Brooklyn C.

She snickered at the question, "Of course I have friends. The whole school knows me, silly."

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She winced at this, her stomach shrinking, "great," she said, layering the sarcasm on it, "so why are you with me?" She asked, waving the fork at her, "why not with the whole school?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Because," she started with a shrug. "I can't hang out with the whole school at once. Plus, you're relateable and you're my roommate so." *And you're super cute.*

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"Well, yeah, but I just thought...you'd have others more interesting and closer to be with," she said with a slow shrug, "but, hey, it's cool. As I said. I like your company."

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Brooklyn C.

"I like yours too," she beamed, taking a bite of a breadstick.

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She smiled back, her eyes still gazing, in most honesty, Alex was checking her out. She was also thinking of ways to draw her, what shade of paint, how she'd shade. It made her fingers itch for a paint brush.

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Brooklyn C.

She noticed the stare and she's totally in denial that she was staring back. She was discreet about it though, sneaking peaks and glances when Alex wouldn't notice. She restrained herself from blushing, which was a difficult task on its own.

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As her thoughts began to veer away from paint, she forced herself to look away, her cheeks growing warm, and idly gazed at the other students.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

*Nope, nope, keep the fantasies pure,* Brooke chided herself and looked away, finshing her food.

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"So..." she trailed off, trying to distract herself, "your aunt and uncle aren't mages are they? They're in Earth."

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Brooklyn C.

"They're mages... Well, a couple of them. Dunno about my dad's side though."

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She slowly grinned, "so they'd be here?" She asked, innocently.

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Brooklyn C.

She shrugged. "Eh, who knows. I didn't really keep track of them after I got here."

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"Shame," she said, resting her chin on her hand, tapping her fingers against her chin, "we could totally have done something if you knew."

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Brooklyn C.

She smirked. "I like your thought process. Hm, like what?"

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She paused to think about it, "egg the house, destroy their car, totally flood the place, steal the jewellery. Make it out like one of them is cheating."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Can we do all five of those things, at the same time?"

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She grinned, "or we can do all five," she said, "as long as they regret messing with you, I'm happy."

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Brooklyn C.

*You're perfect. Marry me. Now. Please.* "Why didn't I meet you four years ago?"

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She gave her a wry grin, "I wish I did, really, my life would have been so much better. It's funny, though, shouldn't I have technically already met you? Considering you have friends in every area of the school?"

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Brooklyn C.

She nodded, realizing the fact as well. "True... Don't take offense, but I don't think I've ever heard of an Alexandra Bellrose."

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She bit back an air of relief, thankful the rumours didn't reach her. "I don't take any offence to that, don't worry," she said smiling at her.

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Brooklyn C.

"That's good. I take it you don't like attention much, huh?"

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She hesitated before shaking her head, "I...much rather stay in the shadows, I guess, it's safer," she said, poking at her food, "I just, haven't really clicked with anyone here." *No thanks to Will.*

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Brooklyn C.

"Well it's an honor then. I'm the first person to click! If that makes any sense..."

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She giggled, "it's not that much of an honour," she said, "really more of an honour being found by you."

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Brooklyn C.

A blush decorated her cheeks and she looked down. "I'm flattered, but really, people don't know how great you are."

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"I'm not that great," she said, reverting back to gazing at Brooklyn, "I could be a really terrible person, you never know."

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Brooklyn C.

"Not in my eyes," she said with a wink.

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She blushed and stuttered out something before shaking her head, deciding to change subject, "so how'd you meet Will?"

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Brooklyn C.

*Through a half-dead psychotic bitch who made us murder people for her.* She grinned, "Val knows him, and I know Val so... eventually we kind of had to run into each other."

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She nodded slowly, "I guess you would have," she mused, "do you like him?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Well... He's annoying as hell, insensitive, arrogant... Basically he has many bad qualities, but he's tolerable. I guess. Kinda."

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She nodded slowly, "I agree with every single of those words," she conceded, "he's an absolute jackass. I wouldn't say tolerable, though."

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Brooklyn C.

She snorted, unable to contain the snickers that followed. "It would be false to even call him bearable."

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She bit back a smile before glancing down to the food, "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm being mean to him, he's not that bad, just...loud."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Eh, he deserves it. I don't think he's ever considered thinking before he speaks."

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"No, I don't think he even uses his brain," she muttered.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"That would explain a lot, now that I think about it."

