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Brooklyn Millor closed her eyes as she relaxed on the roof of her house.
She was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. She barely slept -maybe a few hours a week- and her emotions were all over the place, but could you blame her?
Her only packmate was gone.
Her best friend…
The girl who was so damaged but somehow so strong. The two should have never been friends but in some strange way, they fit each other.
They were polar opposites...then again, they do say opposites attract.
That was definitely true in their situation.
Brook always looked for the good in others, while Lia always saw the bad.
Brook was quick-tempered and would react instantly if someone was mean to either her or Lia, which typically was a shock to others because she seemed like a passive and submissive person outwardly.
Sadly for those guys, her werewolf side was a tad overprotective and reactive towards arrogant assholes.
But she never really harmed someone unless they were violent first.
Now, Lia on the other hand did not yell or angrily argue with the jerks, instead, she made sarcastic comments and filed what they said away for later. And when later came, she would show her cruel side that was a little too childish.
What Brook meant by that is Lia wouldn’t hurt the person directly.
Typically it depended on what was said.
If the ass was just mocking them, Lia would destroy their lives by ruining scholarships, their social media, and by spreading rumors that ruined them.
Or sometimes she puts curses on them to cause them to have terrible hygiene, terrible hair day every day, or curse them to say inappropriate things at just the wrong times.
She was a vindictive bitch, and Brook loved her more than anything else.
But if the jerks said something incredibly cruel. Well, Lia’s dark side really showed then.
She would curse people to have stinging cuts appear on their bodies at random times.
Also to have constant migraines, or be extremely sad all the time.
One time, when a kid threatened to rape Brook, Lia purposely broke many of his bones at different times and made it appear as if the boy was just super clumsy. Brook knew she would have rather killed him but Lia always respected Brooks wishes to not go that far.
Then there were their hobbies.
They were so different but at the same time they crossed over one another.
For example, if Brook wrote a book or poem, Lia would make art for it.
Or if Brook wanted to binge watch some superhero movies, Lia would watch as well because she just loved to binge watch random stuff, even if she wasn’t that into it.
Then there was dancing, that was one of her favorites and Lia would always practice martial art beside her or point out things in dance moves that appeared very martial arty.
Then there was the bond they shared.
Maybe it had to do with her being a werewolf or they were just that close.
Sometimes Brook could predict when Lia was struggling or know how to find her instinctively. Which mattered right now to her because even though everyone thought that Lia and the other two morons were dead, Brook had a feeling she wasn’t.
But she couldn’t prove it, so none of the others listened to her.
Brook sighed, staring up at the night sky.
Lia would come back, she always did. Even when they were younger.
Lia was always there for her, and she held out hope that she would be here again.
Even if there was a crushing weight on her chest telling her differently.
And if she never saw her again...she would hold onto the memories they shared.
Especially the first conversation they ever had. It was after Lia had saved her from a group of boys that were living with them at the foster home.
They had decided to start bullying her, so Lia stepped in, threatening them into backing off. After that, the conversation that issued started a beautiful friendship.
“My name is Brook, what’s yours?” Brook asked, giving Lia an excited look.
Was she going to regret saving her?
“Liana,” She replied shortly.
Maybe if she was a bitch, Brook would get lost.
“Have you been here long?” Brook asked, curiously.
Never mind then, the girls definitely did not know how to take a hint.
“Nope, just got placed here after I punched a kid in the face,” Lia said, trying to scare her off.
“Oh, well I’m sure you had a reason,” Brook commented, smiling at her.
Lia stared at her in disbelief for a moment.
This girl...
“Right…” Lia said, slowly. Maybe if she upset her, she would go away. “Why are you in foster care?”
“My family died in a hit and run, I had nowhere else to go,” Brook said, pain flashing through her eyes.
Oh…
Yeah, that sucked.
Now, she felt bad.
She didn’t like feeling bad.
“Sorry,” Lia apologized, awkwardly.
“It’s okay, I know they would want me to be happy and make the best out of this situation,” Brook said, plastering on a cheerful face.
Ok, what?
“The best out of this situation?” Lia repeated, completely caught off guard.
How was she so...whatever she is?
It was like she was a physical manifestation of sunshine.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ll get to meet a lot of new people that I would have met before. And I’ll find a new family, one that maybe this time I won’t lose,” Brook said, looking hopeful.
Lia wanted to scream.
Brook was screwed, so screwed.
She had to grow up.
She had to understand how hard this life can really be.
“Look, Brook, this isn’t an easy life. People are not nice, they don’t care for orphans. It’s about money for many. And holding onto that type of viewpoint will destroy you,” Lia said, with a gentle touch to her voice.
“I don’t believe that,” Brook said, shaking her head.
Oh, god...
“Then what do you believe?” Lia asked, exasperated.
“I believe everything will be okay for us, I just know it,” Brook said, looking like she actually believed what she just said.
How was this girl so naive?
“How are you so optimistic?” Lia asked, disbelief clear in her voice.
“I have hope,” Brook answered, staring at Lia shyly.
Hope?
She has to be joking...
“There is no hope in this type of life, you better get used to it,” Lia said, bluntly. Brook needed to hear this, it’s the only way she would survive this life.
“But what if hope is all I have left?” Brook wondered, with a vulnerable expression on her face.
Lia stared at the other girl, suddenly seeing through the optimistic mask she wore, to see the scared little girl that was hanging from a thread just underneath the skin, and at that moment, Lia changed her approach.
“Then hold on to it...and never let go,” Lia said, softly. “Don’t let anyone take it from you.”
“But what if you’re right, what if I can’t stop myself from losing it or from someone taking it?” Brook asked, scared.
Lia lowered her eyes, thinking quickly.
When she finally raised her eyes back up the Brooks, there was something different in her usually cold eyes.
“You won’t,” Lia said, with a determination clear in her eyes.
“How do you know?” Brook asked, looking confused.
“Because I’ll be there to make sure you don’t,” Lia promised.
Brook's eyes started to water, “Does that mean we’re friends?” She asked, timidly.
“I supposed, sunshine,” Lia said, softly.
“Sunshine?” Brook wondered.
“You’re a ball of happiness ergo sunshine,” Lia said, with a nonchalant look on her face.
“I like it, I’ll call you angel,” Brook said, with a bright smile on her face.
Lia furrowed her brow. “I’m no angel…” she said, confused but also offended. She was in no way an angel.
“You’re my guardian angel,” Brook declared, with a pleased look on her face.
Lia laughed for the first time in a long time. “Yeah, I guess I am,” She conceded, mainly because she remembered that the devil was once an angel, so the nickname may not be that bad.