Friday, June 25, 2010

29. Camping

I didn't have time to proof it, but I wanted to give yas something to read anyway... lol hope you still like it =)

“You’re going where?!” Emily gawked as Brooks walked around his room, throwing different things into his over night bag. He moved past her, making sure he left lots of room between them, so as not to ignite any inappropriate feelings.
Although, as soon as he thought about trying to stay away from her to avoid those thoughts, he started thinking about it. This was just fucked.

“Camping. You know… into the great outdoors… the wild unknown… man vs. nature and all that shit?”

Emily huffed and followed after him as he left the room, heading down the hall. “Ok but… you can’t just… you don’t know how to camp!”

Brooks stopped in his tracks and turned around to stare at her incredulity. “Of course I know how to camp… you sleep outside. Sleeping outside is camping, it’s not rocket science.” Brooks chuckled as Cosmo stared at him from Emily’s arms, with the same look on her face that Emily was currently giving him. “Look we’re not even going that far. We’ll be fine… and we’ll be back soon.”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and leaned forward to give Cosmo a quick kiss. He pulled back and looked up at Emily, close enough to smell the intoxicating scent of vanilla and jasmine.
Clearing his throat, Brooks pulled back, and awkwardly looked away. “Alright well… see ya tomorrow!”

Emily sighed, but didn’t argue as he disappeared through the door, leaving her standing in his living room, exchanging a worried glance with his daughter.

Brooks didn’t exactly tell Emily where he was going, other then the fact that it was camping. And it was camping, they were sleeping outside, even if it was in the backyard of their apartment complex.

He laughed when he came around the corner and saw the tent, deflated on the ground. It was laid out smoothly, and Brooks could tell by the way the poles and directions were spilled around the green fabric, that Mike had attempted to set it up himself.
Rolling his eyes, Brooks dropped his bag and went to work, assembling to tent easily, within five minutes. Brooks climbed inside and laid on the plastic floor, his hands behind his head and his eyes focused on the highest point in the roof, where the poles met.

The tent was hot and stuff. Brooks could feel the weight of the air as it passed through his nose, down into his chest. He figured he’d enjoy it while it lasted, the night was bound to be colder and knew there was no way they could go back inside, not after he’d already told Emily he’d be gone all night. She’d think he was an idiot; or a bigger idiot then she already thought he was.
“Wow!” Mike chirped as he unzipped the door and poked his head in. “This is awesome! I was out here all morning trying to get it up… I thought we’d be sleeping under the open sky.”

Brooks snorted and propped himself up on his elbows. “I told you, I’m experienced… tonight’s gonna be awesome.”

“Alright well, it’s my first time so… don’t expect too much.”

“Umm… excuse me?” Mike halted his movement into the tent to turn around and stare at a guy that was looking back at him. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to, ah, interrupt… but I was looking for Emily Campbell, I was suppose to be meeting her to go over some last minute plans for my brother‘s birthday party. I rang her buzzer but no one answered… I was wondering if you guys might know where I could find her.”

“Oh. She’s in my place. Under the name Laich.” Brooks called out at the guy, feeling hugely relieved when he glanced past Mike and saw how unattractive the guy was.
The guy gave him an awkward glance, before saying thank you and disappearing again. “Anyway, like I was saying… camping is awesome!”

Mike grinned and climbed into the tent, tossing a sleeping bag at Brooks and unrolling his own before sliding on top of it. He laid still for a minute, before glancing over at Brooks. “So what do we do now?”

“Brooks!” Emily yelled loudly, causing Brooks to grimace as he crawled to the tent’s zippered door, still trying to hide his handful of cards from Mike. He unzipped it and looked up, disappointed to find her standing on the balcony, staring down at him. “I thought you were going camping!” She laughed loudly, leaving Brooks to assume that the guy had come and gone, probably telling her how he’d known where she was.

“We are camping!”

“You guys are like ten feet from the apartment complex!”

“IT’S STILL CAMPING!” Brooks shouted, annoyed when she laughed harder.

Emily rolled her eyes and turned around, heading back through the sliding, patio door. “Whatever the fuck you have to do to have fun…”

When Brooks moved back in he glanced over at Mike. “Fuckin women!”


“Who needs them?”

“Not me!” Mike answered enthusiastically, adjusting the cards he’d won from their ‘Go Fish’ game.

“Me either!”

“Fuck em!” Mike reiterated, as Brooks took his seat across from him.


The boys resumed their game, playing another three - all of which Brooks lost - before Mike‘s stomach rumbled so loudly, it interrupted his train of thought. Mike glanced up at him and shot him an apologetic glance before asking, “so… what did Emily pack for supper?”

“… And then, out from behind the house… came…”

“WAIT!” Mike screamed, holding his hands out in front of him as Brooks opened his mouth to speak, the light of the flash light casting dark shadows across his face as he held it under his chin.

“What now? I thought you wanted to hear a ghost story.” Brooks groaned, trying to keep his grin concealed as Mike began to squirm uncomfortably, pulling the sleeping bag tight around his shoulders.

He shrugged, causing the blue, water-proof surface to crinkle around him. “I did, I just didn’t- let’s do something else.”

“Cause you’re-”

“-I’m not scared!” He snapped back, to which Brooks rolled his eyes. He flicked off the flashlight and tossed it aside, not pressing the matter.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before a noise outside caused them both to pause, eyes wide as they stared at each other through the darkness.
"What do you think that was!?"

Brooks shrugged, trying to sound like he wasn’t nervous. "Ummm…. a cat?"

"It sounded too big to be a cat... a dog?"

"What kind of dog would be running around Washington at night? In this neighbourhood?”

"A stray dog?"


“A FERAL stray dog?” Mike whispered, his head snapping all around him.

Brooks cleared his throat and began to crawl towards the door. “I don’t really think that there are feral-” He was cut off by the sound of something large slamming across the side of the tent.

"A PACK OF WILD, FERAL, STRAY DOGS! RUN!" Mike screamed, pushing Brooks out of his way and slamming himself through the thin fabric of the tent, ripping the zipper off. He ran as fast as he could and managed to pull open the first door before he became trapped in the buzzer room of the apartment.
When Brooks came in a few seconds later, he was laughing loudly. “Shut up Brooks! Let’s just go in.”

Nodding, Brooks pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, opening it and directing Mike to go through.
They climbed the stairs slowly, Mike complaining about their night with every step. But Brooks also noticed that he didn’t once mention Denise’s name, something that he assumed meant his plan had worked.
Mike opened the apartment door and walked in quietly, heading to the kitchen and pulling open the fridge.

At the thought of food, Brooks felt his stomach grumble and he followed after Mike, leaning over his shoulder to see into the fridge.

When Brooks heard a chuckle behind him, he turned around to find Emily standing in nothing but one of his old workout shirts, leaning against the wall. “Well, well, if it isn’t Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.”

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

27. Part Two

Again, another really short one but... I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE REGULAR LENGTH!! =D

“I could do it on… Monday, in the morning.” Mike suggested lamely, knowing full well that there was no way Denise would ever be able to get the time off work.

As if on cue, she sighed and brought her elbows up onto the table, dropping her face down into her hands and trying to calm her nerves. When she brought her face back up, Mike was making a disgusted face at the coffee he held in his hands.
She rolled her eyes and reached out for it, taking it from him and handing him the hot chocolate she had ordered. She hated hot chocolate, but she always ordered it; because Mike always ordered coffee. It didn’t seem to bother him that he hated the stuff, and she was pretty sure that he only did it because he wanted to seem more grown-up whenever he was at Starbucks.

He accepted it gratefully, and she tried to ignore the feeling of satisfaction she got when he took a sip and smiled at her. She loved knowing more about him then anyone else - well, almost anyone else - but she needed to stay focused on the task at hand. “Mike… you know I can’t do it through the week. It has to be the weekend-”

“-I have games… and stuff.” Mike snapped, feeling annoyed as he leaned forward in his chair, reaching across the table and grabbing for Denise’s hand, squeezing it in his own.
“Babe, do we really have to do this? We hardly have any time together as it is… I don’t want to spend it-”

“You don’t want to spend it, what? Talking about our future? Acting like an adult? Acting like you actually give a shit?!”

“Fighting.” Mike said quietly, removing his hands and leaning back across the table, away from Denise. “I don’t want to spend it fighting… I’m so fucking tired of fighting with you. About everything.”

“Well we wouldn’t have to fight if you would just give me an honest answer-” Denise reached down and pulled out a binder full of house listings, real estate clips and business cards.
She flipped it open and started pulling out pictures and sheets of information. She set them in front of him, and he glanced up at her, unable to keep the sadness off his face.

“I’m not moving out Denise.” He let out a sad chuckle, putting his hands over his face and rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know how many more times we can have this fucking conversation… but it’s not happening.”

“Excuse me…” Someone was clearing their throat beside Mike, and he looked up to see a thin, blond girl smiling down at him. “I know this is probably so annoying but… could you, maybe, sign this for me?”
She held out the front of her shirt, turning slightly so he could see his number on the back of the bright red ’Scarlet Fan Club’ shirt.

“Yah, sure.” He said quickly, trying to pretend that she hadn’t just walked in on an awkward conversation.
She held out a black marker to him, and he scribbled his name and number across the bright cotton. “Have a good one.” He added, before handing the marker back to her and watching her walk across the room.
When he looked back, Denise was glaring at him.
“What?” He hissed, folding his arms over his chest. “Am I just suppose to ignore everyone around me?”

“No. You’d never ignore a fan… just your girlfriend… I’m shit compared to those little bitches. Of course they’re more important then this conversation-”

“-everything is more important than this conversation! It shouldn’t even be happening, Denise. I live with Brooks. Deal with it!”

“And if I don’t want to?”

Mike glanced over at her, staring hard as she stared back. “Then I can’t deal with you.”

