#side nina x shuga

[artificialqueens]

we’ll get there [pt. 1] (plastique/brooke) - scheherazade

A/N: yeet, it’s my first time posting and it’s a fic challenge ! i decided to go with these:

rare pair: plastique/brooke

tropes: 1) reuniting after a long time apart and 2) besties who’re secretly inlove with each other and neither knows

bonus: lesbian au

Summary: Brooke and Vanjie break up and Brooke is thrust into the aftermath where there are broken friendships & inner turmoil to be found. She gets by with a little help from an old friend.

How dare she?

“I deserve better,”

Better than what?

“Better than what you can give me.”

Brooke slammed open the door of her and Nina’s dorm room, the customized rainbow number plate they hung dangerously swinging from the impact. She threw her bag in a random direction and face-planted on her bed. She buried her face in the covers to muffle her scream.

“Oh no mama, I know that look. C'mon Brooke, understand me here. We just ain’t workin’ out.”

How can she decide that?

Brooke heard a familiar laughter from around the corner. The sound got louder and louder and Brooke groaned.

“Brooke?” Her face was still buried in the covers but she knew that it was her roommate. “I—we didn’t know you were here.”

She remembered when Nina didn’t sound so surprised to see her. Back when she didn’t practically live in her girlfriend’s (ex’s) pocket.

“Yeah. We thought you’d be with your girlfriend.”

The laugh Brooke heard earlier was definitely Yvie’s. Fuck. She didn’t know if she could handle their…issues above everything else. She hoped that Yvie would notice her mood and drop any attitude that she would probably give. Not that it wasn’t deserved.

“Girlfriend? Not anymore.” Brooke intended for her reply to be biting. She wanted it to reflect the anger she felt at that moment but at the last word, her voice broke. Her cheeks burned in humiliation.

The bed dipped beside her and she felt a hand on her shoulder. Warm. “Will you be okay?”

Brooke really doesn’t know. She voiced that thought to Nina.

“Do you need anything?”

It was shameful the way she immediately blurted out her ex’s name. Someone scoffed and even without seeing, Brooke knew that it was Yvie. She probably rolled her eyes too and crossed her arms, the combination she did when she found something particularly ridiculous and dumb. Brooke was familiar with it once.

Nina tutted and Brooke heard a placating “Okay fine,” from Yvie (who probably also threw up her arms, if Brooke remembered) before she heard the door shut.

“Sorry about her.” Nina apologized.

Brooke didn’t reply. Her mind was too busy going into overdrive about everything that was wrong in her life. Between the unexpected break-up and everything else, she just wanted to chug her ballet teacher’s Russian vodka and hope that her problems solved themselves.

“Nina?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I want a hug.”

“C'mere baby,”

Brooke shuffled around until she was in her roommate's—and best friend’s, if Nina still considered her that—arms. She curled inwards in an attempt to make herself smaller. She snuffled and was embarrassed to realize that she had started crying. Brooke tried to regulate her breathing and bit her lip to stop it from wobbling and setting off a wave of tears.

It didn’t matter because when Nina tightened her hug and started stroking her hair, she was undone. Her walls let down, just for this moment.

“N—Are you angry at me too? Like Yvie?” If she was going to cry, she might as well cry about everything wrong; might as well bite the bullet.

“No. But I am disappointed. And sad. Mostly sad.”

Nina didn’t explain and Brooke didn’t question her further, too afraid of the conversation escalating and losing the only comfort she had for the day.

•

“You’re late Ms. Hytes.”

Brooke almost fell to her knees apologizing, true to the Canadian way. She had woken up this morning to a covered plate of pancakes with a sticky note beside it. Nina wrote using a pink glittery pen and questionable handwriting. She must’ve rushed.

made pancakes for u. there’s maple syrup on the counter the brand u likeee sry didn’t wake u up u look like u need rest. take it easy brooke :) Nina <3

It was sweet and really warmed her heart but one glance at the clock made it freeze. She ate the pancakes quickly (but not before drizzling them in syrup) and dropped the dishes in the sink and reminded herself to wash it later. Afterwards, she ran and repeatedly apologized as she hit a lot of people on the way.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Visage, I woke up late today and I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Just get over there,” she motioned to the seats and Brooke complied, murmuring another apology.

She ignored Vanjie who sat between Silky and A'keria and the lack of empty seat somewhere between the three that was usually reserved for Brooke. She opted to sit between Gia and Jujubee who seemed to be discussing something with Raven. She settled in her seat and turned to Gia.

