Brooklyn

The Virgin Suicides

"What're you doing here?" "You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."

"Obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen year old girl."

I had watched this movie only once before. But it was when I was fourteen and probably too young to understand.

Blake called me a loner because I would rather stay home and watch movies all day instead of going some other places on the weekend.

"You can at least invite a friend over," he sighed, sounding more and more like my Mom everyday.

Was I really that bad to the point where people started to worry about me? Was there some sort of lonely aura surrounding me? It's weird because I never thought I was lonely before, I thought that I was normal. Maybe all of those years in my own personal isolation grew on me.

"Why do you guys think I need friends?" I asked him.

"Because. Don't want you to start talking to yourself." He winked, and I gave him a weird look.

"Intelligent people talk to themselves."

"And you wanna know where they end up? The nut house." I sighed in defeat, turning back to finish the movie.

"I have people that I can talk to."

"You don't even use your cell phone. Girls your age are married to theirs. On some til death do us part type shit."

"I don't need my phone. I see everyone at school." For some reason, this made him laugh really hard.

"Just stop talking, Brooklyn, please." He laughed, placing his hand over my face.

"What did I say?" I laughed, pushing his hand away.

"Nothing, you're just really weird." I shook my head at him with a smile, and we both watched the rest of the movie in peace.

A little after it was over, there was a ring at the doorbell, and Blake said that he would get it, so I cleaned up the mess we made and then cut off the tv. "Um, Brooklyn," Blake said, forcing me to look up. "David's here." My eyes widened at the mention of his name, and I stared up at Blake, hoping he was joking.

His presence was followed by David's, and so it really wasn't a joke. "Hey," he said softly, and I watched as Blake shook his head at both of us.

"I'm gonna run to the store, Brook, you need something?" He asked, giving David a look that I didn't quite catch.

"What?" I asked him. "No!"

"No... You don't need anything?" He asked, partly amused.

"No. Wait. I mean, what? Why? Wh-why do you have to leave?" I stuttered, following him all the way to the door.

"Brooklyn!" He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. "You are not going to die."

"It sure feels like it," I whispered to him, trying to hide from David. I could feel my heart do flips in my chest just because I knew he was there. It was nerve wrecking and quite painful actually.

"You'll be fine," he smiled at me reassuringly, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady my shaking body. "I'll be back. Just talk to him." He said that last part super low, and I blinked as he walked out of the front door.

As I looked longingly at the front door, I felt David walking up behind me, and I turned to face him. "Hi, David."

"Hey." He sighed. "Look I just wanted to apologize about the other day. I know that probably was awkward with Kathryn and my brother and everything."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, staring at the floor.

"You didn't have to lie to her," he stated.

"Yeah, I know. I just... It was already weird being in your room, and I didn't wanna cause any problems between you guys." He smiled sadly at me, and I walked past him back into the living room.

"Brooklyn," he said to me softly. I sighed heavily, not wanting to look at him. It was crazy how he made me feel, like everything that I did was wrong. Like I was constantly gasping for breath, and shaking uncontrollably. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah!" I smiled, my voice coming out high and squeaky. "It's fine, David really."

"Okay," he smiled back.

"Um, Blake and I were watching movies. You could join us if you want." He blinked in response, and then sighed finally.

"Okay." He sat down on the couch and I cut the tv back on, sitting as far on the other side as I possibly could. "I hope you don't mind me coming over here, I just don't like being at home."

"It's okay, David." I said quietly, flipping through the movie options. I finally settled on Ted, and he didn't complain so I sat the remote on the coffee table.

"So you um, you like stuff like this?" He asked after about five minutes. I just shrugged.

"I'll watch anything, really, as long as it doesn't bore me to tears." At that, he laughed, and I smiled a little to myself.

"What's your favorite movie?" He asked me.

"Um. I don't know. Don't have a favorite anything."

"Really?" He asked, raising a brow. "You don't have that one movie that you would watch over and over again?" He asked.

"No. I didn't really watch much tv until I moved here."

"So what did you do?" He asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

"I don't know, David. Can we watch the movie?" I asked him, looking at the tv. I hate people asking me questions like that, and I'm forced to come face to face with how boring I am.



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Edited: 08.02.2019

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