“Mike-” Denise squealed, but he didn’t stop. Jumping up from the table Mike headed for the door, not looking back as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and disappeared around the corner; praying Brooks was home.

“IS BOOTS!” Cosmo screamed as soon as Mike opened the door and walked into the living room.
The toddler was doing her trademark ’drunk stumble’ down the hallway, as quickly as she could to reach him. He bent over and scooped her up when she finally reached him.
She wrapped her chubby little arms around his neck and gave him a drool filled kiss on the cheek. “Thank Princess, I needed that.” He sighed, glancing over to see Brooks staring at him.

“Everything ok?”

Mike shrugged, not sure that anything could make him feel better at that moment. He knew talking about it would probably help, but he didn’t really want to talk about it. “It’s nothing.”

“… Mike?” Brooks drawled, tossing down the dishtowel he’d just been using and heading towards his daughter and best friend. “Mike?”

“I broke up with Denise.” He said quickly, trying to get it over with; like ripping off a band-aid.

Brooks raised an eyebrow, but otherwise hid any emotion or judgement off his face. “You wanna go camping?”


“Camping. You wanna go?”


Monday, June 21, 2010

26. Oil Spills Are Bad: Part One

As Jay so eloquently put it… ‘it’s not about the length, it’s about what you want to do with it’.
And yes, that is what she said.

Hopefully part two will be up tomorrow. Sorry about this, just needed to get it up and over with so I could keep going… and I didn’t want to leave you hanging any longer.

Mike couldn‘t help but laugh, and feel offended at the same time. “You’re lying to me!” He finally yelled, holding his hands out to the sides and daring Brooks to disagree with him.

Rolling his eyes, Brooks did just that. “I am not Mike, nothing happened last night…” It was an honest statement. Brooks had eventually managed to fall asleep, ignoring every single nerve ending in his body that was screaming at him to jump on her. Sick or no sick his body was incapable of ignoring the effect she had on him.

Mike continued to stare at Brooks with disbelief and feigned hurt on his face. “I can’t believe that you’re lying… to me. Me, of all people!”

He groaned and leaned forward to where Mike was standing, trying to swat at him with his hand. Mike jumped back and laughed, before dropping down onto the chair, out his reach. Brooks flopping back to, laying back out on his back, where he had been before Mike so rudely interrupted him. “Is there a point to this Mike? You lie to me all the time!”

“Oh, I know I lie to you… but this is different! You never lie to me, ne-e-e-e-ver. A dark, serious gaze or at worst, a sarcastic remark… but you never lie.”

Brooks opened his mouth to answer but shut it as Emily came around the corner. She smiled at Brooks and Mike as she adjusted Cosmo on her hip. “Guess who’s feeling better?” She cooed as Cosmo let out a squeal. “It must have been some twenty-four hour flu or something that you guys had.”

“Yah… must have been…” Brooks agreed, shooting daggers at Mike with his eyes; a warning to keep any kind of sexual comments to a minimum. “So, thanks for coming over last night.” He said lamely, not sure what else he should say to her. She nodded and moved around him, sitting down at the bottom of the couch by Brooks’ feet.

“So… good sleep?” Mike asked, trying not to smile as Brooks cleared his throat loudly.

Emily looked over at him sceptically. “Yah, thanks…”

“Mike… wasn’t there, that thing that you had to do?” Brooks hissed, glancing around Emily to where Mike was still sitting. “You know… the thing you needed to do so that that big, angry guy didn’t get any more angry at you?”

“Oh riiiight… him. Yah, I should go and do that thing… now.”

Emily cleared her throat, obviously suspicious of the exchange between the two boys, but she didn’t say anything as she watched Mike get up and vacate the apartment.
After the sound of his footsteps had disappeared off the stairs and Cosmo had fought her way out of Emily’s hold, she glanced over at Brooks who was pointedly staring at the TV.

She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, as Cosmo began to bang away on the floor with her blocks, every now and then letting out a squeal of delight that would catch Brooks’ attention; attention that was never directed at Emily.
He had been that way the whole night too, and she could only assume that his lack of sexual tension was because he was following her wishes; but that didn’t make it easier.

Part of her wished it was hard for him to keep his hands away from her, especially last night, when she was beside him in his bed. But he had kept his distance and treated her like she was nothing more than a friend.
It should have made her happy to know he was showing self-control, but it didn’t.

Sex with Brooks had been… well… nothing short of amazing, as far as she was concerned. It was not only better than anything she had experienced before, but better than anything she would have imagined was possible.
At least she thought so.

Looking over at him now, she couldn’t even be sure he enjoyed himself. No man had that much restraint… no, this didn’t make her happy.
Maybe what she really, really needed, was for Brooks to just be with her, period; give her the emotional, physical and sexual contact all at the same time.

She sighed and shifted as Mythbusters started back up on the TV, and she ran her hand over her face. There was no way she could change the game now, right? She couldn’t expect him to keep his hands off her, and then just jump on him one of the first times they were together, could she?
Clearing her throat, she slid over towards Brooks on the couch. “So are you feeling back to your old self then? No fever…?” She turned her body, squeezing on arm against her chest, causing her right breast to pop halfway out of her shirt. “Let me check…” She placed a cool hand against his forehead, before she slid it down onto his cheek.

Brooks swallowed hard and did everything he could to keep his eyes away from the swell of breast in front of his face. “Umm…” It took all his willpower not to gawk, and he was happy when she finally moved her hand away from him; for a minute.

“Hmm… you do feel a little warm.” She sighed, coming back at him with two hands, dragging them down the rough stubble of his jaw and chin. “Do you need to have another lie down?” She whispered, leaning so close to him he could feel the heat of her breath against his face.
He started trying to think of everything, anything, that would take his mind away from the shape of her body as she curled it up on the couch beside him.

Oil spills, those were sad.

Emily let out a small moan of contentment as she removed her hands and turned her body until her shoulders and back were against Brooks’ side. He glanced over as she stretch out, seeing the way her breast popped out the top of her shirt when she folded her arms under them like that…

All the poor little animals that got covered in grease and had to be washed off in all the soapy water like the Dawn commercials… soapy water… He licked his lips, almost able to taste her skin on them.
But oil spills were sad.
“This is comfy… do you mind if I get some shut eye, too?”

He cleared his throat before answering, “sure.” She yawned, whether real or fake, he wasn’t sure; but soon she was stretched out over his lap, leaving him to gawk at the swell of her ass beside him, and the feel of her head on his legs.

Oil spills are sad.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Tonight's Update

So... I was half way through tonight's post when my laptop crashed!! >.<

Luckily with the help of a computer savy friend, it's back up and running... of course I lost everything I had done and right now I'm in the "Ugh! Do I really have to re-write all that?" mode, but I'm gonna try to have it up sometime tonight anyway.

Let's just see what happens hahaha

OH, and anyone following my DTH story... I updated it the other day, if you want something to read tonight lol. (Not sure if it shows up in the dashboard or not because it's private).

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

25. Prove what?

This update sucks balls but I can't do anything else with it. Sorry =( lol

“Prove what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Prove what?!”

“I don’t know!”

“What are you suppose to be proving?!”

“I. Don’t. Know!”

Denise’s head moved back and forth as she watched the exchange between Brooks and Mike. Cosmo was beside her, laughing as the two boys stormed around the living room, looking more like two of the Stooges then two grown men trying to figure something out.
“What exactly did she say?” She said loudly, trying to intervene before Brooks ended up burning a line in the ground where he paced.

Sighing, Brooks stopped walking and tilted his head back. He closed his eyes and tried to replay the situation over in his head again. “I don’t know.” He said finally, opening his eyes and dropping down onto the couch behind him. “I dunno.” He murmured for what felt like the millionth time that morning.

“Well let’s think… last night before… well, you know-”

“I think what she’s trying to say is… was anything important said before you too started fucking like monkeys on steroids?” Mike interjected, taking a seat beside Brooks.

Brooks chewed on his lip for a minute as he tried to remember everything that he had said to her. Even though it was only last night, he was exhausted and a tad hung over, making the whole situation seemed like it had really happened weeks ago. “I told her that we knew about what she did, then I told her I liked her, then we… well… fucked.”

“Wait!” Denise said loudly, standing up and walking towards the couch. “You mean to tell me, that you told her she was a prostitute?”

“So she’s not then?” Mike added, confusion clouding his face.

Brooks looked back and forth between them before he answered. “No she’s not a prostitute and yes I… told her she was.”

“What does she do then?” Mike asked, and Brooks couldn’t help but notice that he sounded disappointed.

“You know that club we were in? Well she owns it, and apparently a lot more. She runs some party company… I don’t remember the name.” Densie clicked her tongue and Brooks turned back around to look at her.

“She wants you to prove that she’s not some tail.” She said sharply, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at him. “You accuse her of being a whore and then you have sex with her… and you honestly can’t figure out what’s wrong with that scenario? Really?”
Brooks looked over at Mike, who looked back at him and shrugged. “You guys are hopeless.” She groaned, moving forward to get Brooks’ attention again. “Look, spend time with her… talk to her, be with her. Do that for a while without doing or mentioning anything that has to do with sex. Show her that she actually matters in all aspects of your life and not just in bed.”

Brooks mused her words over, running his tongue along the roof of his mouth, like he was tasting them. "So... not sex her?"
He glanced over his shoulder to find Denise nodding at him, a bemused look on her face as her eyes wandered back over to Mike. "You mean... go from what we did last night, to nothing?"

Denise huffed and the noise caused Mike to cringe as she moved her hands down to her hips. "Listen Brooks, you either want to be with her cause you like her... or you did just use her for sex. I'm not judging you... honestly, I don't care why you did it. All I'm saying is that if you do like her, really like her, then yes... go from that to nothing. Take things slowly... see what happens."