“Hey did I miss anything?”

“Absolutely, we just paired up for the project.”

“What project? Who am I left to pair up with?” Brooke’s eyes widened.

“Funny Ms. Hytes, that’s what I was just about to discuss.” Ms. Visage replied and raised a brow.

There was a smattering of laughter and Brooke bowed her head and winced.

“And to answer your question: everyone is paired up,” Brooke dreaded doing a potentially hard project alone. “But there will be a new student coming tomorrow so you can do the project with her.”

The class burst into chatter and questions when their professor announced a new student. Brooke could pick out some of the most popular comments.

“What’s her name?”

“Where is she from?”

“Why is she transferring now?”

“I hope she’s hot,”

Brooke wanted to ask a question herself except she noticed that Ms. Visage’s face got stonier by the minute.

“Silence!” she called out and like magic, it worked. “You’ll meet her when you meet her. Now can I discuss the project? Yes? Good.”

••

Brooke stressed out over the project until lunch. Then at lunch, she stressed out where to sit because obviously, she wasn’t welcome at her ex’s table anymore. She sighed and held on stupidly to her lunch tray and dragged her feet to find an empty table.

Brooke thought about the project their professor gave them. They were supposed to put together a 30-minute presentation about two countries wherein country A has influenced country B (through trade, colonization, etc.) enough so that it has been integrated into B’s culture in present time. They were supposed to include how it became so and an answer to what if the cause didn’t happen. What would change?

She decided that she needed to get a high–if not the highest– grade. She was going to and that’s final. Brooke knew that she was a competitive person. She needed a win badly and it’ll be something that’s sure to lift her spirits.

Her view regarding the project was starting to lighten up. It provided a very important perk which was distraction. The project gave her something to focus on, to work towards—a goal. And she’d rather do that than wallow in feelings.

Just as soon as she started feeling better because of the project, she remembered that her partner was going to be a stranger. That one factor could potentially change everything. Brooke Lynn clicked her tongue and snapped at herself mentally. She was not going to ruin this by overthinking. Whoever her partner was going to be, she was going to make sure they were on board with her goals.

“Brooke!” She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her name called. An enthusiastic arm was waving at her and it belonged to Nina. “Come sit with us!”

Brooke approached hesitantly at her table. “Are you sure?” she asked, glancing at Yvie.

Yvie rolled her eyes at her. “This is so dumb. Just sit down girl.” She said and scooted over near Scarlet by her left to make space.

Brooke’s lips quirked. How long has it been since? “Okay,” She sat down.

Nina grasped at the arm of the person closest to her, who just happened to be Shuga, and looked at them like they just made her dreams come true. It was sickeningly sweet. And totally undeserved, Brooke thought, they haven’t really reconciled yet.

Yvie noticed Nina too and she laughed. “Ew stop that. You only look at your girlfriend like that. It’s weird on us,”

Nina leaned on Shuga and proved Yvie correct. “She deserves it. Anyway, this is a special occasion.”

“Yes!” Shuga clapped like the cinnamon roll that she was. “Welcome back Miss Brooke Lynn!”

“Yeah, how was ignoring us for 5 months?”

Brooke flinched. She considered not replying but her tongue slipped. The urge to fall back to the usual banter between her and Yvie overtook.

“Honestly? Awful. How did I ever survive lunch without Nina and Shuga being sickeningly sweet? Not in front of my salad!”

“If being sweet is like this then I’m diabetic.” Yvie retorted.

Nina threw them an unimpressed look. “Brooke I think you can go back.” She made a shoo-ing motion which made Brooke feign a scoff while the others laughed.

“Anyway, uh, what’s up? Catch me up on the stuff I missed.” Brooke segued, kind of awkwardly.

“Ms. Del Rio is a flaming bitch.” Scarlet spoke up and her Physics book on the table. Brooke was surprised to hear the hostility in Scarlet’s tone, and aimed at a professor nonetheless.

“Say it again for the people in the back!” someone from across the cafeteria shouted.

…

So. Insulting your sharp-tongued Physics teacher wasn’t the best idea. Scarlet and a couple other students who jumped in on the protest against the teacher—who apparently is a “demon sent from hell on wooden legs"— now served two hours of detention after school. For the rest of the week.

