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*Two Months Later*

The strangest thing about the subconscious is that sometimes you dream of things that are going to happen in the near future, hence the feeling of déjà vu.

Funny little things our minds. But what's even more funny is that for me it happens so often that I just stopped calling it déjà vu and began to think my mind is always trying to warn me of possible events that could cause a huge emotional toll on me.

So I guess that's how I've now found myself trying to avoid George at all costs right now. See last night I had this dream that Jorel had invited me to go on tour with them and about halfway through the tour George asked me out on a date.

Seems like a normal dream right?

Well hate to burst your bubble but I care not to have that type of interaction with him nor anyone else. It's not that I've got a problem with George or anything I just don't take too kindly to any type of affection from anyone other than Jorel.

It's always been that way ever since my parents decided to put me in the state's care back when I was six years old. So needless to say I don't believe in the concept of "love" or anything related to that four letter word. 

"Brooklyn?"

I turned around to see none other than George himself staring back at me with those bright blue eyes. I shook my head and leaned up on the door frame. Why does he have to have such amazing eyes?

Well fuck my life...

"Yeah George?" He glanced down at the ground for a moment then looked back up at me.

"Uh it just seems as though you've been avoiding me lately."  He shrugged and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

My eyes ended up tracing the outline of his well defined biceps. Damn he must work out a lot, I mean you don't just get muscles like that over night.

Gah! No don't think like that! He's your brother's best friend and totally off limits to you, and your most definitely way too young for him. 

I shook my head, trying to mentally clear my head of those thoughts. I averted my gaze from him to focus on my Vans and pretended to be interested in them so I wouldn't be distracted by his eyes or amazing biceps.

"Nah I've just been busy with other things you know." I saw him shift his weight from one foot to the other. Damn even his shoes were like spotless and looked perfect.
Ugh I am completely pathetic.

"Oh well then do you have any free time now? There's someone I want you to meet." He said nervously.

I brought my eyes back up to meet his gaze. I wondered for a moment who it was that he'd want me to meet, but after a moment longer I gave in and agreed.

The smile that he gave me made my heart flutter and kick into over drive. Yeah I'm completely fangirling right now. Can't deny it.

"Alright so get your jacket and I'll tell Jorel that I'm taking you to my place." I smiled and watched him jog up the stairs to my brother's room.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a high pitched, "Aaww!" sound from behind me.

I turned to find the culprit smiling brightly at me with well manicured nails covering her mouth. Vanessa walked over to me and pulled me in for an awkward hug.

Well it wasn't really awkward like stiff movements, it was just awkward for me because when she wears high heels so my head only comes up to her chest area. So basically I get a face full of her boobs when she hugs me.

"Uhm V? Any particular reason why you're hugging me and saying Aw?" She pulled back and gave me this look that told me that I should already know why. Hey call me slow but the last time I dyed my hair the bleach really did a number on me.

"George is taking you to meet his daughter!" I stared back at her completely stunned.

"George has a kid?" I asked in disbelief.

Vanessa shook her head and tsk'ed. I raised one eyebrow and tilted my head towards the side. Honestly why does she think that I should know every single detail of my brother's friend's lives. Hell I'm still trying to fully get to know my brother! She sighed and glanced up the stairs to see if George was coming back down.

"Brooke I've seen the way he looks at you and you look at him, it's obvious!"

"Yeah oka-" I paused and thought about what she'd said... "Wait how do I look at him?" I cried and crossed my arms over my chest. There is no way in hell that I look at George Ragan any different than anyone else in this household or any other households!

Again Vanessa gave me this look that said 'Really?' I threw my hands up and moved past her to the living room.

She gave me a wicked smile, "Oh come on!"

"No! I don't look at him in any way whatsoever! No, not possible." I said and plopped down on the couch. V took a seat next to me.

"You know you like him, and he likes you as wel-"

"What are we in fourth grade?"

"No but it's true. He does have feelings for you, which is why he's taking you to meet Ava."

I sighed and shook my head, "V I was bound to meet his kid any day now. For Christ sake I'm Jorel's sister!"

Right then George and Jorel walked in play punching each other. Jorel gave me a wink and pushed George forward.

I can't believe this! My own brother who not too long ago told all of them that I was off limits to each and every one of them, is now making me go to George's house to meet his daughter!! Un-fucking-believable.

"You ready?" George asked a bit too happily for my taste. I nodded once and followed him out to his car.

By the time we had pulled up to his house we had already listened to my 2000s hip hop playlist twice and I was ready to get out of that damned car.

For the first twenty minutes we had talked, rather awkwardly, about what's been happening lately for the band. I didn't mind that part of the conversation too much, but by the time he started asking me about my life I'd shut him down with some good old school hip hop.