It made sense, Brooks wasn't going to argue with her about it, he also knew that if that's what it was going to take, then that's what he was going to do. He couldn't help but groan though, when the thought of not being able to touch her crossed his mind. She was more to him than just some lay, he knew that, and was mildly offended that she didn't pay attention to him when he told her that he did like her.

Brooks tilted his head back against the couch and listened to the sound of Cosmo’s tiny plastic spoon rattling around on the tray of her high chair as she demolished her breakfast.
He couldn’t sit here and think about this all day, that much was for sure. If Emily needed time to cool off, he’d give that to her. He’d let her come to him, and then he’d show her just how un-sexual he could be… at least he hoped he could.

“I’m gonna get Emily.” Mike said finally, decidedly. He had watched Brooks miss two practices and still battle with a stomach bug to look after Cosmo. That would have been enough for him to get Emily, but Brooks had made him promise not to. Now however, Mike knew that they needed her. With Cosmo coming down sick and Mike already beginning to feel the gross shakes of a fever spreading through his own body, he knew there was nothing else that could be done.

“No…” Brooks groaned from the couch, before he rolled onto his back and started to heave into the blue bucket that was placed on the floor below him.

Mike didn’t bother waiting around to argue with him, instead he turned tail and headed for the door, padding softly down the hallway towards her apartment. He knocked a few bars of Bad Romance on the door, before he heard Emily come towards the door. She pulled it open and gave him a weak smile.

It was weird, seeing her again. They’d gone from never talking at all, to her being at his place every day after the arrival of Cosmo. After the fiasco with Brooks, she had disappeared again. It had been almost a whole week since she’d been around and even though he wouldn’t admit it, Brooks was missing her… so was Cosmo. “I know that I’m probably the second last person you wanna see right now… but we need you.” He said simply, staring at her and waiting for a reaction.

Emily bit her lip and looked behind her at the mess that had taken over her apartment.
She glanced back at Mike and just nodded, unable to hide her disappointment. She’d been hoping that Brooks would make some kind of effort where she was concerned, show up and sweep her off her feet in some over the top, fairy-tale way. Instead she got Mike. That was like planning for the Prince and getting the limo driver. All she could do was nod though, and follow him down the hall.

When she went into the living room and found Cosmo passed out in her play-pen, and Brooks curled up, shirtless, on the couch. He was pale and clammy, shivering slightly as small beads of sweat danced across his smooth, taut skin. His eyes slowly opened as she came to a stop in front of him. They were darker then normal, hooded from the effect of sickness, but he still managed to give her a weak smile before his eyes closed again and he let out a soft snore. “We should get him to his room so he can sleep better.” She said to Mike, who nodded and moved around to where she was standing.

He grabbed Brooks, waking him, and hooked his arm over his shoulder. They walked together towards his room; Mike clearly feeling the weight of his room-mate as they rounded the corner. Emily sighed lightly and looked behind her where Cosmo was snoring lightly. Smiling, Emily bent down to scoop her up, and headed around the corner Mike and Brooks had just disappeared around

Brooks woke up shortly after eleven. He felt like he’d been sleeping for days, but the clock showed otherwise. He looked around and saw Emily exiting through his bedroom door, and it was then the he realized what had woken her up. He sat up, fighting off a wave of nausea as he tip-toed after her. “Emily…” He whispered, trying not to scare her as he grabbed onto the wall for support.

She turned around, inhaling slighting with surprise as she clutched one of Brooks’ pillows against her chest. “I couldn’t sleep on the couch and the bed covers from the spare room are still in the wash.” She explained as he nodded along, remembering all to clearly when he had escaped to the coldest room in the apartment, in an attempt to bring his fever down, only to puke all over the bed.

“Sorry about that…” He began to say but she waved his apology away.

“Don’t. It’s no biggie.” She smiled, awkwardly looking away from him as she realized that these were the first words they had exchanged since they were rolling around in his bed.

“Sleep in my room.” He said suddenly, surprising even himself when the words left his lips. “I don’t mean like that.” He added quickly as she opened her mouth to protest. “Just… it makes more sense then you sleeping on the bed I puked in earlier.
My bed has sheets and doesn’t smell like throw-up.”

She nodded slowly, hugging the pillow closer to her chest as she began to move back towards him.
Brooks gave her a promising smile and watched as she walked towards his bed. He knew he had to keep to his original plan and not lay a finger on her, but it was going to be hard; doubly so when he saw what she was wearing.

Brooks didn‘t realize how long he was staring at her, until she smiled at him and called him over. “Come on Brooks… get into bed, you look like you’re about to fall over.”

She was pulling back the sheets on the other side of his bed, and the swell of her breast through her tank top, and the curves of her hips and her long, long legs, aroused a fire in him that had never been there before. Not even the last time she was in his bed.
He wondered if it was because this time he knew he couldn’t have her. He licked his lips and continued to stare at her, trying to shake the thoughts that were beginning to creep through his mind. He refused to think like that; he couldn’t.
This was the first time he’d seen her since he told himself he was going to take things slowly, he couldn’t lose focus already.

If she meant as much to him as he believed she did, he owed it to her to do things the right way….

But her skin glowed in the shine of the street lights through the window, and his eyes focused on the point of one, hardened nipple as she laid down on her back.
Brooks was already in nothing but his boxers, and he wanted her. He wanted her so fiercely it shook him.
He moved towards her and laid down, but he didn’t touch her.

Monday, June 14, 2010

24. Prove It

I am so, so, so, sorry that this update took so long, and is still pretty short! BUT… Rowan is back to school tomorrow so, hopefully you’ll be having lots of updates coming your way! =)
Thanks for putting up with me… or… with a lack of me lol

When Emily woke up, her body was soar and stiff, but she felt warm and snug in a bed that was not her own. She felt the weight of someone’s arm around her waist and body heat radiating from behind her.
Her eyes flew open and she glanced over her shoulder to see Brooks; his face, half snuggled into her back and his deep, rhythmic breath blowing across her back.

She exhaled quietly and closed her eyes, feeling her face heat as she began to remember every detail of the night before. It wasn’t like she could forget. She tilted forward and looked down at her body. Even in the dull light that was beginning to shine through his window, she could see the purple and blue outline of his hands all over her skin and the tender pink lines around her wrists, where the handcuffs had held her in place.

She bit her lip and fought back tears as embarrassment began to creep through her cheeks.
With a quick, slight movement, she unwound herself from Brooks’ hands and grabbed her clothing off the floor.
She instantly remembered leaving the club and remembered coming back here with him; she also remembered the second and third times they had had sex.

With her clothes donned, she moved towards the door, and paused with her hand on the doorknob. Emily glanced back at Brooks and felt a small, sad smile spread across her face.
She slipped out of the door and into the hallway, carefully unlocking her door and walking inside before she bolted the lock into place and fled to her bedroom.

Emily flopped onto the bed and pressed her face into one of the silk pillows, her muffled sobs filling the room as she curled into a small ball.
She couldn’t even allow herself a minute on cloud nine, to enjoy the fact that she had just experienced such an incredible night with Brooks; she was too busy drowning in the fact that she’d just ruined every chance she had ever had with him.

Did she want to have sex with him? Of course, that much was obvious. The one thing that hadn’t crossed her mind in the heat of the moment, was the concept that now she’d never have Brooks the way she wanted him; as a boyfriend, a confidant, a friend, and a lover.

Fucking and then dating, was not the natural progression of a relationship. The progression of a relationship was getting to know someone, going on dates, doing the awkward first kiss, and then working your way to sex.
What kind of guy was gonna buy the cow after he’d already had the milk for free?

So, they clearly had the same tendencies and whims when it came to sex, but that didn’t mean anything in the long run. It wasn’t that Emily didn’t think the physical part was an important part of a relationship, but she knew it wasn’t the only part of the relationship.
And she couldn’t even imagine Brooks thinking that there could be anymore with her now, especially not after last night. He’d never be able to look at her the same way again.

The one thing that bothered her the most, was why it had happened. She knew now that Brooks had been in her room, had seen everything she had in there, and apparently he liked that. Was that the only reason he had even approached her?
Because if he had seen all those things, and was genuinely interested in her, wouldn’t he have taken her out on a date?

He had also called her a prostitute. After everything that they had gone through, all the times she had been there for him since he had Cosmo, he still apparently knew nothing about her.
She knew that she had purposely tried to dodge questions about her job, but a prostitute? Really? What part of her personality when she was around them had led them to believe such a horrible thing about her?
Was he suggesting that she carried herself like a whore? Or she just looked like one?

And the fact that he had had the nerve to come right up to her and yell at her about it. So what if she was? If she actually did sleep with people for money, why should it even matter to him?
Unless of course he meant what he said, about liking her. Was that even possible? And after finding out that he thought she was capable of being a prostitute, did she even want a relationship with him?


Alright so that was a stupid question and no matter what Brooks did or said it was going to take a lot for Emily to change her mind about him. All she could really do was hope it wouldn’t take a lot to make him change his mind about her.

The unfortunate thing was that this also was under the assumption that he was even interested in her at all, after last night.
It was much more impressive for a guy to make a girl orgasm, then it was for a girl to make a guy orgasm. As far as Emily’s knowledge with, guys could get off to anything, so just because she was able to do that for Brooks, didn’t mean that she was special in some way… it just meant she had boobs and a functioning vagina.

The only option Emily could see in her way, was to sit down and talk to Brooks; friend to friend.
Friends. Emily groaned at the idea of it. She wasn’t even sure someone would classify them as friends. Maybe they were, or maybe their relationship was really nothing more than a neighbour/nanny one.

She rolled over onto her back and grabbed the pillow that was resting on the bed beside her, throwing it up over her face as she closed her eyes. She just needed to sleep some more… she was positive that if she just slept on it, everything would make more sense in the morning.