Brooke Lynn felt sorry for them. She had Ms. Del Rio before and she knew that she made them go through suffering (a lot of it) so that they could learn properly. They would thank her in the end. Either that or they’ll plot to overthrow her or something.

She leaned against her locker as students went past, rushing to get out of school. Brooke waited until she saw Yvie and went after her.

She needed to apologize.

"Yvie! Eve!” she called out.

The girl stopped and looked at her, adjusting the strap of her fluffy blue cookie monster bag. “What’s up?”

“Can I talk to you? Out. I meant, outside—somewhere out, like a coffeeshop?” Brooke asked. “I want to apologize.”

Yvie looked hesitant but then she sighed and shrugged. “Shuga’s bakery. Your treat.”

[tbc]

[artificialqueens]

we’ll get there [pt. 2] (plastique/brooke) - scheherazade

A/N: part two !! if you haven’t read part one yet, you should because then, this wouldn’t make sense (and i would appreciate it v much if you will !! :“>) plastique finally appears in this one !

(also, i have depicted college to my best knowledge and i apologize in advance for any oddities regarding it)

Summary: Brooke and Vanjie break up and Brooke is thrust into the aftermath where there are broken friendships & inner turmoil to be found. She gets by with a little help from an old friend.

Brooke opened their dorm room door with a flourish and a smile on her face. Inside, Nina laid on her bed with a laptop and looked at her hopefully.

"What’s got you so happy?”

“Eve and I talked.” Nina looked at her earnestly, urging her to continue. “And there was forgiveness and cupcakes.”

“Why do I sense a but there?”

“But, she told me that forgiveness didn’t mean forgetting so I have to work on building our trust and friendship again. And I’m willing to.” Brooke plopped on her bed. “Oh, before I forget, Shuga wanted me to deliver these to you.” she pulled out cookies wrapped in plastic with a little bow tying it.

“Aw,” Nina cooed, accepting the treat. “Is she still working? I might come by.”

“I think so? Her mom is sick or something so she’s managing the bakery along with that one girl.” Brooke waved her hand.

“Kim?”

“No, no. The one who mostly always wears pink? The girl my ballet teacher has a weird crush on?”

“Oh, Trixie!”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Katya’s still pining huh?” Brooke nodded in response. “Anyway, I’ll go visit Shuga and thank her for these.” Nina shook the bag of cookies. “And I need a break from this.”

“What’s that?” Brooke leaned over and looked at Nina’s sketchbook filled with doodles of various clothes.

“Our project. Ms. Velour wants us to make a whole line that’s ‘pure camp’ or something.” Nina explained, using air quotes. “Anyway, I gotta go.”

“Take care, have fun!” Brooke called out as the door closed. She thought about her own project and the mystery partner that she was going to meet tomorrow.

Turning over to lay on her stomach, Brooke recalled her conversation with Yvie. After she had ordered pastries and drinks for the both of them, Brooke fumbled with starting the conversation. Yvie, ever the direct one, set her straight.

“You knew that I don’t have a good relationship with A'keria much less Silky, right?”

Brooke had nodded. They were—for the lack of better wording—mean. She had never been on the receiving end of their attitude but she had a friend who had been. They spread rumors like wildfire and if you’re unlucky, you get burned. But they weren’t bad people.

“I had no problem with you and Vanjie together. Honestly. The bitchiness that I had towards her was just me projecting my anger. She’s a nice girl and god knows why she’s friends with those two,”

Brooke had experienced first hand what it was like, being in their group. The three had undeniable chemistry.

“I had no problem when you became friends with them, as well. I mean, it was kind of inevitable. You were in the same circle. I didn’t care even if you were associating with people that spread bullshit about me and others because you were my friend. But,”

“But then, you suddenly weren’t.”

“It started small. You didn’t eat with us anymore. Nina was like, 'she just wants to spend time with her girlfriend, let her be’. And it was fine because you were happy! Then you stopped hanging out with us, barely even slept in your own dorm room. Nina and Shuga took full advantage of that by the way,”

They what?

“Then you sat with us one day, like a miracle. I was…happy. Up until you decided that A'keria, Silky, and me in one table was a good idea. Didn’t end so well didn’t it?”

Brooke remembered the disaster. She thought she could bring her two worlds together. It began with snide quips from Silky about Yvie and Scarlet and A'keria fanned the flames. Scarlet compared opinions to assholes but Yvie full-on clapped back. Somewhere in there, someone was called talentless. Silky and A'keria walked out and Vanjie followed. Yvie walked out as well. Guess who Brooke followed?

