I forgave her. Just like that. I couldn't help but forgive her. Bri is the only one that actually puts up with my bs. Brooke and I, will never happen. They say opposites attract, but I don't think they do. That or Brooke and I are more alike then I think.

"Grace, it's toxic," Brooke sat on my bed watching me stuff in my suitcase. Bri heard of my tip and bought me a matching white Louis Vuitton suitcase and travel on bag.

"Brooke drop it," I raised my voice. She didn't say anything as I continued to throw stuff in my suit case.

At last I had everything and began zipping it up. She grabbed my wrist, "Grace. Hear me out. Please."

My heart beat sped up. She continued to clutch to my wrist as if I would break if she let go. Brooke has no clue about her affect one me. I grabbed her wrist with my other hand.

"The tattoo is healing nicely," my thumb brushed over the small tattoo on her wrist.

"Don't change the subject. Grace please. If you won't talk to Terra talk to me," her begging eyes met mine as she pleaded with me.

"Why can't y'all just let me be? Grace made a mistake, everyone makes mistakes!" I dropped her hand and back up.

"We don't want to see you hurt again Grace," she pulled her hands into her lap.

I went back to zipping your my suitcase.

"All these nice things she's been getting you, why do you think she's getting them for you? Grace open your eyes it's because she's guilty! Brielle is not to be trusted," this time she grabbed my my hand pulling me in front of her.

"No, stop it. Stop it," the room felt like it was closing in. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to feel, I didn't know what to think. Everything in this point in times failed me.

My heart however still had a few things to say. I starred Brooke in the eye. I put my hand up and her followed mirroring me, I led the back of her hand to my chest. My heart wanted to speak since my brain was failing me.

"You feel that?" I asked. She nodded her head, "that's the effect you have over me. I'm giving Bri the chance that you and I could never have."

"Who says we couldn't have a chance?" She turns her head slightly in a confused manner.

"Everyone. We aren't even a we. It's you and I separately," I dropped her hand.

"What if, you and I weren't separated?"

I shook my head and pursed my lips holding in the tears. She didn't understand that we would never work. I mean we wouldn't work would we? I never thought to ask myself the question. My shields have been up this whole time pushing her way when I should have been trying to bring her closer.

Closing my eyes I walk forward in one single motion I put my lips on hers. Everything was happening in slow motion. My hands cupped her face that was hot from tension, soon they moved up and tangled themselves in her long blonde locks, then made their way down to lay on her waist. While hers found their way to link behind my neck. Our lips moved in sync. Everything was perfect.

Well almost perfect tears streamed down my face. Brooke sensing them pulled away and looked at me. I wished them to go away but they kept on leaking out of my eyes having a mind of their own.

She put her thumbs under my eyes and wiped them away, "why are you crying?"

I shake my head as she holds my face in her hands, "I don't know," they pour out faster and everything goes back to normal speed. She wipes away my tears with her sleeves.

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My head lays on her chest. Rising up and down as she breathes, "You should come with me," I spoke breaking the silence.

"Go with you where?"

"New York, where else?" I sit up and smile down at her. My face tear stained and eyes puffy from crying.

"New York? My parents would never let me."

"Brooke your parents aren't going to be able to control you for forever. Plus I'll bet you've never been to a Macy's Day parade before," I smile over at her.

"I haven't, but I need a plane ticket and your flight takes off in an hour. I would need clothes no way my mother would let me leave the house with a full packed suit case! It's just not possible," she frowns and looks down.

I put my thumb under her chin and gently guide her head up so she's looking at me, "anything is possible," I get off the bed and stand up, "come one," I offer her my hand.

She takes it, "where are we going?"

"You'll see," I grab my bags and walk downstairs. Setting them by the door I get my phone out of my pocket and order and under to pick us up in thirty, "come on. You need to get pack a bag."

"Grace I can't she would nev-" I cut her off.

"I have a plan," I say while rolling my eyes, "go inside, pack a bag, throw bag out window-I'll catch it- change clothes, tell your mom your spending the night at my house, and then we'll leave."

"No way. Tomorrow is thanksgiving I'd be grounded until I'm thirty if I leave the state without permission," her eyes widened.

"Come on it'd be fun," I pouted out my lip and batted my eye lashes.

"I'm going to get into so much trouble," Brooke crosses her arms.

"Let's go, I don't wanna miss the flight," I throw open the door.

"Wait what about a plane ticket for me this last minute? We're never going to get another," she crosses her arms.

I roll my eyes, "I got it covered," I grab her by the arm and pull her out the door, "you have like 15-20 minutes before the Uber gets here to drop us off at the airport."

"Ugh, Okay, Okay, I guess we're doing this," she looks at me gulps, then walks out the door.

I grab my bags set the on the porch run back inside grab my house keys make sure I didn't leave anything running, or forget anything then walk back out. Brooke had already walked across the street and inside her house, so I waited under her window for her to throw her bag down.

"Grace you there?" She peaks her head out the window five minutes later.

"Yah, you almost done?"

"I don't know what to pack!" She takes a deep breathe in. I can tell she's frustrated.

"Pack two sets of warm clothes, a party outfit, bathing suit, two pairs of boots, a pair of heels, and some accessories. It's not that hard," I roll my eyes jokingly up at her.

She sticks her head back in, only to come back five minutes later, "not that hard my butt. What is considered a party outfit? I can't hold my booze though," she frowns.

I slap my forehead, "Brooke, actually though hurry. The car will be here any minute."

"Okay okay okay!" At last She sticks her suitcase out the window, "catch!" It rolls down and I stand out in front of the car port trying to catch it. Surprisingly I caught it. Brooke shut her window and I'm assuming came down to meet me.

The Uber pulls in front of my house. I cross the street and knock on the passenger window, "can you pop the truck so we can put our bags back There?"

The guy nods his head, pops the trunk, and gets out to help, "these on the porch also?"

"Yes," five star rating for him. I put Brooke's bag in the trunk first. My two bags follow.

Brooke comes running out of her house carrying two more bags. An over night bag and backpack on her back. She puts the overnight bag in the back and carried her backpack with her.

"What all did you bring?" I opened the car door for her. She gets in and I get in behind her.

"You can't expect me to go to New York and not being more than one bag," she laughs.

The Uber driver shuts his door, "so you guys going to New York?" He starts the car and drives off.

"Yup, meeting family for the Thanksgiving day parade."

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"This whole taking off situation and landing isn't for me," Brooke frowns.

"It'll be fine, I promise," I take her hand in mine.

She looks at me, "get my mind off it, please. Tell me how you got an extra ticket so late."

We had somehow gotten through the whole flight without the mention of it. Probably due to the fact that she was preoccupied with the perks of first class.

"I know a flight Stewart. Pulled a few strings she got me an extra ticket," it really was that simple. I'm not however going to include the fact that this 'friend' was not so much as a 'friend' but a toy.

"Oh, that really nice of her, " she squeezes my hand as we fully land.

"Yah, I know."

The pilot came on the speakers above saying we just landed and can exit single file. I got up letting Brooke out of her seat. We reach above got our bags then walked off the plane, going to baggage claim. We waited five minutes for our bags. After grabbing them we looked at each other laughed and ran outside.

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I looked at her as she starred up at the huge buildings. Her eyes glistened with curiosity. I couldn't but smile. Running out I hailed a taxi. Took me a mere three minutes to do, but when I did we put our luggage in the back and hopped inside.

"Where to?"

"Hotel Americano."

Without another word she pulled out of the spot and drove off. We are going to have a wonderful time here.