“Hey Mike, did you see Emily pass through here?” Brooks asked as he wandered out into the kitchen to find that everyone was already awake.
Cosmo was sitting in her highchair, a bowl of dried Cheerios turned upside down on her head, while Mike and Denise were sitting on either side of her at the table.

“Nope, I thought she was in there with you…” Mike said giving Brooks a large, obnoxious wink.

“I’ve been up since seven, and she hasn’t left any time after that. At least, I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if she did.” Denise added, trying no to think about all the noises she’d heard through the wall shortly after Brooks and the neighbour had turned up home.

Brooks thought about sitting down at the table, but decided against it. He headed for the door and opened it, heading down the hallway towards Emily’s place.

He knocked three times before he even heard anyone moving inside. He knocked another while he waited for her to answer the door.

When she finally pulled it open, it was with the chain still firmly in place, her face peering out the small opening that it allowed between the door and the frame. “Yah?”

Brooks opened his mouth, then closed it; suffice to say he was expecting a much more warm, excited welcome. “Any reason you left so early? You could have woken me… or better yet… you could have just stayed. I mean, I can think of a few things I'd rather be doing with you then talking through your door.” He said, leaning in closer to her as a suggestive smirk crossed his face.

“And why would I want to do that?” She snapped, feeling fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

“Why wouldn’t you?” Brooks asked slowly, not really sure what could have possibly caused Emily to go from awesome to crazy in a few hours. “Em… what is this about?” He coaxed, stepping closer to the door and sliding his foot into the opening, to insure that Emily couldn’t slam it shut in his face. “You can talk to me, you know?”

“Can I really?” She glared, as she stepped back and folded her arms over her chest. She was wearing the same clothing she had been last night, and Brooks could see the perfect imprints of his hands all over her. He licked his lips and pulled his eyes away from her body, back up to her face. “That’s what I thought, I’m just an easy lay to you.”

“Easy lay? That’s not- I don’t even know what you’re talking about… I don’t feel that way about you!
If I just wanted to go out of screw some girl I would! I wouldn’t waste my time trying to-”

“Oh so now I’m just a waste of time?”

“Emily, that’s not what I meant… you’re fucking around my words!”

“Fine! If you do actually like me… and I mean as more then some slut you can get on whenever the urge takes you… then prove it!“ She huffed and turned around, leaving Brooks peering through the hole between the door and its frame. “Emily!” He yelled after her, but she didn’t stop. She rounded the corner and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Brooks to shut the door and head back to his apartment. Defeated.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

I hate to do this...

Hey guys! As many of you know, I do the majority of my writing during the daytime, after I drop my son off at day care and before I head to class.
Unfortunitly, he's been pretty sick as of late so he hasn't been going to school... I therefore, haven't been doing too much writing.

I was planning on having the next update up by tonight, but it won't happen.
Anyone who knows me in real life, knows how I feel about the Hawks and so for obvious reasons I'll be a little pre-occupied tonight.
That being said, I'm really, really gonna try and have the next post up tomorrow... hopefully it will be in celebration of Jonathan Toews hoisting the cup, but I guess we'll wait and see.

Anyway, I hate to do this to you guys... it just seems like I'm not meant to be consistant with this story lol.

Love yas lots and hopefully you're not annoyed with me =)

Saturday, June 5, 2010

23. Brooks Totally Forgets About Mike...

... sometimes I feel like I write things I probably shouldn't... but hopefully no one gets creeped out by this.
Also, in order to try and make this update realistic, I spent 45 minutes on the phone with one of my old room-mates, having a very awkward conversation about him and his sexual tendencies so... if that doesn't show you how much I love you guys, I don't know what will!
Also, like I said, I'm trying to avoid the cliffhangers... I probably won't have another update till Monday so I tried to end this in a good place and I hope you agree with me! ... enjoy =)

S.E.X. - Nickleback

Brooks glanced around, dropping his hold on her arms and grabbing for her hand, trying to tug her after him as he headed for the stairs. He was looking for a quick exit, one that wouldn’t draw too much attention.
He wasn’t thinking with a clear head though, and he knew if he couldn’t find one, he’d probably throw her over his shoulder and carry her out the front doors.

Emily tugged back on him before he got to the stairs, trying to resist the strength of his pull. He turned around and glanced at her, she was pointing in the opposite direction that he was going; at a small door in the corner. “Storage room.” She explained as his eyes lingered on it.

Nodding, he turned around and headed for it at full speed. Emily laughed as he dragged her along behind him. It came out slightly airy though, and she took a deep breath, trying to remind herself that if she stopped breathing she’d pass out.
It wasn’t that she was nervous or worried; she wasn’t some virgin Mary. It wasn’t like this was her first time and she had no idea what to do, it was more than that. This moment, although not how she had planned it, was something she’d pictured a million times. She wanted Brooks. No, she needed him, so desperately it shook through her.
Her heart was hammering so loudly, she could feel it against her ribs and hear it in her ears. She was positive Brooks could hear it, but he couldn’t, and even if he could, it wasn’t going to stop him.

He pulled her through the dark storage room, trying to navigate his way through the unfamiliar rows of cluttered boxes. They were labelled, but he didn’t stop to read them, he just continued to pull Emily behind him, aiming for the deepest most secluded part of the room.
Brooks finally found it, as they came out an isle and into a small office like space.

The desk was situated in the center of the clearing, and it was almost empty minus a telephone and a few papers. In behind it were several large filing cabinets and a computer chair. “Inventory.” Emily whispered behind him, her voice breaking the silence around them.

It was almost eerie, how quite it was now, in comparison to the room they had just exited. Brooks nodded, realizing how out of breath his was; more from excitement than physical exertion… for now. He turned around to look at her, taking he free hand in his and tugging her towards him until he could wrap her arms around his waist.
She obliged him and locked her hands behind his back, tilting her head back so that he could grab her tender neck with his big, warm hands; securing her in place so that he could bring his lips down to hers.

He kissed her hard, until they were both out of breath and her lips felt raw. She pulled her head back with a gasp, her panting only amplified by the incessant need that took over as Brooks began to drag his teeth down her neck.
He continued to slid his lips, tongue and teeth lower, until he was at the tip of her cleavage, where it created a ’Y’ in the deep v-neck of her shirt. Emily bit her lip, impatient to feel his lips on her breast.

Brooks looked up at her to find that her eyes were closed and her teeth were digging into the soft skin of her sweet lips. He grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it upwards, then tossed it aside.
The only thing left between him and her breasts now was a sheer, black lace bra, that he inadvertently demolished in his enthusiasm to get it off.

Emily didn’t seem to mind though, as the flimsy fabric came apart in his capable hands. She watched for his reaction as his eyes wandered over her dark, pert nipples and the silver rings that went through each one.
Brooks wanted to say something, something that had to do with how completely amazed and excited he was right now, but he just shook his head. He bent low and pulled one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the erect nub, closing his eyes against the sounds of pleasure that were began to rumble from within her chest.

He switched to the other side, and began to apply more pressure with his mouth, as his hands came down to remove the tight shorts and g-string she was wearing. He dropped down onto his knees in front of her as them came off and she stepped out of them. Laughing slightly Brooks grabbed onto the back of her thighs with his hands and pulled her against him. “Excited babe?” He asked, enjoyment evident in his voice as he slid one hand around to her front and pushed a finger into the moisture between her legs.

She was dripping wet, and he loved it. On a normal night, he’d lay her down and pull her legs open, working her pussy over with everything he had until she couldn’t come anymore. But that would have to wait, he didn’t have the patience for it now.

He withdrew his hand from her warmth and stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and undoing his belt quickly. He wasted no time dropping his pants and kicking them off.
Soon he was as naked as she was.

He pulled her against him again exhaled lightly as his hard cock slid across her stomach, leaving a small trail of pre-cum where it went. “Emily.” He said hoarsely, his voice pulling her eyes away from his dick. He knew how mad she was about him going into her room, but he still needed to ask her. “The handcuffs in your room… do you like being in them?”

She nodded earnestly and he smiled, his eyes growing wide as he began to imagine all the possibilities this could lead to. “Everything I had in my room, I got from this room.”
Emily said the words casually, but Brooks could hear the suggestion in her voice. He smiled and nodded, turning away from her and walked towards the row beside them and pulled out a box.

“Holy fuck…” He sighed as he stared at it’s contents. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked back at her. She was leaning against the desk, facing him, with a body that was made to be spanked.
The thought caused Brooks’ thick cock to twitch and he knew that when it came to the actual fucking he wasn’t going to last long; he was gonna have to stretch out the foreplay as much as possible.

Formulating a plan in his head, Brooks set off to work tying, pulling and rearranging objects in the box until he was satisfied. When he stood up he had four separate pairs of handcuffs, and two long pieces of rope. Each rope had a handcuff tied to each end and he threw them under the desk.

Emily cocked her head to the side and watched him, not one hundred percent sure what he was doing. When he turned around though, he was smiling at her, a smile that caused her cunt tingle with anticipation as she wondered what he had in store. “You own this building?” He asked her, making sure he had understood her before.


“Kay…” He said, before he stretched his arms out and swiped them across the top of the desk, pushing everything onto the floor and leaving the space cleared. He pat the top of the desk and motioned for Emily to come forward, which she did. He helped her climb up onto it and pushed her shoulders gently, till she was lying on her back against the cold, polished wood.
He bent down and picked up one of the hand cuffs, and snapped the hard metal against her wrist, before moving down and connecting her ankle to a handcuff that was connected to the other rope.

When he was satisfied that they were secure he moved to the other side and pulled the rope out from under the desk. He connected her other wrist and ankle to the cuffs on the other side of the ropes and stood back to admire his handy work.
She was still wearing the pair of high-heel red shoes that she had dressed in that night, but Brooks decided to leave them on, remembering the way they had made her legs look so long and perfect.
Now though, her wrists were bound and pulled tightly out to the side, stretching her body taut; uncomfortably so.
With the pressure of the rope pulling her across the table, her legs were now widely spread.