“The next day, I go to class to hear rumors about me. They were ridiculous and untrue but that many? Still hurt.”

“I knew who they came from. Because obviously. Nina tried to stop me but she eventually just ended up following me. She said that she knew she couldn’t stop me because I was the same kind of hard-headed as you are.”

Brooke remembered the confrontation that happened in front of her locker. That time however, Silky and A'keria had come prepared and hit where it hurt.

“They said so much bullshit and you know me, I’m not one to let that get away. But it just, it hurt so much. I–I looked at you and you did nothing.”

Brooke gritted her teeth. She knew what came next. A'keria had pointed out that if Brooke wasn’t defending Yvie, Brooke who was her best friend, then maybe all those rumours were true.

“You said nothing. You just stood there like your batteries died or something. I hated you then. I thought, I knew what friendship was and this wasn’t it.”

“Then you walked away with them.”

Brooke had tried to apologize…eventually. It took Vanjie for her to do that and even then, it was a shitty apology.

“It was crap. Beauty gurus could do better apologies than that so you know you’re fucked.”

Yvie didn’t accept her apology then. So Brooke never tried again.

“When you never followed up, I thought it was my mistake that I didn’t accept your apology. But as much as I wanted to have my friend back, I didn’t want this B-rate version of her.”

“Then you fully detached from us for almost half a year. You came back when you broke up.”

A thought sprung up in her head. No matter how much she was able to push down her feelings about the break-up during the day, it always came back to haunt her at night. Brooke was unsure about how she truly felt about it. She knew that anger was what she projected but it was only a surface emotion.

We don’t have time to unpack all of that, she thought to herself and resolved to take a quick nap before going to the ballet studio and teasing her teacher about Trixie.

•

The next morning, Brooke woke up to Nina and Yvie having breakfast in the living room. She joined them and ate waffles and drank coffee. They walked Brooke to Ms. Visage’s room. Thank god she wasn’t late today.

Turns out, she was too early. There was only one person in the room and it was someone Brooke wanted to avoid. Vanjie had her earphones in and hadn’t seemed to notice her so maybe she could just come back—

“Hey Brooke Lynn!” Too late. Vanjie beckoned her over and like a puppy, she followed. “Can we talk?”

“Well, you’re talking.” Even with the distance of about three chairs between them, Vanjie probably heard the bite in her voice. She was good in noticing those little details in Brooke. Too good in fact. That’s a part of why Brooke loved her.

Some of the fight went out of Vanjie’s shoulders but there was still that desperation. But what for?

“Brooke, I didn’t want to end it that way. I don’t want this to be messy. I ain’t ever want to be messy and you know that. But before I could say more, you just ran away. Gone like poof,” she made a motion with her hands.

“Why would I stay? You made your point clear. I wasn’t enough.”

Brooke really wasn’t ready for this conversation. She felt cornered.

Vanjie looked at her sadly. “You’re angry. Brooke, we weren’t happy,”

“I was!”

“No you weren’t.”

“How can you decide that for me? You made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me when you told me that it’s over!”

“Brooke you—”

“That’s just like you isn’t it? You make decisions and string everyone along.” Brooke barreled on and let her mouth run, something she rarely dif. “Maybe you never even loved me. You just—”

“Stop.”

“No, I’m tired of listening to you.”

“Then listen to yourself! You’re smart Brooke, you know what you just said was nonsense.” Vanjie put her earphones back in. She looked upset. Brooke felt…guilty? “When you’re ready to understand, talk to me. I don’t want us to end this way.”

Brooke wanted to move but she felt stuck. Something was wrong. What she said was wrong. Those accusations she said… Even if she didn’t understand what Vanjie saw in their relationship that was unsatisfying, she shouldn’t have—

Brooke sighed. Maybe, maybe it was time for her to let this go. If they already fought like this because Brooke wasn’t willing to listen, then maybe they weren’t meant to be together. Brooke was adaptable, if nothing else.

“Look, I’m sorry,” she said and hoped that Vanjie listened despite having her earphones in. “I didn’t understand so I was angry, but I’m sure you knew that. You always knew me best. And I want to talk, I’ll listen this time I promise. But, I need time to myself first to process all of this.”

With that, she gingerly walked away and sat in the back row. She felt something stuck in her throat but she ignored it.

