You know I usually don't get into drama, but when I do, I know it's gonna be either bad, worse, or ugly. A few minutes back, Brook had left to go sit with Paris and his posse. I had seen her run out but didn't think anything of it, a bad decision really, because now she's walked in with Reagan Wilson and wearing his hoodie. I pointed it out to everyone else and they gave her thumbs-up. She'd had eyes for Reagan for years now... good for her. They made it halfway down the center of the cafeteria before they broke off. Brook returned to our table with a smile on her face, which didn't last very long.
   "OMG, I just got with one of the guys of my dreams in like 6 minutes. All because some douchebag wanted to blackmail me. Can you believe that?" Brook huffed incredulously.
    "Wait what? Please elaborate." I asked politely.
    "Well, when Paris touched the butt the first time, his girlfriend wasn't watching, but then Mal slapped him,, catching her attention. BTW nice one girl. But he touched the butt again and I kicked his chair out from under him. Then after that happened I called him an a**hole. Then afterward his girlfriend dumped him and-" Brook then proceeded to explain the entire story, without skipping a detail. "But how do you have a boyfriend, how do you take care of one? Do just feed it and then leave it in a corner? Like how do I do this, Jack? Randy?" Brook asked as if we could help, but honestly, I didn't know either.
    "Maybe try watching some Netflix romances? I hear those give you some good insight." I suggested, not really knowing anything about Netflix or it's romance movies.
     "Oh yeah! I've seen plenty of those! Maybe I can just rewatch a couple and get some ideas." Brook bubbled. Glad she can get something out of what I said, my next suggestion was going to be to go take a class, but I don't think they have those for people like her. She's a little on the crazy side if you catch my drift, not in a bad way, just not many people know how to handle Brook when she gets too hyper. Plus what if he doesn't know how to comfort her when she's sad? What if he treats her wrong and it ruins her outlook on all guys forever? I slowed down my train of thought and sighed... I've become the Dad-friend.