Emily hadn’t been expecting just how tight she’d be pulled. The ropes had looked long when Brooks first took them towards her, but they were pulled to the limit as they stretched under the desk, connecting to each one of her four limbs.
She was exposed now, and completely under his control; stretched out and vulnerable.

She knew there was always a worry that went with allowing a man to tie you up, because of the fact that you became a victim to his whims, but she didn’t feel nervous or scared at all.
She could only feel excitement and need as he walked around the table, watching her struggle against the restraints.

He came to a stop beside her, placing his hands on the table and leaning over her. He clicked his tongue a few times, like he was trying to remember something he had forgotten.
With a sharp inhale of air, he turned around and went back to the box, picking it up and carrying it back to her. He dropped it onto the floor and rummaged through it, pulling his hand back out with two tiny blue things, sticking out through his fingers.

He took one in each hand and held them out over her as he tried to position them correctly. Emily felt her eyes go wide when she saw what they were, but the untameable sex kitten inside of her forced her to stick her chest out further, helping Brooks place each nipple clamp carefully onto her sensitive skin, trying to avoid any unwanted contact with her nipple rings.
She let out a small yelp, causing Brooks to reach back out for them, ready to take them off. “Leave them...” She purred, firmly, staying his hands and causing him to smile.

Their eyes met and Emily sighed with ecstasy. She wanted him so badly that she was ready to jump him, but she loved the fact that she couldn’t; loved the fact that he was in complete control of her and the situation.
She also loved that when she stared into his dark blue eyes, she knew she could trust him, that he would never ever give her more than she could handle. She could tell by how confident he looked, that he was more than capable of taking her to the edge and beyond, but if she told him to stop, he would. Not that she planned on doing that…

When he was sure that she was ok, Brooks cupped a hand around her breast and pushed up, causing it to jiggle slightly. Emily closed her eyes and moaned against the feel of the tight clamp as it moved with her body. He lightly slapped one of her breasts and she started to sigh, wordlessly begging him for more.

He slapped her breasts again, only much harder. They bounced and jiggled deliciously under his assault and watched them move with rapt attention. Implored on by her murmurs of approval, he took each one in his hand and squeezed until he could see the pink imprint of his hands on her.

Moving his hands away from her chest, Brooks slid them down towards her tight, wet, pussy, pushing them inside forcefully.
Emily groaned and arched her back off the table, as much as her restraints would allow.

As he worked, sliding his fingers in and out of her, she watch him intently; hot lust etched across her pretty face. She licked her lips and started to cry out as the brutal force of Brooks’ thick fingers brought her to a deep orgasm.

“Oh god!“ She cried as the juices of her climax poured out of her with forced. “Fuck me… please…“ She begged as she attempted to pull herself away from his fingers. “I want you in me Brooks.“

“You want this hard cock in you babe?“ He asked a sheepish grin on his face as he pushed his fingers back inside of her.

“Fuck yes!“ She cried, not caring that she was begging desperately, she didn’t care about self control at the moment, all she knew was that she wanted to feel him pumping inside of her.

Nodding, he moved towards her face, toying with her. He knew exactly what she wanted but he wasn’t ready to give it to her yet.
Instead he grabbed onto the back of her neck and pushed her face towards him. Understanding, Emily slipped her soft lips over his length, taking it into the confines of her deliciously warm mouth. Her tongue was working the head of his dick as he tilted his head back, moaning his approval.

He began to feel his dick twitch impatiently and he withdrew himself from her mouth, sucking in as the cool air replaced the heat of her mouth.
There were things he wanted to say, other things he wanted to do but he couldn’t remember what they were.
All he knew was that she was beautiful and sexy, stretched out on the table, staring up at her. Her perfectly lush lips were turned into a small pout as she watched him, waiting.

Brooks grabbed his slick dick and began to run his hand over it’s thick mass, pumping harder and faster as he climbed up onto the desk, in between her legs.
Emily whimpered excitedly and bucked her hips up, tilting her clit towards him, waiting for him to enter her.

He took one last look at her through hooded eyes before he came forward and slid himself in her extremely tight, hot opening.
They both released a satisfied sigh of relief as he filled her. Brooks enjoyed the feel of her cunt a minute longer before he pulled back and pushed himself in again, hard.

Emily moaned and fought against her restraints, trying to wrap her legs around him and push him onwards.
He thought about untying her, but didn’t feel like wasting the time looking for the keys right now, instead he pinned her hips back down onto the desk top and began to pump into her as fast as he could.

He filled her over and over, his balls slapping against her ass as he hooked his hands underneath her and lifted her half off the table. She screamed as her body clenched around him, squirting her orgasm out around his shaft as he pulled out.

Feeling her begin to climax again quickly, Brooks pulled out and grabbed onto her swollen clit with his hand. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d be able to make her come, but he wanted to ensure that she’d climax at the same time as he finished.
In order to prevent her from going over the edge, he began to squeeze and twist. Emily cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. He continued to pick at her until he was sure she was calmed down enough for him to continue.

He moved back in between her legs and pushed himself back in side of her, knowing full-well that she was still wet and ready. He started to fuck her as hard as he could, keeping his head down and trying to ignore the sight of her climax as her body soon began to convulse around his. He lost the battle though, coming with force a few minutes later, the same time that she screamed his name.

He paused as his cock started to throb, forcing the foaming, white liquid into her waiting pussy. She sighed as he stopped, pulling out and splashing a mingled mess of their orgasms onto the table between her legs.

With a sigh of effort, Brooks moved away from her and leaned by the box, rummaging through it until he found the key he was looking for. He moved back and unlocked her, pulling her off the table and against his chest, kissing the top of her head.
Emily’s legs were shaking as she tried to stand, but Brooks kept her on her feet with his powerful, secure arms.

Friday, June 4, 2010

22. You Thought I Was A WHAT?!

London Bridge - Fergie

Brooks walked back and forth between the railing and the bar for the next hour and a half. Mike watched him, mildly entertained as he went about his circular path.
He'd walk to the bar and order a drink, down it, and then walk back to the railing. He'd stand there, watching Emily as she talked to a large man in a black shirt with the words 'security' on his back.

"What is she- she's not- but then she's... fuck!" He finally yelled as he spun around to face Mike. "Why is she here?"

"I don't know! Why are you yelling at me?" He shot back. Mike wasn't angry like Brooks, and he was more curious then confused. He didn't understand why they just couldn't go over to her and ask her why she was here.

"She knew we'd be here... that's why she's hiding in the corner like that Mike... she knew. She fucking knew and she didn't tell me!" Brooks yelled again, grabbing onto Mike’s shoulders and pulling him off the bar stool. “Why wouldn’t she tell me? Why would she play me like this?”

“Brooks! She’s not playing you! First off, she doesn’t know you like her because you didn’t talk to her about it. Second, she doesn’t know that you know what she does for a living… because you didn’t talk to her about it! Do you get the pattern here?”

“You just don’t get it…”

“Don’t give me that!” Mike yelled back, more forceful than anything he’d said to Brooks before. The change in tone and demeanor worked though and Brooks realized that Mike was being serious, so he listened. “You want to do something? Then go do something… otherwise we’re leaving. You’re being ridiculous and I think you know that. Come on man, just go talk to her.”

Brooks stared at Mike, hard. He didn’t want to admit that his room-mate was right, just like he didn’t want to admit that this situation was possibly out of his hands.
He was so fucking mad at her he couldn’t even get his feelings into words, but he also knew that that wasn’t her fault. It was his.
This whole situation could have been avoided from the beginning if he had of just talked to her about it. Hell, if he had have just talked to her from the minute they moved in, then he wouldn’t be sitting here like this… he’d be at home, and maybe she’d be there with them.
No, Mike was right. He either needed to do something or he needed to call it a night in head home. The latter seemed the easiest course of action, but he didn’t want to think about the lack of sleep he’d get over this… he was going to deal with this, and it was going to be tonight.

Without a second glance at Mike, Brooks headed out into the crowd of his rowdy team-mates. He could see Emily’s eyes scan the boys every few seconds, and he knew that she was looking for him from her vantage point up on the upper level.

The only thing that he could even think about as he got closer, was how fantastic she looked. She was wearing a tight, low-cut red shirt and a pair of tight, black shorts; the same as the girls in the club; but there was a different air about her. Unlike the rest of the women in the club, she was untouchable.
Her hair was down and curled into unnaturally perfect ringlets that framed her face. Her dark eyes were alight with excitement and worry, outlined by dark liner that extended her lids and gave her a cat-like look.
Brooks had always enjoyed the look of her legs, but he had never actually appreciated how long they were until tonight.
Nor did he realize just how curvy she was. The realization caused him to stop walking as he took a deep breath, feel just a tad insecure.

He could probably have any girl in here if he wanted to. He wasn’t even trying to be cocky with the thought; he was just stating a fact. It wasn’t even because this was a strip club either… he knew he had that power at almost any place he went.
But it wasn’t because they were interested in him; it was because they wanted his name, his money, and his fame.

The issue was, Emily already knew all that. She already knew who he was and what he did; and assuming she knew how to work ‘Google’ she could probably ballpark what he made a year.
She just didn’t care.

He still wanted answers and he still wanted to hear… something… from her, but he decided in that moment that he wouldn’t tell her that he wanted her or that he liked her. He’d get the truth from her about what she did and that would be it. He’d turn around, grab Mike, and leave.

The bouncer saw him before Emily did. He gave Brooks a rough stare, like he was trying to stare him off; but between his determinacy and the effects of the alcohol, it didn’t faze him. What did make him gulp, was when the bouncer nudged Emily and she looked over, catching his eye for the first time that night.
She looked up at the large man and nodded, telling him it was ok to leave.

