Brooklyn's POV.

What the hell was that?! You buy a guy some pizza to make him feel better and all of a sudden he's hanging all over you? Well shit what happens when you actually try and make a move on the guy?!

I sighed and plopped down on the edge of my bed. This has got to be the most weirdest situations I've ever found myself in. Seriously this shit is starting to turn into one of Amber's stupid fan-fictions or some shit like that. No way in hell am I letting that happen.

"Let what happen?" A deep voice asked from my door.

I picked my head up out of my hands to see Dylan smiling back at me. I shook my head and patted the spot next to me. He gladly sat down while I scooted back to give him some more room.

"So what's up Funny?" I asked him.

He smiled and gave a light laugh, "You don't have to call me that if you don't want to."

"No I know, I just wanted to."

"Fine by me; so what's been going on in that little mind of yours?"

I just let my shoulders rise and fall, he cocked an eyebrow at me and gave me this knowing look.

"Alright, alright!" I said holding my hands up. Damn usually people just lead it at that and let me be. Clearly Dylan's been talking with Jorel about my moods.

Sighing I pulled a pillow over my stomach and fell in to the depths of my emotions.

"Well stuff has been going on with George lately and I kind of agreed to go on a date with him on Friday night, and if you want me to be fully honest I'm freaking the fuck out Dyl!!" I cried and ended up throwing the pillow up in the air.

Heh, leave it to me for the minor theatrics.

He stared back at me stifling a laugh, I shoved his shoulder with both of my hands. "Jerk." I mumbled and jumped off my bed to grab the pillow.

He winked at me and lightly shoved me back. "You really don't have anything to be nervous about, George is a pretty relaxed guy about things. Just keep being who you are and things will be okay." He stated nonchalantly.

I nodded my head slowly, "Okay. If you say so..." Dylan sighed and laid his head in my lap with the pillow stuffed under him.

He reached his hand up to play with one of the stray strands of hair that had fallen free from my head scarf.

"What else is bothering you?" He asked quietly.

I debated whether or not I should tell Dylan what I was thinking about Jordon earlier. I mean they're all best friends and I can't just go around expressing my feelings about subtle gestures that could more than likely mean nothing at all.

"What's on your mind little one?" He twirled my hair around his finger absentmindedly.

I laughed at this and sighed heavily. "Well it's just that I think Jordon is feeling some type of way about me now that him an-"

I quickly shut my mouth remembering how I was the only one who probably still knew about Randi announcing that she wants a divorce.
Dylan sighed and sat up, "What? That Ran's a no good bitch and that Jordon deserves better than her? Yeah I've sort of known that for a while now..."

His words trailed off towards the end. Watching Dylan talk about his best friend's ending marriage made my heart break just a bit.

The pain that Dylan seemed to feel for Jordon was clearly displayed on his face for me, the world, and God and everybody else to see. Watching Dylan's pain being clearly expressed on his face was like watching The Titanic for the first time.

"Look," he started and shook his head. By the time he looked back at me all signs of his previous emotions were wiped clean from his face.

"I know how Jordon is okay? It's probably nothing to worry about. Whenever he goes through something close to this he tends to latch on to anyone who shows him sympathy and take time to make him feel better. Just give it a few days and he'll be back to normal." He smiled again and patted my knee before getting up and heading for the door.

"I hope he takes her filthy heart and throws her away someday." I sang softly right as Dylan turned down the hall.

As he walked away I heard him chuckle, "Nice!" He called from his room. I smiled and closed my bedroom door then crawled back under the covers.

When I was finally settled and had found a comfortable position I curled up with my Stitch plush toy and plugged in my headphones. Oddly enough when I pressed shuffle, the first song that came blasting through my headphones was Bring Me To Life by Evanescence. I laughed softly and buried deeper under my blanket, letting myself be lulled to sleep by Amy Lee's voice.

Around three in the morning I woke to the sound of a little voice calling my name. At first I thought that I was completely buggin but when I switched on my bed side lamp I saw Ava holding her hand over her eyes to block out the sudden light.

"Ava what are you doing up?" I asked and sat up.

Actually come to think of it...why was she still even here? Didn't George have a house of his own? My inner questions were halted by her climbing up in my bed and laying down beside me. My gaze stayed on the small child as I reached for my phone and quickly pressed 2 for George's number.

After three rings he answered; a bit bitchy too if I may be so bold to add.

"Brooklyn its three in the morning what do you want?" He asked sharply.

It took every bit of strength I had not to say 'Fuck you ass face' and hang up. Instead I took a calming breath and smoothed down the head scarf that I had used to wrap Ava's hair with.

"I was just wondering if you're still at my brother's." On the other end of the phone I heard the sound of blankets being thrown back and the creak of an old mattress.

"Yeah why? You wanna talk?" He asked, personally to me he sounded a bit more chipper now. I sighed and shook my head at him even though he couldn't see me.

"No uhm it's just that Ava's laying here in my bed now and I got worried for a bit, that's all." I could practically picture his body slumping forward in defeat almost.

The line stayed silent for a while before my ears were filled with his sleepy laughter.

"Hey I'm sorry about her, she probably just had a nightmare or something and you were probably closer to her." He said groggily followed by another creak of the mattress.

I could tell that he was trying to get comfortable again by the way that I kept hearing that damned creaking and the blankets being thrown every which way.

"You want me to come get her? I'm right next door to you in the guest room."

I smiled softly, "No that's okay. I don't mind having her here. Get some rest okay? Sorry I woke you." I apologized and laid back down.

"It's fine." He said with one final toss of his blankets. "Thanks for being concerned about her though."

"Heh any decent person in their right mind would be for any child."

Wow, way to go Brooke. The poor guy was trying to compliment you about your good hearted nature and you just generalized it. Albert Einstein you are not.

"Good night George." I said before clicking the red button and placing my phone back on its charger.

I leaned down and kissed Ava's forehead softly before falling back to sleep.

Right as my eyes slid shut I heard Ava whisper, "Good night sleep tight don't let the dead bite." A slow smile spread across my face as I drifted into a long deep sleep.

This kid is too adorable for her own good.