"You sure you don't mind meeting her?" George asked for the third time.

I shook my head and trailed behind him up to his house. Honestly I didn't mind the fact that he wanted me to meet his daughter in general, but it was the significance of this that had me on edge.

I mean think about it if you had wanted to ask someone out and had a highly impressionable young child, wouldn't you want to bring the significant other around to meet said child before even asking the person out? You know to see how your child does with the person? So now you see my predicament.

I sighed and took a deep calming breath before following George into his house. As soon as we stepped through the door a small girl came bouncing up to George. I had to admit that she was the most cutest little kid I've ever seen.

She had light blonde hair that curled naturally, she has the same blue eyes as George, and she wore a nice pink dress paired with black flats that has the Michael Kors logo on them.

Yeah George totally doesn't spoil his kid now does he?

A smile broke across my face when I saw him bend down to pick up the little girl and hug her tightly. She looked just like him. They both sported bright smiles as they looked at each other. This had to be the most beautiful thing I have witnessed in the last two months I've been with my brother; well besides seeing all the pictures of my brother and Vanessa of course.

George turned to me and smiled, "Brooklyn this my daughter Ava."

I smiled at her and gave a small wave. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and hid from me for a good five minutes. But after a while of George telling her that I was Uncle Jorel's sister, she moved her face so that I could see her smile back at me. 

I was  honestly surprised when I heard her speak so clearly. "You have a pretty name." She said softly. "It's different, I like different."

I couldn't help but smile back at the small child, she was far too adorable. "Thank you Ava, you have a beautiful name as well."

This earned me a smile and a giggle. George sat her down and she ran down the hallway leaving me and George to stand alone in the front entryway.

"You uh want anything to drink?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck. I smiled and followed him to the kitchen.

"She's adorable, looks just like you." I said taking the bottle of water from him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

And again a heavy silence fell over us. It wasn't awkward or anything it was just a prolonged period of silence that felt like it was never ending.

I glanced around the small kitchen and saw that he had taped some of her drawings on the fridge, and even a few pictures of her with my brother and the rest of the guys.

"This is what a family is supposed to be like." I whispered to no one in particular.

A slow smile crept along my face as I took in all the little details of George's kitchen.

There were dishes in the sink, bills piled in a basket by a landline, a small blue coat hung on the back of a chair, and a row of shoes by the back door. This was what my childhood memories should've consisted of.

"This is your family." George whispered making me look back at him.

He was standing in front of the fridge holding a picture in his hand. I walked up beside him and leaned on the fridge, he gave me a small smile and handed me the picture.

In the photo my brother smiled back at me surrounded by George and the rest of the guys. They all wore cheap Fourth Of July holiday hats and glasses, each of them had a beer in their hands.

My chest tightened as I realized that George was right. Yes I didn't have my parents anymore, but that doesn't matter because I now have my brother and his best friends to fill my parent's places as my family.

I guess that old saying of "family isn't just by blood, it's whomever you feel you can trust." comes into play right about now.

"Look Brooklyn I wasn't going to say anything before but I can tell that you miss the life that you could've had if your parents hadn't given up on you, but you've gotta realize that we're all here for you and we aren't going anywhere. You're a part of this little Misfit family as much as Vanessa is, or Reese." He glanced down at me for a second then turned his attention to the rest of the pictures. "I just hope that you come to understand all of this Brooklyn because Jorel doesn't want to loose you again."

I put the picture back in its place before walking out of the kitchen and out to the backyard. George's heavy footsteps sounded on the tile floor as he followed me outside, the door quietly clicked shut.

All these years I've wanted nothing more than to have a place to call my own and now here it was. Just lying before me with a brother welcoming me with open arms along with his girlfriend and best friends. They might not ever give me those years back that I'd lost but at least now I could start something new and move forward in my life. I sighed and sank down in one of the lawn chairs next to George. The sun was falling over the horizon with shades of pink, red, and orange coloring the sky.

"Daddy!!" Ava cried as she ran out of the house. He smiled and held his arms open for her to climb up in his lap.

She snuggled close to his chest and lazily traced the outlines of his tattoos while he wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. I smiled at them and let myself relax.

Maybe  Vanessa was wrong about why George had wanted to bring me here, I thought and pulled my knees to my chest.

Then again I could be wrong. Wouldn't be the first time I had expected something to happen but instead the outcome was completely different from what I had imagined.

Take for example two weeks ago when Randi had caught Jordon grabbing another girl's ass I had expected her to yell at him for doing that, but instead she just shrugged it off and carried on her way like if she hadn't seen it. Personally if I was her I'd punch Jordon in the face then divorce him.