••

Time passed quickly with Brooke struggling to put a lid on her thoughts. She was going to process it, like she promised, but not during class. And not without supervision either.

She just hoped Nina and Yvie would be available later. Just to make sure, she took out her phone and texted Yvie.

BLH: I need help. R u and Nina free to talk later?

Oddly Enough: nina asks if you’re okay ??

BLH: Yeah, thanks for worrying :) just need some advice

Oddly Enough: abt what ?

BLH: Vanjie

Oddly Enough: Do you need us to bring some comfort food? -Nina

BLH: Yes! Whatever your gf can give us

Oddly Enough: I’ll tell her :) -N

Oddly Enough: congrats u just gave the a reason to interact

Oddly Enough: c u later

With nothing else to do, Brooke listened to the chatter that gradually increased as more students trickled in. Most of it passed from one ear to another until she came upon talk regarding the new student.

Brooke almost forgot about her.

“So there’s really a new student coming today?”

“Yeah, I saw her enter the Principal’s Office.”

“What does she look like?”

“She seems familiar, I just don’t remember from where. Pink-dyed hair and Asian. Very pretty.”

“Ooh,”

“I also heard Shangela was coming back!”

“Why? Is she repeating a year or something?”

“Idiot, no. She’s gonna work here I think.”

“Damn—wait, that means Laganja’s back in town too?”

“Ms. Del Rio is gonna shit bricks. Thankfully she’s not a student anymore. Do you remember that smackdown when she was in second year?”

The Edwards were coming back? Well this was news indeed. Alyssa had been Brooke’s previous dance teacher and she owned the studio that Katya taught her in. She trained ballet with one of Alyssa’s adopted daughters Laganja, who was a year older than her. They moved somewhere during Brooke’s first year of college. Her spirits lifted at the thought of reuniting with her previous teacher.

Just then, Ms. Visage came in with a girl in tow, her pink hair styled into waves. She had long lashes and wore a touch of make-up. She wasn’t pretty—she was gorgeous.

She also looked very familiar.

“Xin chào các bạn, I’m Plastique Tiara. I studied here shortly during first year and now I’m back,” she smiled hesitantly.

Oh flip.

Plastique.

Plastique?

[tbc]

[artificialqueens]

Brooke Lynn’s Jealousy Part 2 (Brooke X Nina) ~ Writing West

A/N: I told you I’d be back very soon! Well, here’s part 2. There will be a part 3. I have not decided exactly how many parts there will be, but I currently have big plans for this story so I will continue writing as long as you are still enjoying it! Warning: it starts getting a little AU now, because to make the story fit, I need the season 11 tour to start a little earlier than it did. Enjoy!

Nina turns over and sees that Brooke is gone.

I knew this was just about sex, Nina thinks to herself, wondering how someone whom she had loved for so long and whom she had considered her very best friend (other than Virginia, of course) could talk all this talk only to use her as sexual release.

Today is the first day of traveling, so Silky, Honey, Nina, and Brooke have to leave the hotel they are at in Chicago on a bus to New York where the first show is, and then travel on the Season 11 tour bus to months worth of shows.

That’s a lot of time with Brock, Nina thinks.

Nina gets up and gets dressed. She is wearing jeans and a Disney t-shirt. In fact, it is the Disney shirt she was wearing the first night she watched Brooke Lynn live, at a non-competition event that is. This is when Nina’s sadness turns to anger.

Nina had spent countless nights at Brooke’s performances, helped Brooke prepare for Continental, helped Brooke prepare for Entertainer of the Year, held Brooke as she cried countless times, laughed with Brooke, celebrated Brooke’s triumphs, stayed up all night with Brooke countless sleepless nights, fell in love with her, and then watched her pretend to love someone else in such a way that Nina believed she had lost her for good and didn’t have a chance. Then, Nina let her back in, laid her heart on the line, and had sex with the person she loves only to be left the next morning. And she’s just supposed to pretend everything is okay and ride the bus with her today and then casually go back to normal for the rest of the tour?

I can’t do that. If she wants to pretend to be jealous just to get in my pants, I can make her jealous, Nina thinks.

Nina finishes packing and goes to the lobby to grab a bagel. She takes all of her stuff and puts it in the bus. Brooke is already on the bus and Nina walks right past her. She goes and sits beside Silky and in front of Honey.