Brooks climbed the stairs and then waited at the top as the guy moved past him. Emily gave him a sheepish grin and reached up, folding her arms across her chest self-consciously.
For a lack of better things to do, he shrugged at her, begging her to just answer his questions, without him having to ask them.
“So… enjoying your night?” She asked casually as Brooks stood on the edge of the deep end.

“Am I enjoying my night? That’s all you have to say? No… by the way this is where I work?” Brooks snapped, not caring that he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his anger.

“I don’t work here, this is-“

“Oh yah! This is a strip club, prostitutes work outside, right?”

Emily took a step back as he advanced towards her, his eyes flashing. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop trying to hide it! I’m right here, Emily!” Brooks yelled, holding his hands out to his side.

Emily shook her head and took another step back. “Ok, why are you yelling at me and what do you think I’m hiding? I’m not hiding anything!”

“Except for the fact that you’re a whore!” He sneered, finding some kind of solace as she winced against the name. “Yah, I know all about it… and you just… forgot to mention it? What was your plan, I actually tell you that I care about you and then come clean?”

Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I don’t- I’m not a whore. I don’t work here! I own this place… I own the whole fucking company! So don’t you call me a whore just because I’m standing here.”

“You own it?”

“Yes. I’m the CEO and Founder of Lost Pleasure Incorporated… we’re the second biggest party planning company in North America.”

Brooks opened his mouth to speak but he closed it again, taking a step back as he felt himself deflate. “So then why do you have all that stuff in your room? Why are you…? I don’t understand.”

“Some of the things in my room are for work, and some are mine. Part of what we do is pleasure parties for women during stag-ettes. You know, sex toys and things like-.” Emily stopped and cocked her head to the side. “Why do you know what’s in my room?”

“Oh my god!” Brooks laughed, loudly. He closed the gap between them and reached out for her. “That’s so funny! I thought you were a prostitute!”

“…” The noise that came out of Emily next, didn’t seem like it should have come from a person; at least not a living one.
Her eyes glowed with anger as she stared into him. “You thought I was a WHAT?!”

Brooks felt his pop open and his eyes go wide, but all he could do was hold his hands out in front of himself defensively. “I just… it was like… you were… and Mike started singing Roxanne-“

“You thought I had sex for money?! And you went through my room and looked at all my shit?! Are you kidding me??” She screamed, loud enough that she drew the attention of a few of the nearest people; even over the thumping music of the club.
Brooks started to back away but Emily was on a roll now, coming towards him like a cougar cornering her prey. “After everything that I have done for you… helping you with Cosmo, taking care of you and Mike when you couldn’t open the god-damned-dishwasher! And this is how you repay me? You come into my club and accuse me of being a prostitute?!”

He was confused. Brooks didn’t know what he should do, or shouldn’t do. Part of him was so terrified of Emily he wanted to jump over the railing and take his chances with the fall… the other half of him was so happy that she wasn’t a prostitute he could hardly deal with anything else.
She kept coming until she was so close to him he could smell the spearmint on her breath. “Any last words before I kick your ass out of here?” She hissed, her perfectly straight, white teeth clenched together as she spoke.

“I’m so happy right now.”

Emily’s eyes lost their intensity as she took a step back. “What?”

“I like you so fuckin’ much, Emily. I should have said something but… we got this idea in our head that you were… well, you know. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know if I could deal with that. It's selfish I know but I didn't say anything cause I needed you for myself.”

She should have stayed angry at him. She should have slapped him and called Brody to come toss him out, but she couldn’t, not when she heard those words.
Years. Years she had lived across the hall from him, dreaming about the day that he would show up and tell her that he wanted to be with her; she couldn’t just ignore that, even if she was furious.
So, it wasn’t exactly the way she had planned for it to happen, and she definitely wasn’t feeling flattered or particularly pretty in that moment, but she couldn’t make herself care.

He put his hands on her and she was done for... those words, paired with the feel of his powerful hands on her arms was too much. She looked up at him and he licked his lips, bending down to kiss the nape of her neck, before he worked his way up towards her ear; his hot breathing causing her to shiver involuntarily. "I've been waiting for you so long Emily, please don’t be mad." He moaned, his voice gruff and deep with want that she purred in response.
She nodded wordlessly, unable to say anything else; all she could think was that if they didn't leave soon, her panties were gonna melt off.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

21. Neighbourhood Whore

Sexy Bitch - David Guetta

When Emily said ‘sorry’, it came out more as a question than an actual apology, and Brooks had tried to act like he didn’t care when she said that she wasn’t able to watch Cosmo. After all, having his daughter at home with him, without anyone else to watch her, was a good enough reason for him to skip the bachelor party; a fact Mike wasn’t too happy about.
Regardless, he still couldn’t get the idea of her being ‘out there’ out of his head. Late, with some strange man, on a Saturday night… it just didn’t sit well with him. He'd trade a night in if it meant he knew where she was.

“Ok… you can’t just not go… it’s a team thing and the guys will be pissed.” Mike argued as he stood by the door, ready to leave.

Brooks sighed and handed Cosmo another block. “Mike look, I’d go but I have no one to watch her… Coach‘s wife watched her for the game so it wasn’t like I could just say ‘hey, wanna just take her home with you for the night‘?”

“And… if you had someone to watch her, you’d go?” He asked, in a tone that caused Brooks to cringe.


“No reason… Oh hey look! It’s Denise! Why Denise, what could you possibly be doing here so late on a Saturday?” Mike said cheerfully as he stuck his head out into the hallway. Brooks turned around to try and see out the door as Denise moved past Mike.

“Oh you know… just dropped by to congratulate you guys on your big win tonight and stay the night.” She said, grinning up at Mike as she spoke.

Mike smiled back down at her and pulled her against his chest. “Aww! That’s so nice. Isn’t that nice Brooks? Hey, I have an idea… how about Denise stays here and-”

“Yes! Ok! Fuck, I’m getting dressed.” Brooks huffed, getting up off the floor and stomping towards his room.

Even though Brooks took his time getting ready, stalling as long as possible, they still arrived at the club before most of the other guys.
In the same, broody mood that he’d been in for the past few days, Brooks tried to slink off towards a corner and remain unrecognizable, but Mike wouldn’t have it. He grabbed onto Brooks’ arm and tugged him up towards the stage, where some of the other boys were gathering.

The club was large, but not near capacity. The only people inside were members of the Capitals and a few other men, Brooks assumed were Knuble’s brothers and friends.
It was decorated to the nines, glamorous and seductive; the physical building and the girls working it. All of the women in the room were wearing Capitals’ jerseys, or at least what use to be jerseys.
The shirts were cut so short that Brooks could see the bottom of a girls breast as she strutted past him. Those were finished by a tiny pair of black shorts, too short to be comfortable.
All the guys seemed to enjoy it. They hooted and hollered, grabbing onto the girls as they went past and made more sexual innuendos than Brooks had heard before.

It wasn’t that he was opposed to strip clubs, normally he was nonchalant about the whole; if they wanted to go out, he’d go out. It wasn’t a place he desired to be, but it had also never been something he disliked. Until tonight.
There was something about the way Scott Walker was eyeing up one of the strippers that bothered Brooks beyond reason. He could just imagine that that girl was Emily, and that this was the way he’d acted towards her.

The idea disgusted him and made him sick to his stomach. It would be hard picturing Emily with another guy of her choice, but knowing that she probably had to deal with behaviour like this from guys she didn't like, made him angry. “Mike, I think I should go.” Brooks said quickly, yelling over the music as a girl climbed onto the stage.

“What? Why?”

“I wanna punch Walker in the face right now and I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He explained as he started to stand up.

“Not so fast lover boy.” A woman purred from behind him, grabbing onto his shoulders and pressing him back down into his seat. “You can’t go anywhere, I didn’t get to dance for you yet.”

Brooks glanced over at Mike for some kind of help as the girl began to walk around his chair, but Mike was staring at her with his mouth open. When she finally came to a stop in front of him and he could see her clearly, Brooks knew why.

She was too pretty for her own good. Her body was taut and firm, the muscles of her legs and abs flexed as she leaned towards him; but somehow she was still feminine enough that Brooks became hypnotized by her curves.
Her hair was blond and long. She pulled the wavy mass of it from behind her, until it was splayed across her chest, covering the Capitals’ logo.
She turned around and grabbed onto the arms of his chair with her hands, lowering herself down onto his lap.

With her hair out of the way, as it was, Brooks could see what was on the back of her jersey; his name and number. Or at least the part of his number that hadn’t been cut off in an attempt to make the jersey more ‘club friendly’.
She tilted her hips back, moving her ass up his thighs, towards his crotch.
Groaning, Brooks tried to take a deep breath, considering how long it had been since he’d had sex, this could end up bad.

He pulled his eyes away from her long enough to glance over at Mike, and regardless of any uncontrollable urges he was having at the time, the only one that boiled over was the need to laugh loudly.
Mike now had a girl grinding on top of him, and Mike’s hands were in front of his chest; as if he were trying to protect himself from some terrible monster… but that wasn’t what made Brooks laugh.

The look on Mike’s face was one that Brooks had seen many times growing up; although it had always been on his mother and not his friend. It was the same look his mother always got as she stood on top of a kitchen chair and screamed for him to come save her from a mouse, or a spider, or whatever else was loose in the house.
He basically looked like he was about to piss himself from fear.

Licking his lips, Brooks reached out and grabbed onto the girl, surprised to find that he wasn’t getting yelled at for touching her. He supposed that this was a private party, and these girls wouldn’t be opposed to rich hockey players trying to get on them. That wasn’t his intention though, and as he grabbed her, he also moved her away from his body. “Sorry.” He said into her ear, feeling her stiffen as his hot breath blow over her exposed skin.
She cocked her head to the side and pouted at him, imploring him to stay a bit longer.

