||it's you||brooklyn wyatt||

chapter two

millie's pov;

as told, i got ready to leave my flat to see jack. i haven't seen him in a while but that's due to tour and my youtube.

my face is so red from all the crying but it's whatever.

i'm his younger sister, my birthday is october 10th 2000.

jack's always been slightly over protective with me, but all older brothers are.

i pulled up at their flat, and started walking up the stairs because lifts scare me.

messages;

me; hey jacky, i'm here.

jacky🧸; where?

and as that was sent i was right in front of him.

"oh my god, millie, i missed you."

he pulled me into a hug and span us around, "hey, dude. i missed you."

"so, you took the stairs. still shit scared of lifts?" he joked.

i punched him in the arm, "still a little bitch, i'm guessing?"

"oh that's it." he laughed.

we play fought for a while, until someone cleared their throat to speak.

"so, jack. who's this?" the voice said.

"oh god, brook. that's millie."

we both got up, "i'm going to get you back, loser." jack teased.

"oh yeah?" i challenged.

he nodded.

i introduced myself, "yep, millie."

"i'm brook, very nice to meet you. you're very beautiful."

"cheers, nice to meet you, too."

"so, you guys always play fight?" he asked.

"yeah, only because i tease her about being scared of lifts." jack teased again.

"fuck you, jack."

"lads come here. oh, by the way, i'm andy." he shook my hand.

nice one.

"wow, who's this?"

"oi, mikey. this is my sister, you know, millie."

"she's very pretty, nice to meet you."

"likewise."

"i'm rye."

"nice to meet you all."

"you guys can go now," jack said, but brooklyn just stood there, "and you, brooklyn."

he laughed, "crap, sorry, my bad."

he left, then jack and i sat on the sofa to talk.

"so, how've you been?" i asked.

"great, miss you loads, though. everything okay with you, after?"

"i'm okay, stressing over my channel too much." i sighed.

"mills, you're great. liam on the other hand, is a dickhead." he said.

i nodded, jack wiped the tears from my eyes.

i sniffed, "thank you, jack. forget him."

he pulled me into another hug, "no worries, wanna stay the night?"

"sure."

he kissed my cheek and we played on the x-box for a while.

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"ha, beat that." i laughed at my brother.

"what the hell, you just annihilated me?"

"don't mess with the best, cuz the best don't mess, ya little bitch." i laughed again.

"i wanna re match."

"oi, oi. what's all the laughing and shouting?"

i think it was brook that asked.

then all the rest followed.

"she only just thrashed me on fucking fifa." jack groaned, followed by him putting the controller on the table.

the boys sat around us, "quite the gamer, then eh, millie?" rye asked.

"guess so. anyone else up for a game?"

"i'll play ya." andy said.

i raised an eyebrow, "oh yeah?"

he nodded, "game on."
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twitter;

@/roadtriptv; jack's in a mood because his sister beat him 8-3 on fifa😅-brook❤️
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hey guys!!

thank you for reading 'chapter two.'

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