Bottom line is that you should never expect anything to be the way you think it should be.

"Aunt Brooklyn?" Ava asked sleepily.

I smiled at my newfound title and turned my attention to the small child that was still wrapped up in her dad's strong, protective hold. "What's up sweetie?"

She rubbed her eyes then yawned, "Are you going to go on a date with Daddy?"

At first I was too taken aback by her question to answer. I was about to say 'no'  but when I saw the hope in her eyes I found myself saying, "I would love to go on a date with your Dad," I gave her a smile then looked up at George. "He's just gotta be a man and ask me already." I finished with a wink.

Ava turned in her Dad's arms and glared at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Ava holding up her hand.

Oh this kid is most definitely a diva.

"You better take Aunt Brooklyn on a date or else!" She said and got down off his lap and marched over to me and took my hand in both of her hands. I let her pull me inside to leave George in a "time out".

"Come on Aunt Brooklyn it's time for a story!" She cried and pulled me towards her room.

A half hour passed by and soon she was fast asleep curled up by my side. George crept into the room and helped me up out of Ava's bed. Before I left her room I made sure that she was tucked in properly and had at least two stuffed animals by her side and switched off the lights. 

"I'm sorry about that." George said.

I just shrugged and hopped up on the counter. "It's fine I enjoy little kids, their imaginations are so creative and fun to participate in the activities they come up with."

"Yeah well today she was extremely creative with her imagination." He said around a laugh.

Part of me wondered if he had talked to her about asking me on a date or not. I eventually dismissed the thought.

"So what do you think?" He asked softly.

For the longest time I had thought that he'd meant Ava so I said, "Well I think she's great. She's got your eyes and she has an air about her that I can't help but want to love-"

He laughed and shook his head, "I love the fact that you adore my daughter but I was actually wondering what you thought about actually going on a date with me...maybe this Friday?"

At first I was just going to say 'yes' for Ava's sake but then I got pretty damn curious as to why he'd even wanna go on a date with me in the first place. This has after all been the first time I've seen him since I was six years old. So why all of a sudden does he want to date me?

"Why?" I asked and partially dreaded his answer.

I sure as hell hope that he's got a hell of a damn good reason why. He took a swig from his beer and furrowed his brow before answering me.

"Well," he began. "You may not believe in the concept of love at first sight, but I do." He paused to look over at me then continued. "When I first saw you two months ago you were in that hospital bed and screaming for Jorel, but he sent me back to get you and when I picked you up something kind of just clicked inside of me. You held onto me like as if your life depended on it and told me not to let you go...ever since that day I've sort of been slowly falling in love with you and I would really like it if you would let me take you on a date."

He was right. I don't believe in the idea of "love at first sight". To me it's all a load of bull shit and not reasonable. I sighed and ran my hands over my face.

And here's the part where I get that déjà vu feeling. See I haven't just dreamed of George asking me out just once, it's happened quite a bit more than I would've liked.

When I brought my eyes back up to George's he was looking right back at me, hope gleaming in his eyes. Damn. It was like looking into Ava's eyes. Sighing I let my head roll back to rest on the fridge, George shifted his weight so that he too was leaning on the fridge.

I tossed the idea back and forth for a while contemplating if it even was a good idea.

The Pros to the situation is that Jorel already knows George and I wouldn't have to deal with him trying to act all macho, and the other Pro is that Ava would probably benefit from this.

But the Cons weigh in pretty heavy as well. If things end badly then there's always the possibility of me having to move out of Jorel's so I won't have to see George anymore and the other Con is that Jorel could more than likely beat the shit out of George if our relationship did end bad. Why does it have to be me?! God fucking damn-ugh!!!

"Brooke?"

I turned my head and saw that he looked somewhat worried. Maybe I was taking too long to answer, I mean I did tell Ava earlier that I would go on a date with him..he just had to ask. Well here goes nothin.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed off the fridge, "Yes I'll go on a date with you."

He smiled down at me and pulled me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I had to admit that it felt nice to be held like this.

The way my body seemed to fit so perfectly with his and the way that I felt like I was safe in his arms made my heart flutter.

He brought one of his hands up under my chin and tilted my face up so that I could see him. He leaned down and gently kisses my lips causing a swarm of butterflies to attack my stomach. My cheeks flared up with a raging heat.

Even though I have always pushed the idea of relationships out of my mind I had to admit that the idea of a relationship with George didn't sound too bad.

I leaned up on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He responded by picking me up by the waist and setting me down on the counter.

"Daddy!!!" Ava cried from her room, and both me and George jumped apart from each other. His face flushed red as he sprinted out of the kitchen to tend to his daughter.

Well, that happened.