Brooks seriously thought about it, but another quick look at Mike had him turning away from the blond girl and grabbing onto the brunette that was semi-assaulting his team-mate.
He moved her away, giving her an apologetic smile, before motioning for Mike to follow him.

When Brooks reached the bar, Mike was right behind him, still looking startled. “They didn’t do that the last time we were at a strip club!” He moaned as he grabbed onto the drink that the bar tender had placed in front of him.

“Yah well this is a private party so there’s different rules I guess.” Brooks suggested, taking as swig from his own rum and seven.

“We’re owned by Lost Pleasure Incorporated. All they do is stag, stag-ette parties and like… birthday parties and things like that. So we’re not actually a real strip club. Different rules, different girls… all that kinda stuff. And we have way better alcohol!
In fact, here…” He said, grabbing a bottle from the shelf and filling up to shot glasses. “Blue Label on the house.”

“Wow, thanks.” Mike said, downing his quickly.

Brooks rolled his eyes and watched as Mike gagged on the whiskey. “Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Mike sighed and whipped his mouth on his sleeve as he sat the shot glass back down. “I cheated on Denise.” He groaned after a long pause.

“Umm… what?” Brooks said, setting down his glass and turning to face Mike completely. “When? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

“What? You were just there…”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Mike retorted as they stared at each other, neither of them sure what was going on. “That girl was just on me!” He said loudly. “She totally touched my dick with her butt, too.” He added quietly, as if that was the most embarrassing thing to say in a strip club.

“Ok. You’re an idiot. That’s not cheating… I mean, I’m sure Denise will be happy you didn’t get a lap dance but… she knows you’re in a strip club, she knows it’s a bachelor party and I assume she knows strippers are going to try and get money from you.
I wouldn’t consider two seconds of a girl grinding on you cheating. Especially not if you could have seen your face.”

“Whatever.” Mike said, exhaling loudly as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m gonna call her and tell her I’m sorry.”

Brooks watched him go and shook his head, glancing back at the scene that he’d just left a few minutes ago.
It seemed like everyone was here now and having a good time; although Walker stood out a little too much for him.
A girl was leaning over in front of him, her jersey gone; replaced by a red string bikini. She had a test tube of alcohol stuck in between her breasts and she was leaning over in front of him.
He took the tube out of her cleavage with his teeth and tipped his head back, downing the liquid in one gulp. Brooks felt a growl emitting from his chest and he turned away; flagging the bar tender back for another drink.

Four drinks later, Mike found his way back to Brooks and grabbed onto him. “Maybe we should take off?” He asked quickly, glancing around the room.

“Why, Denise isn’t actually mad is she?”

Mike shook his head. “No, she’s not but… I think we should go.”

“Why?” Brooks asked again, pulling himself from Mike’s grasp and grabbing onto the other drink in front of him.

Groaning, Mike leaned into Brooks, speaking into his ear. “Emily’s here. I just saw her on my way back.”

Brooks’ head shot up and he started to look around frantically, his eyes finding the scantly clad girls in the club and scanning their faces for a familiar one. “Where? Where? I don’t see her- what was she wearing?”

Mike bit his lip, and his delay caused Brooks to turn around and look at him. “Umm… not a whole lot.”

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

20. Feeling Under Appreciated

“Could you not wear pink please?” Brooks sighed as he watched Mike come around the corner, in the process of popping his collar up.
They were getting ready for their weekly trip to the grocery store, and Brooks was not looking forward to it.
Cosmo was never in a good mood, having to stay in the cold, metal cart the whole time, and Mike always wanted everything he saw.

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with wearing a pink dress shirt… lots of guys do, it’s the cool thing now.” He explained as he walked into the living room to meet Brooks and Cosmo.

Brooks rolled his eyes and motioned for Mike to grab Cosmo’s bag off the counter. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Mike nodded in agreement as he slung the black diaper bag over his shoulder and followed his room-mate out the door.

The Whole Foods was only a few blocks away, but even so, they drove there. One, they were too lazy to walk and two, even though they were only buying groceries for 2 men and a child, they always ended up with way more then they came for.

They had just parked the SUV and were heading in towards the store when Brooks cellphone went off.
Glancing down Brooks felt himself go ridged as he saw the caller ID: Scott Walker. “Umm… hey Scott, what’s up?”

“Hey Brooks! I was just thinking yesterday after I got home that I was a total moron yesterday, I forgot to invite you and Mike to the bachelor party! This Saturday at the Cat’s Scratch… right after the game.”

“The what?”

“For Knuble… remember? Dude’s getting married in a couple weeks?”

Brooks nodded to himself as he glanced over at Mike. “Oh yah, I guess we forgot… no that’s cool, we’ll see you there.”

“What was that about?” Mike asked, before Brooks had even stowed his phone back in his pocket.

Sighing, Brooks motioned for Mike to keep moving towards the store. “Bachelor party tomorrow night, apparently in the whole ‘telling me he was sleeping with a prostitute’ thing, Walker forgot to mention it.

Mike made a face at him, raising his eyebrows and trying to keep Brooks talking, but he refused, just giving Mike a shake of his head before he pulled out a shopping cart and began to strap Cosmo in. “Are you sure that you wanna go? I mean, is it gonna be weird hanging out with him?”

“Does it matter?” Brooks interjected quickly as he began to push the cart down one of the outer isles. “I play on the same team with him, I’m gonna have to get over it at some point. Might as well be now.”

Mike didn’t argue with him, or say anything at all as they began to fill the cart with food.
It wasn’t until they were rounding the last corner in the frozen section, that Mike started trying to reason with Brooks again. “I don’t see why you couldn’t just go talk with her, you know? Like just get an answer from her, figure out what’s going on.”

“Mike please, I don’t need advice on this from someone, especially not you.”

Trying to ignore the tone of the comment Mike continued. “Ok so, maybe I don’t have the best relationship but I mean, I’m in one. I know that you need to communicate with someone or it doesn’t work…”

“You and Dennis don’t communicate.”

“And that’s why I know it doesn’t work!” He said, louder then he had intended to. He glanced around and saw a few people watching them, so he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Brooks. “I’m just trying to help you… I know I’m not the best person for that but… I’d be nice if you could at least pretend to respect me once in a while.”

“I do respect you!” Brooks snapped back, not caring at all if he was being loud. He’d been trying to pent up his emotions for so long he was positive he’d boil over if he didn’t let his walls down.

Mike didn’t want to start fighting with Brook, especially not after everything else he was going through, but Mike wasn’t exactly in a peachy mood either, so he didn’t hold back. “No… no I don’t think you do! I cooked yesterday and you didn’t even-”

“You’re a horrible cook.”

“-well, I also cleaned up the-”

“You can’t work the dishwasher.”

“I am always there for you when you need me! I deserve respect!!”

“I don’t want to talk about this now Mike.” Brooks said finally, looking away and trying to change the conversation.

“No? Well when’s good for you?! I’m sick of having to work around your schedule. I know that I’m not perfect, but you need someone to talk to and I am trying to be that person for you!

I’m just, I’m annoyed and I’m kind of feeling like you’re leaving me out in left field right now. I don’t know what I’m suppose to do and you won’t even talk to me!” Mike finished with a sigh, folding his arms over his chest and walking a few steps away from where Brooks was standing; his hands still on the cart as Cosmo sucked her thumb.

“Mike, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ Brooks began to say, but he cut off when he saw a woman approach him.

“Excuse me… I hate to interrupt but… you two look great together… whatever is going on, you should try to work it out for this beautiful little girl.” The stranger said, smiling down at Cosmo who was now looking up at the woman.

Exactly, thank you.” Mike said, his outburst already having died down. They watched her walk away and Mike smiled after her, but Brooks stood with his mouth agape. Mortified.

“Fuck. Mike, she thinks we’re together.”

“We are together.”

“No, she thinks we’re gay.”

“No she doesn’t!”

Brooks closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Damnit! I told you not to wear pink!”

Mike attempted a few more times to get something out of Brooks, but he was unsuccessful at best. Brooks had become unresponsive, playing quietly with Cosmo until she fell asleep and then retreating into his room.

Even when Emily came over for a few minutes to say 'hi', he wouldn't come back out.

Mike felt horrible, like he was the worst friend ever.

All he could do was retreat into his own room and hope that this funk didn't last forever. He wanted to do more but at the same time he was positive that anything he might say was only going to put Brooks into a worse mood.

Mike kicked around his room, playing some xbox, painting and then resorting to calling Denise.

She sounded surprised to hear from him, and Mike was surprised to find that her voice made him feel instantly better. "Hey... I wasn't expecting to hear from you... everything ok?"

"Yah." Mike said, momentarily forgetting why he'd called in the first place. "Actually, no... it's not really." Denise went silent on the other end, waiting for Mike to elaborate, when he didn't she started talking again.

"Is there something I can help you with or... did you just want me to take your mind off it?"

Mike thought about that, not sure what he needed the most right now, sighing he flopped down onto his bed, stretching out on his back. "Just talk about something... non-hockey related right now, please?"

Denise hummed for a second as she finished filing away a few documents. She slipped away past the mayor's office and jogged into the side room, through the empty hall that lead to her office. She closed the door behind her and locked it, hoping that if anyone was left in the building this late, they'd leave her alone for a few minutes. She sighed and flopped down onto her cushy office chair, kicking off her heels and lifting her legs up onto the desk.

Finding something to talk about with Mike was hard enough, finding something totally non-hockey related was going to be almost impossible. He'd been so consumed with hockey since he was a child, even more so after he reached high-school... she was going to have to go back.

Glancing around her office she saw a pic of Mike and her at their grade 10, Winter Formal. It sparked an idea.

"Hey, remember biology class?" She asked softly as a smile spread across her face.