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"I was tempted to transfer, you know, when I saw his name on the list," she breathed out, "but he's kind of ignored me so I shrugged it off."

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Brooklyn C.

"Good thing you didn't, or I would've never met you."

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She went silent at this but then shrugged, "so...what are you doing for the rest of the day? Still class?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Aghh.... yeah. I'm gonna go see a friend's dance concert after classes end." Her eyes widened. "Oooh, do you want to come with me?"

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She tilted her head, curious, "who's the friend?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"I don't think you know her, but her name's July. She's really good at dancing."

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She shook her head, "never heard of a July. Well I've heard of the month but not a person named it," she said, "and, yeah, I might, if I'm free."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Well to be fair, her actual name is Julia. July just sounds cooler so that's what she goes by. How do you not know if you're free? It's literally after classes end."

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She gave her a one sided shrug, "I don't plan my day out," she said, "like, I choose it by impulse. I don't know what I'll be doing then. If I feel like going to class, I'll go, if not, I won't. If not, I'll probably be off somewhere." She rubbed her nose, "I only know what I'm doing in ten minutes. I don't really like structure."

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Brooklyn C.

"Well then, make plans for today. You're going to a dance recital with me. You'll make an exception for me, right?"

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*I'd make a lot of exceptions for you. Including the rule of no sleeping with strangers.* She spooned another mouthful of pasta into her mouth to try dispel the thought and pretended to think about it as she chewed, "I mean, if I get you all to myself I'd be happy to..." she trailed off, "so I guess I can."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She scooted closer to Alex and beamed happily. "Then it's a date!" she exclaimed, half-meaning it seriously, and half-meaning it as like a phrase.

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For a moment, she was taken aback but then went with the idea it was just a common phrase here. If she remembered correctly, everyone used it. "If it's a date, you better come with flowers. White roses are my favourite," she said, teasing her slightly.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She winked. "I'll remember that. Do you like chocolate? I'll bring that too, or I could just bring pasta."

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She grinned back, "pasta but in a heart shape. Please, though, chocolate would be preferable."

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Brooklyn C.

She laughed, "I'll remember that too. White roses and chocolate. Gotta make a mental note to get those before later this afternoon."

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She bit back another laugh, biting down on her lip to stop a smile from also erupting, "don't bother, you're enough. I don't need you to go to that much effort."

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Brooklyn C.

She pouted, resting her arm on Alex's shoulder. "But I want to! You deserve so much and I'm going to give you that and even more."

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Her stomach twisted at the words and she gave her a smile, not a happy one, a sad one perhaps.
"If you do it, I'm going to be trumping you," she declared after a brief second, the smile turning into a grin, "because if *I* deserve so much, then I couldn't fathom how much you deserve."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Are we seriously having a present-giving contest because if so I will give you so many meaningful presents you won't have room to put them anywhere!"

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"I will give you so much that I'd have to accept Dakota's job offer because I'll go broke," she said, "and sure I would. I'd shove them into Will's room."

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Brooklyn C.

"I will buy you so many presents that Will will have to sleep in the living room."

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"Is that a challenge, Brooklyn?" She asked, leaning in slightly, knowing she'll probably lose but, hey, she was okay with that. She wasn't competitive and if letting Brooklyn win would make her happy, that was enough.

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Brooklyn C.

"Heck yeah!" Ironically, on the other hand, Brooklyn was extremely competitive and was ready to buy a mountain of presents for Alex, and not just for the competition.

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She burst into laughter, shaking her head, "you're on, Yankee, you're on."

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Brooklyn C.

"Ooooh, to make this even more fun, let's have the contest in *Paris*!"

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She raised an eyebrow, "you realise I'll have the advantage, then, right?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Exactly. I know all the places here so it'd be unfair to you, so we're going to do it in Paris so I can beat you even when you do have the advantage."

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"Aren't you getting a little bit ahead of yourself?" Alex asked with a frown.

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Brooklyn C.

"Maybe, but we'll just have to see at the end." She shot Alex another grin and pecked her on the forehead. "Speaking of Paris, aren't you excited?"

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"I will be when I get there, I don't think it's really settled in yet," she confessed, shivering slightly at the touch of her lips, her mind giving her the image of just leaning up-she cut herself off, bringing up an image of a shirtless Will to combat it. *Bloody hell, woman.* "You might just have to drag me back here, though."

