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Post by brooklynanderson on Sept 27, 2011 6:04:27 GMT 10
 
Brooklyn tried to be strong. Really, she did- growing up, she was taught to just suck it up and ‘deal with it’. And in most cases, she could manage that. It wasn’t difficult. She had gotten pretty far in life with the ability to push trivial things to the back of her mind and just move on. Many called her emotionless and wrote her off as a robot, but that wasn’t the case at all. She just knew how to compartmentalize and not just cry all the time about everything. It wasn’t healthy but she didn’t really see a problem with it. She was fine. She was always just… Fine.
But as of late, it had been harder to keep up that pretense. No, she was not dying. Yes, this was something that, eventually, she would be able to pick herself up from and move on. Except this was one of the few times in her life where she felt like this was it. Like this could really break her. And she didn’t know what to do about it.
She loved Darren. Truly, she did- no one had ever gotten to her like that before. But as the days went on, Brook wished more and more that she wasn’t in love with him. That made her feel horrible. She’d made a promise that she would wait for him, but she had made that under the impression that he would actually come home. She missed him dearly. She missed having a warm body to curl up against at night, a hand to hold. She wanted to see his face. The occasional phone call could only do so much. She was a physical person, and wanted that tangible reminder that he still belonged to her.
Because as of now, Brook was very much questioning his feelings. He could tell her he missed her as much as he wanted but that didn’t make it true. She couldn’t see the look in his eyes when he told her he loved her. It was a lot harder to believe him when he wasn’t even coming home on his leave. She desperately wished she didn’t doubt his feelings. It made her feel… Like a terrible person, really, but she couldn’t help herself. She thought their relationship would have progressed a lot farther by now. She expected them to be engaged, or even married. But every time she thought she was getting close to that, he threw another curveball. He wasn’t coming home. She was convinced he didn’t want to see her. Was there someone else? Was he just not sure if he wanted to still be with her? Why wouldn’t he just come home?
Brooklyn struggled with this on a daily basis. What made it worse was that Landon was there. When she needed a hug, he could give it to her. When she needed someone to talk to, he was there. She had always gotten along with Darren’s step-brother but the she hadn’t ever considered the possibility of getting along with him this well until he started being the person she talked to most. Every time she found herself wanting to spend some time with Landon, she felt guilty, almost like she was being unfaithful. But it wasn’t her fault that he was the only one who was there. He was her friend. She just wished she’d stop thinking about him as something more.
Crap.
This week, in particular, had been pretty rough on Brooklyn. Still trying to cope with the idea that Darren wouldn’t be returning on the day marked clearly on her calendar, she’d been forced to deal with a lot of really obnoxious people at work. Now that it was Friday, she just wanted to relax. Kick back and forget that there was anything wrong with the world. So as soon as she got back to her apartment, she shot Landon a text reading ’You should get a pizza and come over and watch sappy movies with me so that I can watch you cry’ before racing up to her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She was ready to relax.
ooc. this is so shitty, I’m so sorry. I need to get into her character more. D:
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Post by landon on Sept 28, 2011 14:57:15 GMT 10
 Landon stepped out of the steaming shower, enjoying the feeling of room temperature against his skin. His day had been busy. Running around from call to call was exhausting and the last thing he really wanted was something raising his blood flow to make him feel even hotter but the cleanliness was well worth it. Landon wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom, where he grabbed his cell phone from on top of the dresser. He checked his new text messages, one from a buddy questioning his whereabouts, and another from Brooklyn, urging him to come over. It was a tough call but not much thought was put into his decision. There was no doubt that Landon would chose to spend some time with Brooke. He figured she needed the company, considering the recent news of Darren not returning home for the holidays. If it was any promise Landon made to his stepbrother, it was to look after his girl friend while gone. Being protective came naturally to the twenty-four year old, especially having a little sister, so obliging to the promise wasn’t going to be a problem. There were other circumstances that may cause conflict.