"Biology? No! I only passed biology class because you were my lab partner. Nothing good ever came out of that class."

She stiffled her giggle as she answered, "not even Mr. Bubbles?"

Mike couldn't believe how hard that name caused him to laugh, it had literally been years since he even thought about that dead, stinky frog. "Oh man... the frog disection, how could I forget about that?"

"Hmm probably cause you didn't do it." She quipped back, rolling her eyes as she remembered the lab module that had brought them together in the first place.

They had always known each other, always got along. Growing up in the same neighbourhood and going to school together from kingdergarten right up till high school, there was no way they could have avoided each other totally... but it was that class that created the relationship they still held onto.

"I remember, I stuck a stick in him and Chris Michaels and I were having sword fights... you kept yelling at me cause you're terrifed of frogs."

"I think I was more terrified of the idea of a dead frog getting in my hair somehow..."

"True. You didn't want to touch him though, even when it came the time to dissect him, but you did anyway." Mike added, remembering the day vividly.

"I know, I only did it because we would have failed the class if I let you mutalate him."

Mike snorted, rolling his eyes. "Whatever Ms. Govern General award... there was no way you'd fail that class, you could have skipped the last half of the year and still passed. You did it becaues you didn't want me to fail the class, you told me so."

Denise smiled to herself. "Only because you would have been kicked off the school's hockey team." She added softly. "I didn't want that to happen."

Mike rolled onto his side and looked over at the picture of Denise and him at their grade 10, Winter Formal - the same picture she was currently looking at. He thought about all the times like that, ever since they were kids, where she'd gone out of her way to make sure he was ok. All the times she had made him feel like he was important, like he was loved and respected. "I remember. Thank you."

"That was a long time ago Mike, and I'm pretty sure you already thanked me for it."

"No, not for that... for everything. I can always count on your Denise. I appreciate you, I always have, but I probably don't tell you that enough."

Denise sighed and felt the smile spread even further across her lips. "I know."

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

19. Confused

“Who do you think it is?”

“Shut up, Mike.” Brooks hissed under his breath as he pulled his pads on for practice.

Somehow he’d been able to avoid Emily as she picked up Cosmo after she’d arrived back at the apartment, and Brooks was in the clear as far as calling her ‘work place’ went. He’d explained everything to Mike, who in turn had lied to Emily and told her that he just wanted to know when she’d be back.
It seemed to work anyway, cause at this moment Emily was hanging out with Cosmo somewhere, supposedly oblivious to the thickening plot that was developing around her and Brooks. “Think its Jose? I think its Jose… you should go punch him.”

“Mike!” Brooks snapped, slamming the roll of hockey tape down on the bench in between them. “Even if it was… I’m not going to punch anyone. I have no reason to… she’s at perfect liberty to fuck whoever she wants.”
He tried to keep his tone even but he was sure Mike could probably hear how much he didn’t agree with what he was saying.
Wasn’t there some kind of law that said a girl couldn’t fuck multiple guys on the same team?

Even so, Brooks lifted his head and shot an angry glare at Jose as the goalie laughed along with something Semin was saying. He shook his head, trying to clear away any ill emotions he was feeling, but that became almost impossible as Ovechkin came into the room. “Just what I needed today.” Brooks sighed, glancing over at Mike who was waving to the loud Russian; his eyes wide like he was in complete awe, as usual. “Jesus Christ.” Brooks murmured as he got up and pulled his shoulder pads on.

“I’m so serious right now! You need to fucking see what she can do… I was railing her but she was doing some weird fucking gymnastics shit.” Ovie continued as he moved through the locker-room towards his stall. “I can’t even explain to you how good this girl can fuck.”

The next time Brooks looked down at Mike, he was no longer watching Ovie.

Their eyes met and Mike made a quick jerk with his head, as if trying to tell Brooks to not do whatever he was thinking about doing. Brooks and Ovie had had a few run-ins before, and it never ended up in Brooks’ favor, especially not once Boudreau got involved.

Brooks tried to keep that in mind, tried to keep himself focused on getting ready, but he couldn’t. “Backstrom… you need to see the titties on this girl.”

“Enough!” Brooks finally spat, turning around to face a glowering Russian.

“Problem?” Alex asked sarcastically as he pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet.

Brooks nodded. “Yah, I got a problem… how about you shut the fuck up?”

Alex glanced back and forth between Backstrom and Brooks as if figuring something out in his head. He finally gave his friend a small smirk, before he turned around to face Brooks completely. “How ‘bout you sit down, and I forget this happened… unless you wanna keep running your mouth off at me, then we can take this outside.”

“Or we can finish this right now, you dumb shit. What? You don’t have enough girls throwing themselves at your feet; you have to go pay for it? Or is it just because you know who she is?”

Alex furrowed his brow in confusion before glancing around the room, looking for an answer. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Emily, you idiot! I know you were with her yesterday!”

“Whoa! Like… your neighbor?” Brooks nodded and scowled at Alex. “Well, I wasn’t with her yesterday… and what the fuck are you talking about paying?”

The whole room went quiet and Brooks glanced behind him to make sure that none of the coaching staff had come into the room yet. Mike was the only person standing behind him, and he looked terrified. “I… ah… never mind.”

“Brooks.” Someone said quietly from the side of the room. Everyone in the locker-room turned to look at Scott Walker who was sitting on the bench. “I was with that Emily girl yesterday.”

Brooks just nodded; it was all he could really do. Walker was a good guy, one of the older guys who had watched out for him when he first got drafted to the team. “Would you maybe… let me explain though?” He added quickly, motioning towards the door with his head.

Mike just shrugged and gave Brooks a tug towards the door, as Walker pushed it opened. Brooks and Scott walked a few feet away from the door before they said anything. “Listen Brooks… you don’t have anything to be worried about, ok? She likes you, I know she does… she talked about you a lot the few times I did meet up with her and, well I figure that’s what you’re so upset about… what with your little outburst there at Ovie.

But seriously, please don’t tell my wife… and don’t tell the other guys on the team ok? If they ask just say I was having lunch with her or something… I just…” He sighed and shook his head before looking back up at Brooks. “My wife will kill me. She’ll seriously take my balls and pull them out my mouth.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“What else am I suppose to do?” Was all he said, before he turned around and headed back into the locker-room, leaving Brooks standing in the middle of the hallway, alone.

“So what are you gonna do?” Mike asked as he

"I don't know... what am I suppose to do? We were already over this. I can't stop her Mike-"

"Maybe she'd stop if you asked her to."

Brooks exhaled loudly as he shook the thought away. He tilted his head to the right and let it land with a thud against the passenger window of Mike's truck.
They sat in the black vehicle, outside of the apartment complex, knowing that as soon as they ascending the stairs to their apartment, they'd have to come face to face with Emily. Brooks just wasn't ready for that at the moment. "Walker said she'd talk about me. He said that she liked me." He added absently as he gazed out the window at the large, brick building.
The words felt so foreign coming out of his mouth.

Everything felt foreign in that moment. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was eating away at him; he couldn't figure out what the big deal was.
He knew what she did, knew who she was doing it with, yet the confirmation - the full knowledge - that she was with a team-mate of his, was just too much.
Brooks knew that he shouldn't care, that he should try to go back on his idea to come out into the open, but he just couldn't deal with it.

"That's a good thing, then. Right? Or wait, is it?" Mike said, pulling Brooks out of his contemplation. "I mean, are we still wanting Emily to like you or... you're going to need to talk to me here man, I'm lost."

"It's just... real now, you know?" He asked, knowing full well that Mike had no idea what he was going through, but he continued on anyway. "I mean... I knew, but- what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Mike opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped, not sure what Brooks needed to hear. "I just... fuck! I shouldn't have so many issues like this. You and Denise... you guys are fucked up, like really... but you're still in a better situation than me." Mike nodded along, not at all denying the fuck-upness of his situation. He had sex to an egg-timer... but at least he was having sex.

"I still think you should just talk to her about it." He said, still defiantly repeating the same thing over and over again, that he had been since they left the rink. "You have to face her at some point and you might as well get it over with... unless you've changed your mind about the whole thing?"

To that didn't have an answer, and after waiting full five-minutes without getting anything more, Mike pushed open the driver's door and ambled up the walk towards the apartment.
He pushed the door open and disappeared inside, leaving Brooks in the truck.

After spending another few minutes alone in solitude, Brooks finally got out of the truck and headed towards him home. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say to Emily, if he was going to say anything, but he knew he couldn't stay out there all night.

When he reached the landing, his door opened and Emily walked out backwards, laughing at something Mike was saying to her.
She turned around and headed towards her place, but stopped and glanced over her shoulder at Brooks. "Hey, I was wondering if you got lost." She smiled, turning around to face him.
Brooks shrugged and finished climbing the last few stairs between them. When he reached the floor, he stood still, staring down at her until she bit her lip awkwardly. "Good practice?"

"It was ok." He said quietly as he continued to search her face for some kind of indication as to what he was supposed to do.
He wanted to be mad, or at the very least, feel nothing. He wanted her to change, her face to take on some different shape or features, something that would make her unremarkable. But as he watched her that didn't happen, she stayed Emily, the same girl she had always been before.
Sure she had her secrets and her double-life, but she was still the same dependable, kind, pretty girl from across the hall that he had come to know. "I should let you get going... have a good night, Emily."

She nodded and watched him a minute longer before she wished him goodnight and back to her apartment.
He watched her until she closed the door behind her and he heard the lock click, before he opened the door to his right.

Cosmo was sitting in front of the door and she squealed when she saw her father. "Dadda!"

"Hey baby girl... did you have a good time here while daddy was at work?"

"Em-me." She said, pointing at the door. "Em-me!"

"Yah I know..." He sighed softly as he scooped her up in his arms. "I wish she was here too."