Brooke is sitting in her seat and acting like nothing is happening. She continues tweeting like it is just a casual morning and she didn’t just leave the love of her life after a night of passionate sex.

Nina decides it is time to turn it up a notch. Brooke, apparently wants to play games, and Nina is very good at games. Nina rubs her hand up Silky’s arm and not-so-quietly asks “How is my man doing today,” before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

“Just play along, I’m trying to show Brock what it is like to be messed with,” she whispers to Silky, who whispers back with “you know how much I love pranking Brock. I’m in.”

Brooke heard none of the whispering, but she definitely heard “I’m doing alright, Babe.”

Nina responds with “That’s good baby.”

This begins Brooke’s bus ride of jealousy. Baby is what Nina calls her. Baby is what Nina has always called her. Why is Silky baby now?

Nina and Silky do not let up the whole car ride. There are calculated glances, wandering hands, plastered on grins, pet names, cuddles, and even a few comments from Honey about how she ships the two. However, what sends Brooke Lynn over the edge are the little kisses the two share. By the time the bus pulls up at the venue for the first show of the tour, Nina swears she can see steam coming from Brooke’s ears.

Once they are inside with all of their stuff, they are told by Asia, the host of the show, that the 8 season 11 girls who could make it would be split up into two dressing rooms. Vanessa, A’Keria, Shuga, and Plastique would be in one dressing room, leaving Yvie, Brooke, and much to Brooke’s dismay, Nina, and Silky. They get to their dressing rooms and begin to get ready.

They all begin to paint their faces, most of them doing their signature looks. However, Nina decides to mix it up. She puts on dark eyeshadows, bright red lipstick, and big blonde hair, as opposed to her favorite pink wig she was going to wear.

The other girls get dressed. Yvie is wearing the outfit she wore for the music video, Silky is wearing this beautiful purple gown, and Brooke is wearing the Chrystal ball outfit she wore under the tear-away at the finale. They all look beautiful, but when Nina turns around fully dressed, all eyes are on her.

“Wow, my man, I mean, my woman looks amazing,” Silky exclaims.

“Excuse me, she was mine first and she definitely looks fucking stunning,” Yvie says.

Nina says her “thank you”s and then walks over to Yvie. She snaps a picture and posts it.

Brooke Lynn looks on Instagram to see what it looks like, and reads the caption: “We are basically dating.”

She turns the phone off, slams it in her bag, and then goes to wait for the show backstage.

The show goes smoothly and everyone in the audience has a fantastic time, and Brooke got some cool gifts from her “children”.

All 8 queens hop on the bus after they are out of drag and go to the hotel. They are all given their room keys and take their stuff to where they will be staying for the next two nights, considering they have one more show here before they leave. Nina and Brooke are right across the hall from each other and Nina feels terrible so she makes her way across the hall and knocks.

“What do you want, Andrew,” Brooke asks.

“May I come in,” Nina asks a little angrily.

“Whatever,” Brooke says as she steps aside and closes the door after Nina gets in.

“So?” Nina asks sitting on the bed like she doesn’t know why Brooke is so angry.

“What the fuck was that today, Andrew Levitt?” Brooke asks as her sound level rises.

“One, stop yelling at me right now. Two, I don’t know what ‘that’ you’re talking about, Brock. What was ‘that’ this morning, huh?” Nina finishes sarcastically.

“You know exactly what ‘that’ I’m talking about. You spent all day flirting with Silky, kissing her, touching her, calling her baby, knowing that I am the one you usually call Baby. Then, you post that picture with Yvie and tell everyone that y’all are basically dating. You spent the whole day, trying to make me jealous and it worked,” Brooke rants without taking a breath.

“Yeah, well you spent all night trying to get in my pants just to leave me the next morning, and that worked too,” Nina said with tears in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheek.

“I was nervous, Andrew. You didn’t seem convinced last night so I just thought I’d leave before you had the chance to kick me out,” Brooke responds.

“I will not sit here and be blamed for my own broken heart. I poured out my love for you and have for years, and you still think so little of me that you thought I’d force you to leave after I was satisfied? Maybe it is a good thing that we are through because obviously you don’t know me at all,” Nina finishes with the tears that were threatening to fall now quickly cascading down her cheeks.

“Andrew, I never said that we were through. I’m sorry. Please give me another chance. Don’t you leave this-“ but all Brooke here’s are her own words reverberated off of the slammed door with the love of her life crying on the other side.