With every moment Landon spent with Brooke, the more he felt for her. This wasn’t a brotherly-sisterly relationship that the two should have. He had complete respect for his brother but being there for the brunette more than her own partner was an issue. Darren had obligations to his country. Being in the Marines was something he had decided before jumping into any relationships and as much as Brooklyn agreed to wait and deal with the distance, Landon could tell that reality took a toll on her. In his eyes, it didn’t seem fair. She deserved a lot more than was being given but he could only do so much. Being there for support was the easy part. Being the midnight call or shoulder to cry on was the role Landon was use to playing. He had a lot of friends, especially those who were females and he was use to being ‘just the friend’. It wasn’t something that really bothered him. He was pleased with simply making others happy but Brooklyn was a different story. The more he spent time with her, the more he wanted to be with her but there were boundaries. He was a risk-taker but when it came to family, everything needed to be processed before acting.
So for now, Landon would be there for Brooke as moral support. ‘As long as I get your shoulder to cry on. Be there in twenty’ he messaged back before dialing the number to the local pizza parlor. He ordered a large combination pizza and a 2-liter of soda. It would take fifteen minutes for the food to be ready and ten minutes for him to be situated. He figured being fashionably late would not be a problem for the girl. Landon threw on a pair of comfy, faded jeans and a plain, forest green t-shirt. Judging by the second-half of her text, there would be movies involved. There would be no needed for dressing really nice staying in the comfort of Brooklyn’s apartment. He grabbed his car keys, phone, and wallet before heading out of his own place to pick up the pizza. It took him ten minutes to run in and out and be back in the apartment complex. He parked in his normal stall and walked the little ways into the next building where Brooke’s apartment was. He guessed the distance was convenient for the couple when Darren was back in town.
Landon knocked on the door before stepping back and running a hand threw his feathery hair, waiting for her to answer.
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comments'' no, i thought it was good. and i think you are playing her great. xD
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Post by brooklynanderson on Oct 3, 2011 10:30:55 GMT 10
Brooklyn never really felt the need to dress up for Landon. Sure, when she’d started dating Darren, she’d tried to look decent as to not give his family the impression that she was a slob, but eventually the Carters had sort of just become her second family. Landon, especially, had seen her pretty dolled down- those times that she’d spent the night in their shared apartment (when Darren was home, of course) she’d lounged around the kitchen many times in a pair of shorts and her boyfriend’s t-shirt. Even though she did have those (unwanted) feelings for him, she wasn’t about to squeeze into some uncomfortable outfit and cake makeup on her face whenever he came around. For one, that was stupid, and she’d hardly even done that for Darren. Plus, it wasn’t like her feelings mattered. No. It would be dumb of her to even think about acting on them. So when he confirmed that he would, indeed, come over, she didn’t rethink her choice of outfit: black yoga pants and a blue tank top. They were just going to eat pizza, watch movies, and maybe talk for a little bit. Play Scrabble if she could talk him into it. Nothing about this night would be anything special.
Maybe that was part of the reason she liked Landon’s company. She didn’t have to be all… Proper. It was relaxing to just be able to be herself, as cliché as it sounded.
And hell, that’s part of what had attracted her to Darren as well. Go figure.
When she heard the knock on the door, Brook hoisted herself up from the couch to answer it. Swinging the door open, a playful smirk settled on her lips and she glanced down at the pizza box in his hand. ”Why, hello, Handsome,” she greeted, then looked back to Landon. ”And hey to you too.” She figured he knew she was kidding- Brooklyn always joked around like that. Grabbing the box, she beckoned him inside and made a beeline to the living room, placing the food on the coffee table. ”I was serious about the sappy movies. I set a tube of mascara on the table there for you to put on- when you cry, I want proof,” she deadpanned, gesturing behind her as she stepped past on the way to the television. She wasn’t much of a ‘sad movie’ kind of girl, preferring things like The Hangover and reruns of Saturday Night Live or Parks and Recreation to watch in her spare time, but tonight she felt like breaking out the small collection of sad movies she actually did have. Really, part of her motivation was to see if Landon would cry- it would give her reason to mock him for the next month or so.
After sticking a movie in, Brooklyn dashed into the kitchen to grab two plates and two cups before heading back in, crashing on the couch and patting the spot next to her. ”Sit. Talk to me. Tell me about your day or whatever you want to talk about before the movie starts, because you have to pay attention to the movie since I want to see you cry,” she said simply, curling up against the arm of the couch. ”You should also put a slice of pizza on the plate I have in my hand and pour me some soda because everything’s just out of reach.” A grin graced her features and she raised both eyebrows simultaneously, eying him.
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