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Brooklyn C.

"Or I could just carry you back, seems like a solution that wouldn't harm you... I mean, wouldn't dragging be painful?"

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She shrugged, "perhaps, maybe, I have no idea."

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Brooklyn C.

"I'm gonna say yes since you're small, light, and most likely fragile."

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She rolled her eyes, "what do you think I have? Chicken bones?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Would you get offended if I said I do...?"

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She paused, throwing the final section of the stick into her mouth, taking a moment to eat it, "well, no," she said eventually, "I'd probably agree with you."

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Brooklyn C.

She hummed a little in slight amusement. "Consider me your personal bodyguard, kay? And I'll carry you around, all the time."

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She blinked up at her, "I can protect myself, somewhat anyway, seriously," she said, poking her in the side, "I don't need a body guard."

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Brooklyn C.

Brooke pouted in return, sticking her tongue out. "What if I want to be your bodyguard?"

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"Well, I won't exactly stop you from hanging around me so I can't stop you," she amended, "but-" she was cut off as the a loud bell went off, "oh, class," she breathed out, "what do you have next?"

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Brooklyn C.

"Uh... Mathematics, how bout you?" She crossed her fingers in her lap, secretly hoping they shared the same class.

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"Oh," she said with a frown. Damn it, now she actually had to go. "Me too," she said, forcing a smile on her face.

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Brooklyn C.

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Don't like math?"

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She grinned at her before slipping up, "does anyone like maths?" She asked.

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Brooklyn C.

"Okay, true true.... But I tolerate it. Most of the time."

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"Exactly," she said nodding, before looking behind her and to the disappearing students, "we should get going, though, or we'll be late."

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Brooklyn C.

"Right, right." She stood up, slipping the containers into the bag and glancing nodding her head towards the entrance to the main building. "Let's go then."

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She glanced to the bag before beginning to walk, "do you need any help carrying it?" She asked, running a hand through her hair.

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Brooklyn C.

She snickered and shook her head. "Nah, I'll live." She glanced at Alex and smiled, "But thank you for asking."

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She smiled back before she entered the building, heading to the classroom. The crowd has picked up and she struggled to push through. She winced when someone shoved past her, making her stumble, but shook it off before looking for Brooklyn.

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Brooklyn C.

She appeared behind Alex, grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowd, carelessly shoving people out of the way. When they arrived at the specified classroom, she opened the door for Alex and gestured for her to go in with a large smile.

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She shot her a small smile before slipping in, rubbing her shoulder. She wanted to think it was an accident but it probably wasn't. There wasn't many people in the classroom, so it was easy to find seats.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

There was nothing to think about when finding somewhere to sit. Alex sat somewhere, she sat next to Alex. It was a no-brainer.

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She headed straight to the back, where she could easily just hide behind the other rows of students and mess around.

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Brooklyn C.

"The back?" Brooke whispered. "You're so quiet I don't think Professor Wilson would notice you if you sat in the front... Oh, maybe you're a troublemaker. Niice."

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She smiled at the thought of being trouble maker, as if she found it funny. "I'll let you think that."

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Brooklyn C.

"Alright, troublemaker," she shot back, setting her bag on the floor.

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She pulled a chair back to sit down, "I think you'd be worse than me."

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Brooklyn C.

She stuck her tongue out in silent argument and crossed her arms over her chest. "Suuuure."

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"I so am, you're probably the teachers worst nightmare," she said teasing her with a slanted smirk.

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Brooklyn C.

"Yes, of course. I stick whoopee cushions under their chairs and speak up randomly. I am truly the worst," she sighed dramatically, hiding her giggles.

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"Don't do whoopeee cushions. Put a tack pin on the chair, much more effective," she informed her.

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Brooklyn C.

"And you say I'm the worst. Where do these ideas come from?"

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"Who knows," Alex said, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth, "I mean, I don't usually go through with it."

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Brooklyn C.

"Likewise," she hummed, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "What's your class after this?"

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"History," she said with a sigh, "my worst subject, too, actually...no, that's dragon riding. But History's a close second." She leant down to pull her books out, flipping to an empty page, before glancing at Brooklyn.

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Brooklyn C.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I could tutor you..." she whispered lightly, just as Professor Wilson walked in, ready to start class.

