My Whole World
No One Like You
Zach’s POV:
“I guess Cameron and Michael proposed to Morgan and Katy today.” Brooklyn says when she gets home. I’m in the kitchen putting Chinese takeout on plates.
“Really? I had no idea.” I say and she laughs.
“We kind of figured. You guys don’t tell each other anything, do you?” She asks me and I laugh.
“No, probably not as much as you girls tell each other.” I say and she turns red.
“We do tell each other a lot. Sometimes more than the others really wanted to know.” There must be something one of the girls said.
“Did Morgan or Katy over share?” I ask her.
“Just drop it.” Brooklyn says, over the subject, and I laugh.
“Okay, it’s done.” I say and she grabs a plate.
“This looks amazing.” She tells me.
“Good, I’m sure some Asians worked very hard to make it.” She starts laughing.
“You are so racist.” She tells me and I laugh.
“No, I’m just trying to make you laugh. You seem kind of distracted.” I tell her.
“I’m not distracted, just tired.” She says.
“Are you sure? I’ve heard that excuse from many girls before. Brooklyn, is something or someone bothering you?” I ask her.
“Zach, just forget about it.” This time she isn't kidding. We eat in silence and then she goes to our room. Around seven, I walk in and sit next to her. She’s texting someone, probably Morgan or Katy.
“What’s going on with you? Don’t tell me it’s nothing because I know it’s something.”
“Do you love me?” She asks me and I look at her.
“Of course I do! Why would you even ask that?” I ask her.
“Cameron’s done sweet things for Morgan and Michael does Mikey type romantic things for Katy.”
“So what do you want from me?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, sing to me sometimes. Compliment me just because. Get me flowers or something because you wanted to. I don’t know, Zach!”
“Did Marissa get to you?” I ask her.
“Quit assuming I have a motive for every little thing I do! Marissa didn’t do anything, she hasn’t since the concert. I just want you to show me you care!” I walk out and grab my guitar.
“Alright, fine, I’ll show you how much I care.” I tell her and she rolls over, facing the wall and not me. I start singing Woman Like You.
“Oh, Zach!” Brooklyn sits up and kisses me.
“Feel better?” I ask her and she smiles.
“Yes. I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on with me. They were just telling me all these things and I don’t know. It was stupid.”
“No, it wasn’t.” I tell her and she lies across me.
“But it was. You wouldn’t have proposed if you didn’t love me. I love you so much, Zach, and I just don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I am in a year. I’ll be recording, you’ll be recording, we’ll be writing and touring. Will we have time for each other?” She asks me.
“I will always have time for you.”
“Thanks, Zach.”
“Come on, we’re going out.” I take her out for ice cream.
“I guess Cameron and Michael proposed to Morgan and Katy today.” Brooklyn says when she gets home. I’m in the kitchen putting Chinese takeout on plates.
“Really? I had no idea.” I say and she laughs.
“We kind of figured. You guys don’t tell each other anything, do you?” She asks me and I laugh.
“No, probably not as much as you girls tell each other.” I say and she turns red.
“We do tell each other a lot. Sometimes more than the others really wanted to know.” There must be something one of the girls said.
“Did Morgan or Katy over share?” I ask her.
“Just drop it.” Brooklyn says, over the subject, and I laugh.
“Okay, it’s done.” I say and she grabs a plate.
“This looks amazing.” She tells me.
“Good, I’m sure some Asians worked very hard to make it.” She starts laughing.
“You are so racist.” She tells me and I laugh.
“No, I’m just trying to make you laugh. You seem kind of distracted.” I tell her.
“I’m not distracted, just tired.” She says.
“Are you sure? I’ve heard that excuse from many girls before. Brooklyn, is something or someone bothering you?” I ask her.
“Zach, just forget about it.” This time she isn't kidding. We eat in silence and then she goes to our room. Around seven, I walk in and sit next to her. She’s texting someone, probably Morgan or Katy.
“What’s going on with you? Don’t tell me it’s nothing because I know it’s something.”
“Do you love me?” She asks me and I look at her.
“Of course I do! Why would you even ask that?” I ask her.
“Cameron’s done sweet things for Morgan and Michael does Mikey type romantic things for Katy.”
“So what do you want from me?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, sing to me sometimes. Compliment me just because. Get me flowers or something because you wanted to. I don’t know, Zach!”
“Did Marissa get to you?” I ask her.
“Quit assuming I have a motive for every little thing I do! Marissa didn’t do anything, she hasn’t since the concert. I just want you to show me you care!” I walk out and grab my guitar.
“Alright, fine, I’ll show you how much I care.” I tell her and she rolls over, facing the wall and not me. I start singing Woman Like You.
“Oh, Zach!” Brooklyn sits up and kisses me.
“Feel better?” I ask her and she smiles.
“Yes. I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on with me. They were just telling me all these things and I don’t know. It was stupid.”
“No, it wasn’t.” I tell her and she lies across me.
“But it was. You wouldn’t have proposed if you didn’t love me. I love you so much, Zach, and I just don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I am in a year. I’ll be recording, you’ll be recording, we’ll be writing and touring. Will we have time for each other?” She asks me.
“I will always have time for you.”
“Thanks, Zach.”
“Come on, we’re going out.” I take her out for ice cream.