𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 is the twin sister of John Booker Routledge, and the daughter of John Routledge. Brooklyn has always been close to her family, but until the disappearance of her father nine months ago, she and John B are on a mis...
season one ; episode ten { The Phantom } chapter thirty-nine
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BROOKLYN HADN'T SLEPT a wink the night before. Instead she sat against the wall while her boyfriend slept peacefully beside her. She had her hand in his hair, softly combing through his bed hair. His head was pressed against her thigh and his arm was wrapped around her leg like a child who couldn't let go of his mother.
JJ gave her leg a squeeze before saying, "Morning, darling. You okay?"
"Morning, love." Her lips upturned into a sweet smile that JJ couldn't quite resist. "I'm okay. I'm just... worried about John B." Brooklyn sighed, tracing her fingers over his cheek. "I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye to him. Me and him are supposed to get out of this place and live in a shack in Costa Rica with our dad, but-." JJ peered up at his girlfriend who didn't look as happy as before. "John B is an apparent criminal who needs to get out of here. It just sucks that I have to let him go soon."
JJ groaned as he pulled himself up. He leaned his head into her shoulder and kept their hands intertwined. "Brooklyn, do you want to go with him? Stay with your brother?"
"What?" Brooklyn glanced down at JJ who was avoiding looking at her. "No- no... I- I don't know, JJ. No, I want to-."
"Look, you don't have to stay if you don't want to. You love John B and-."
"But I want to stay with you." Brooklyn admitted. She gave his hand a small squeeze and said, "I feel like you'll be in my life for a long time. Like... the guy I'm going to marry and move away with... that's what I imagine whenever I'm with you."
JJ smiled goofily and Brooklyn noticed the blush that was highlighting his face up which brought a smile out of Brooklyn. "One day, we're gonna get out of here. We're gonna save up some money, travel the world like you wanted. We can get married on a beach with just our friends. We're gonna have three kids, two girls and a boy."
"Are you aware that you're not having these kids?" She laughed, nudging him softly. "But I love that plan. What are their names?"
"Uh... I don't know."
"Oh, come on, you have obviously named our children." She knew him well enough to know that he has probably thought about it. She certainly has.
"Okay." He sat up and turned to face Brooklyn. "Our girls will be called Lily and Leilani. Our boy will be called Harvey."
Sure, Brooklyn was a sixteen year old girl but when she met JJ at just eight years old, she knew he would be around in her life for a long time. Hearing his plan, hearing the names of their children brought warmth to her heart. She could picture having a perfect family with him, travelling around the world and collecting all the HardRock Cafe t-shirts. Brooklyn could see the photo albums, the ridiculous photos she, him and their kids would take outside of famous monuments like the Eiffel Tower or the Statue of Liberty. Brooklyn could see JJ and her living by the beach and running to the sea every morning before breakfast. Perfect.
Warmth blossomed in Brooklyn's chest, sparks igniting as JJ leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, JJ's lips impossibly soft against her own.
She hovered over his lips and said, "Sounds like a plan... Brooklyn Avery Maybank."
"I like it too."
Brooklyn rested her cheek against his head. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and pushed a kiss to his head.
"Brooklyn, I wanted to just say I—."
He was cut off when Kiara walked in. "Come on, lovers. We need to get on with the day."
Brooklyn let out a loud groan, shielding her head into his head. "Kiara!"
"Come on!"
Brooklyn, JJ, Kiara and Pope had slept at The Wreck the night before instead of going home to their families. Brooklyn could feel the tension between Pope and Kiara after she basically broke his heart after he confessed how he felt for her.
She and Kiara discussed it last night while Pope and JJ attempted to make food for the girls. Kiara cared for Pope but she didn't feel the same, she wasn't exactly sure how she felt. Brooklyn didn't want to ask, of course, but she was sort of wondering if Kiara had feelings for her. Brooklyn wasn't even sure why she thought about that... She shouldn't even care because she was with JJ.
"He's pinched for sure, man."
"No. They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him." Pope peered out the window, seeing JJ and Brooklyn were also there.
"Let's hope."
"You know, we were in that car. They're probably looking for us, too." Kiara sat up on her chair. "More so Brooklyn than anyone else."
"Well, if we're gonna be outlaws, we might as well help John B." Pope suggested.
"So, find him before they do?" Pope grabbed the keys from his jacket pocket and began to walk off. "Pope?"
"I'm gonna get gas for the boat."
"Hey, you be careful." Kiara warned, receiving a deadly glare from the boy. A glare that frightened Brooklyn. "Okay?"
"Meet me at the dock at three. Don't be late." He pointed over to Brooklyn and JJ but he didn't even acknowledge Kiara's presence.
Kiara pushed open the door and rushed down the steps to chase after the boy. She yelled, "Okay, what is your problem?"
"No problem, Officer. I'm just doing my job." Pope climbed onto the motorcycle.
"Look, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings."
The engine began to rev so loudly that he could block out the sound of Kiara's voice. "What was that?"
"Look, I didn't mean to."
"Sorry, I can't hear you. What was that?"
Brooklyn rushed down to help out Kiara because what Pope was doing was rude and there was no need for him to treat Kiara like that. "Look, stop being a dick. She's trying to apologise."
"What?"
"Pope, I'm being serious-." Her voice was cut off again. "I'm trying to talk to you!"
Pope drove off.
Brooklyn placed a hand on Kiara's shoulder, rubbing it slowly with her thumb before pulling her in for a side hug. Kiara leaned her head into Brooklyn's shoulders, one arm snaking around her lower waist. They stayed close to one another before their eyes peeled over to the helicopter flying above their heads. Could that be for John B?
"Who the hell is that?"
𝐓𝐁𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ →i'm gonna try and drag out the last few chapters because i don't want this to end :( BUT SEASON 2 IS OFFICIAL SO WOO