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~~You could tutor me in a lot of areas other than history~~. "By the end of the week we're going to have a list of everything you're tutoring me in," she breathed out, shifting in her seat so she could put her feet on the chair, leaning her shins against the table and used her legs as a table for the book. She was small, so the crowd of people in front of her usually helped her stay hidden.

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Brooklyn C.

The lesson for today was simply review, and Brooke was slightly grateful. She wasn't getting some of the formulas and it had been frustrating her beyond end. She hated it when things didn't click. She'd thought about asking Professor Wilson after class but since today was just a review, she could ask during. She looked over to Alex, slightly amused by her statement. "I wouldn't mind tutoring you in every subject. Except Dragon Riding. I don't do large scaly flying beasts."

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What the teacher was telling was extremely familiar to Alex so she didn't even bother listening, her pencil scribbling across the blank page as she began getting lost in thought before being drawn back out through Brooklyn, "at least you don't have to do it. I do. I hate it."

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Brooklyn C.

She blinked, "How'd you get picked for it then? And if you hate it that much couldn't you just ask to switch classes or something?"

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"I've tried, the other classes were all full," she said, "so they had to keep me in it. I mean, I have zero so it's not like it's unbearable. The dragons just don't like me."

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Brooklyn C.

"Ah, Zero loves dragons. When I told him there was Dragon Riding classes here, he was as excited as I think I've ever seen him..." she mused. "But that's good. Zero won't let you die. At least... I hope."

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"I hope not," she said with a frown, "Will probably would but I doubt Zero would."

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Brooklyn C.

She snickered, punching Alex's shoulder lightly enough not to hurt her, but hard enough so that she felt it. "I'm kidding. He's already taken a liking to you so I doubt he'd intentionally watch you fall off a dragon and not help."

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She couldn't stop herself from chuckling, "thank god," she breathed out, "last person I want to make a bad impression on is probably zero."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Amen to that, sister," she snickered quietly. Review sheets—more like packets—had been passed out and Brooke stood, ready to go ask her question.

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"Need help?" She asked, glancing up at Brooklyn as she leant forward slightly to gave at the sheets. Yup, she'd done this already.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Hm?" she glanced at Alex and shook her head. She didn't want to look stupid in front of her... Well, at least not as stupid as she was already forced to act. "Nah, just gotta ask Teach a question."

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She nodded before going back to the sketch, "ah, alright then," she said.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"You should probably work on those," she pointed out before walking up to the front. Once her question had been answered and she sat back down, she leaned over to glance at Alex's papers.

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They were all done, Alex's neat cursive filling the spaces, doing so with relative ease, and Alex had shoved the sketchpad into her bag, frustrated of the hole she was digging herself. Already drawing the girl.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Done already? What, do you do this in your sleep?" she mumbled, astonished.

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She grinned, "my attendance might be nonexistent but I did tell you I keep on top of my grades," she replied, "I did this topic weeks ago."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Why are you even here? You could've graduated like a year ago."

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"And miss out on meeting you? Nah, I don't think so. Plus, it's Maths. It's pretty universal," she shrugged. Her brother's old textbook actually covered most of this and he had covered it in notes so Alex was able to catch on pretty quickly.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

Her cheeks warmed and a smile crept unto her face. "Very universal," she mumbled, looking towards her own work.

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She pushed it to the side, "you can look at it if you want, I wrote out the explanation too," she suggested.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"No, it's fine. I'd be cheating myself if I looked."

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"Suit yourself," she said with a shrug but left it there anyway.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

For some good fifteen minutes she worked on problems until she was on the last page, reading over the questions she was supposed to answer. She sneaked glances at Alex every once in awhile, to refresh her mind from stress. The sight of the other girl beside her was refreshing.

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She had pulled out the sketchpad again, going to a new page, waiting for the minutes to tick by. She could feel the glances on her skin like a burning rod of iron being pressed against her skin but she forced herself not to look up to meet her gaze.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She finally finished and stretched, which was difficult because she had long limbs. She contained her yawn placed her head down on the table.

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She gazed at Brooklyn, memorising the image, before beginning to transfer it onto the page. "If you fall asleep on me, I'll draw a d-a moustache on you," she said. "Permanent marker, too."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"I'm lying on my desk though, not sleeping," she hummed, with a humorous tone. "Do you carry a permanent marker with you, all the time?"

