McDonaldsNamara You requested a part 2, hope this suffices.

Chloe's POV

Brooke merely returned my stare, though her expression was bordering on scared. I'm not that scary, right? God, please don't tell me I'm turning into Chandler. Now, she, Chandler was a b**ch. I know! I don't believe what I'm saying either, but when it comes to Brooke, or any of these new friends I've gained, I would take Chandler on in a popularity competition. At least with Brooke, I don't have to worry about Madeline, the b**ch actually thinks she's French, my a*s. But enough about my opinions on other girls. Brooke giggled slightly, and turned pink, her golden locks falling into her face. "I guess you know now," she said, nervously.

"I do," I answered, narrowing my eyes. "And when exactly were you planning on telling me this? We're best friends, Brooks, don't you think I have a right to know?" Brooke only turned redder at the nickname.

"I know," Brooke murmured, "but I didn't exactly know how to bring it up, seeing how most of our conversations never end up going in that direction." I blinked. Brooke was looking at me, I found myself looking her up and down, taking in her b- attractiveness. God, what the f**k was wrong with me? "Chlo?" I shook my head to clear it.

"I'm fine," I muttered. "Do you think Jenna has any idea what this is?"

"Um, excuse me?" I ignored Brooke's statement.

"This feeling. It's strange," I shook my head again. "It's protectiveness, that's definitely it! I feel protective over Brooke, and that's why I feel this way!" Brooke rolled her eyes. Cute?

"Is Jenna your go-to whenever you're lost on  something relationship related?" Brooke sounded annoyed. "I'm standing right here." I glanced at her and felt my face heat up.

"I'm sorry, Brooks, but I don't think you would be able to help me with this," again with the nickname. Brooke gazed at me. "Okay fine, it's just that I've had a strange feeling around fellow girls." Brooke's eyes widened and she blushed.

"A-any specific ones?" She asked without even telling me anything. I looked at her, and felt the dull flutter of my heart.

"I- er... maybe? Not really sure," I stammered. Brooke's head shot up.

"Did Chloe Valentine just stutter?" She teased. I felt myself flush with embarrassment. "Are there flying pigs?" She said walking off to the nearest window. "Huh, none. Guess it's true."

"Brooke, people can stutter, why are you acting like it's a once in a lifetime thing?" She gave me a cute little smile.

"Because you've never stuttered before, just like I've never told anyone I'm also attracted to girls, well one girl in particular." Brooke blushed, clearly breaking whatever teasing she was doing and looked away from me. "Uh I mean- I'm in love with musicals! Yep! Like 'em a lot!"

"How does that turn into that? Did... did... you just come out to me? In f**king school?" I asked. "Just like that one time that one kid, Evan I believe, said on his Twitter that he found Chris Pine or whoever it was attractive?" Brooke remained silent.

"But yes, if you wondering, my crush is a girl. She has soft brown hair, and eyes that could cut through you." I blinked, that could be anyone in this f**king school. Not that I wanted to know who Brooke was into, and of course I felt mad that she hadn't told me who they were.

"Is it Zoe?"

"Chloe, Zoe has gingery brown hair, not brown, I don't even know her that well, I just know she's auditioning. I know the girl personally," she was twirling a finger in her hair,"and she's much more.... popular than Zoe? Yeah."

"Is it Christine?"

"Christine has black hair. Why are you trying so hard to figure out who she is? You should know her..." I blushed at the statement.

"I'm just- curious. And I want to find out before Jenna does and blabs about it. She would warp the story. And it's your crush, I want to hear about her from you." Brooke blinked and walked over, her eyes up and looking at me. She wrapped her arms around my waist in a burst of confidence. I felt myself blush.

"All you need to know... is that she's beautiful and as oblivious as f**k..." Brooke's face was so close to mine, it almost made me think she was gonna kiss me. She didn't, bringing her hands off of my waist and linking my hands with hers. "If you wait enough and become more observant, you'll find out who she is with time. Now, I leave you with this." She took one of my hands and kissed it. "Channeling Mr. Alexander Hamilton~!" She sang and scurried off.

I gingerly touched the warm patch on my hand where my friend's lips had been seconds before.

Sh*t.

I think this is worse than the original, but whatever.