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She leant in the bag to pull one out, "I carry a lot of utensils with me. I can give you a painting knife right now if you want one, don't know what you'd do with it," she said before shrugging.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"A... painting knife? Those exist?"

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"Mhm, you spread the paint onto the canvas with it," she said, "also helps getting the lid open on the can."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"...Please teach me how to paint so I can paint the most beautiful thing in this world." Did she really just say that? Someone, stop her, please.

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~~Self portraits are very difficult. Good luck~~. "Maybe baby," she said, glancing down to the sketch. And she got the ears wrong. Good work. "But it doesn't come easily."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Really? Would you be willing to sit still for like five hours straight because I most likely suck at art?"

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She looked at her in confusion, "what?" She asked, "why would I...oh," she broke off, beginning to turn red, opening and closing her mouth before deciding to just shut her mouth, looking away.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She tilted her head, watching the other, somewhat confused. Was it something she said...?

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"When does the bell go again?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She glanced at the clock and shrugged. "It won't ring for another twenty minutes."

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She looked at the clock, "right," she said, her hand beginning to move faster across the page, "if you really want, though, I could tell you the time Dakota's art classes start. I'm sure she'll teach you."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Ew, Dakota? No. I can't stand that woman. Having her teach me painting? I'd more likely jump off a cliff."

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She grinned at this, 'don't be so dramatic," she said, laughing quietly.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She scrunched up her face, "It's hard, especially when people like her exist in such a peaceful world."

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"Surely this place can't be that peaceful," she said through laughter, "it's way too...clean for that."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She shrugged, thinking, *True*. "Well, nothing giant like a war or something has happened for the past two centuries so..."

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"Guess that's true," she said, finishing the sketch and tilted her head to assess it. Meh. "Having no war is always a good thing."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Earth can barely go like half a century without some type of conflict...? Literally, one battle after another after another, it's so repetitive and stupid."

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"It's just pride," she said, "always been their downfall."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Obviously, or Earth would be like this," she pointed out, nodding her head toward the window. The futuristic utopia of Central City seemed to glitter around the campus of IIYM.

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"I don't know," she said looking out, "it's like a rose, it looks pretty, smells great, but...you get cut on the thorns. Undermined by something below it."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Theoretically. But this rose doesn't have many thorns. Then again, the few thorns it does have are the largest and the pointy-est."

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She nodded, "exactly," she said, "though...I haven't really tried to assess what the points are."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She just shrugged again and stretched, silently yawning.

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"Tired?" She asked Brooklyn, watching her with flickering eyes.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Yeah..." she drawled, rubbing her eyes. The nightmares had been much more persistent last night. She practically woke up every hour.

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She frowned at this, "don't sleep well?" She asked, her pencil tapping against the book.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Last night, no, not particularly..."

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"Wasn't cause of me, was it?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Of course not," she said with a shake of her head. "You're the reason I'm not currently sleeping the middle of Mathematics."

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"I'd say you should sleep but...fifteen minutes isn't really enough, is it?" She asked, with a sympathetic smile.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Yeaahhh," she huffed. "When school ends first thing I do is fall on the couch and sleep for a hundred years."

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She could imagine it. "I won't wake you up, I swear, actually I might. If I get hungry."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

Her shoulders shook as she tried to contain her laughter. "I'll set an alarm, so I'll make sure to cook something so no one starves. Reminds me, make sure Zero eats every week because if he doesn't I will rise from my nap and throw him off a cliff. Make sure Will doesn't eat anything moldy or anything that goes bad because he's going to poison himself with his no sense of taste. Last thing, watch Jude. I don't trust the way he looks at Zero."

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She narrowed her eyes at the rant, "gotcha, gotcha, gotcha," she said nodding, "why? Afraid having someone be in love with Zero?" She paused before looking at Brooklyn, "are you jealous?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

*No, I'm afraid that person is going to arrest him.* "Of course not," she snorted. "I'm just watching out for him. He may be intelligent on an information level, but when it comes to romance or just love in general he's oblivious. I don't want him to be used."

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"Is Jude the type to use someone?" She asked, "didn't seem like the type...seemed to really like Zero."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

*Maybe.* "You never know a person's true nature unless they reveal to you," she pointed out. "I'm just watching him when Zero can't."

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"Remind me to never get on your bad side," she said narrowing her eyes.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She laughed, "You'll never be on my bad side."

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She raised an eyebrow, "oh really? What if I screw over Zero big time?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Okay... that may take you down a few numbers on the favorite list... Okay, that will take you a lot of numbers down on the favorite list... but I won't *hate* you. Just mutually dislike you."

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She raised an eyebrow, "are you insinuating I'm already high up on that list?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Maybe..." she hummed, looking away.

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She grinned to herself, "good to know."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She pouted, turning around and sticking her tongue out at Alex.

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She winked back. "I've been told, though, I have no bone for control and I try to not...hurt people. So I dont't think I'll ever put a hand against Zero."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"You better not," she murmured. "This is a hard choice... do you protect the son or do you protect the wife?" she whispered to herself, tapping her chin.

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"We're getting married?" She asked with a slow blink, "we're married?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"One, you weren't supposed to hear that. Two, in an alternate universe. We're most likely married, yes."

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"Good thing both France and America have same sex marriage."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"True," she chimed. "But would you... like... want to get married? Some day?" *To me.*

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She paused, "sure, maybe, one day," she said, "I never really thought about it. Didn't really think I'd get past twenty, twenty five if I'm lucky. So...marriage was never really entered my mind," she confessed, "but, I guess I would. If I was in love with the person."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"I've always had marriage in mind. Also the idea of a family. My other friends tend to joke about my advanced 'motherly instinct' but I'm starting to think they weren't wrong."

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She Looked at Brooklyn before shaking her head, "they were definitely not wrong, trust me."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She pouted and scrunched up her face again, sticking her tongue out childishly. "Hush, I just care a lot about people, okay?"

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She snorted, "again, no kidding," she said, "like a band of misfits, if you ask me."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Well, these 'band of misfits' are very important people in my life. And you're in it. No escape."

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She eyed her before her eyes dropped down for a second to her lips but averted her gaze after a second, "nice to know I have a choice," she said, but she didn't really mind. Liked it, if she was being honest. Rather be included than...not. Plus, she didn't mind cause...it was Brooklyn.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She pouted again because she couldn't tell if Alex was being sarcastic and poked her shoulder playfully.

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She swatted at Brooklyn's hand, shooting her a playful grin, "I'm teasing you, dumbass."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She puffed her cheeks out but softly giggled afterward. "Good, #1 is on my side."

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"You must have a very small list if I could rise up through the ranks so quickly," she pointed out, "would have thought Will would be, undefeated, number one."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She snorted, containing laughter. "Will...? Number one...? You must be kidding. If anything, Zero would've been number one before you. But you exist so he's number two."

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"Aren't I lucky," she replied with a grin tugging onto her face, flipping the sketchbook shut, "seriously though, I did point out I could be a psychopath and you wouldn't know."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"True, true, but *I* could be a psychopath and *you* wouldn't know. The mystery makes it more fun."

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"That's true," she said slowly, "well, guess if I ever end up in a ditch, you can tell me 'I told you so'"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

She giggled, "Same for you."

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"I don't think I have the physical capability to kill you," she pointed out.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"You could if I let you," she pointed out. "But then I'd entrust you with the responsibility of watching Zero and Will and making sure they don't blow up Penthouse One with their incompatibility."

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She raised an eyebrow, "a fair argument to stop me from killing you," she noted, "and I don't think you'd let me. I hope not."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Hm, we just gotta get to the supposed scenario first."

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"It's never going to happen," she mumbled, "I won't kill you. Whatever the scenario."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Awww, Alex," she cooed. The bell rang just then and Professor Wilson dismissed the class after reminding them that there was a test next Wednesday.

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She shoved the book into her bag, "good thing we won't be here," she muttered, "what'd you have next?"

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Biology," she stated, standing up and shoving her stuff inside her bag. "What do you have next?"

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*Great. Nap time.* She stood up, stretching, "history."

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

"Aw, that sucks. Well, I'll see you after."

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She smiled over at her as she wandered out of the classroom, "after it is."

me, myself, and I

## Random Ass Timeskip

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It was about an hour after class and she was in her bedroom, flicking through a comic with dull interest.

me, myself, and I

Brooklyn C.

Brooke had just come back from the end of Study Hall, having stayed in library for extra time because she was looking for research materials. She opened the door to their shared bedroom, carrying an abundance of books on the Great War.

OOC: Whaaaat, they left for different classes. Did you want to rp the different classes
OOC: Maybe lmao