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Half-Hearted Promises	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: 1 through F > 1-800-MISSING Views: 50 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Brooke, it’s time to wake up.” A voice echoed from the doorway, striving to rouse the drowsy woman nestled beneath her warm cocoon.
“Just a few more moments, dear mother,” Brooke mumbled, her words a sleepy melody as she pulled the covers over her head. “I’m not your mother, and the hour has come for you to wake up,” the voice retorted, striding toward the bed and briskly whisking the blankets away from the dozing brunette.
Jolted awake, Brooke shot up in bed, eyes wide with surprise. “What on earth is happening, Jamie?” she exclaimed, casting a fierce glare at the blonde figure who stood with arms crossed, blanket in hand.
“Wake up and embrace the day; your needed at the diner awaits, and I will not accept delay,” Jamie proclaimed, tossing the blanket back toward Brooke, who let out an exasperated groan. “But it’s only six in the morning,” Brooke whined, her protest fading as she heard Jamie’s footsteps retreating, leaving her to ponder the day ahead.
‘Deal with it, now rise and shine or I’ll have to drag your scrawny ass out,’ Jamie quipped with a playful glint in her eye, flashing a mischievous grin over her shoulder.
Once Jamie flitted out of the room, Brooke was tempted to curl up like a sea creature retreating into its shell, longing for the embrace of slumber to wash over her once more. Yet, she knew that if she surrendered to temptation, Jamie’s inevitable return would drag her into the morning light—an invitation she desperately wished to decline, especially given the not-so-genteel fashion in which her friend had issued the warning.
A reluctant groan escaped Brooke’s lips as she began to rub the sleep from her eyes, a ritual in hope of dislodging drowsiness. ‘Well, it seems the time has come to rise and face my inaugural day of work,’ she murmured softly, her voice barely echoing in the empty room.
Brooke lifted herself from her cozy cocoon, stretching her arms wide like a bird preparing to soar, shaking off the remnants of sleep. As she yawned and arched her body, her mind meandered through a labyrinth of memories, pondering how she had wound up in this moment of newfound beginnings.
In a bid to hold back the cascade of emotions, Brooke fluttered her hazel eyes, diving into memories from two and a half years prior, when the comforting presence of her dearest friend, Jamie, became her lifeline after that life-altering evening.
"Two and a half years have passed since the tragedy and Felix's life was cut short," Brooke murmured softly. Rising from the bed, she glided towards her closet, eager to pull out a fresh set of clothes for the day ahead.
"And it’s also been two and a half years since I crossed paths with Jamie, Max, and Ralph," she mused aloud. With careful deliberation, she picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a soft gray t-shirt, laying them delicately on her bed next to a striking pair of black boots.
Having settled on her work attire, Brooke sauntered into the bathroom, ready to rejuvenate herself, brushing her teeth and untangling her hair as the echoes of the past danced in her mind.
Drawing from the depths of her journey, Brooke softly recounted, 'For nearly half a year, we wandered before arriving in Lawrence, Kansas, where I've planted roots for a year and a half now.'
It was here that she forged an unexpected bond with Jamie, Ralph, and Max—kindred spirits who discovered her on that fateful night and offered her shelter and support. Together, they charted a course to Lawrence, spurred by Jamie’s earlier revelations about their shared destination.
Brooke recognized that journeying alongside the fair-haired companion was the most pragmatic choice, driven by her fervent desire to enroll in the college that had danced on the edges of her dreams.
Yet, this pursuit was not without hurdles; she had navigated the stormy seas of missed college interviews and bore the heavy shadow of her brother’s loss. The financial tides had also turned against her, leaving her adrift after the exodus from Ohio.
As the shadows of memory enveloped her, the brunette found herself adrift in a storm of emotion, haunted by thoughts of her late brother and the elusive figure who orchestrated his demise, that same night casting a dark pall over her fate. She dismissed the suffocating pain with a gentle shake of her head, striving to ground herself in the vibrant now.
As Brooke stepped into the bathroom, a flicker of insight illuminated her mind: her path had not been a relentless march through despair. Instead, she had intricately woven her life with Jamie, Max, and Ralph, forging connections that defied the unvoiced tragedy lingering like mist—questions unvoiced, yet ties solidified in the quietude.
In her reflective meanderings, Brooke sensed a unique warmth blossoming between herself and Ralph. What had initiated as mere friendship blossomed into a delicate romance, their hearts synchronizing in a melodious rhythm amid life’s tumult.
Though their love pirouetted for a fleeting two months, it was abruptly silenced when fate interjected, claiming Ralph on the treacherous asphalt of a fateful road, just as their journeys were poised to diverge.
Brooke bore the weight of self-blame for the unfolding tragedy, yearning for a moment to mend their rift that night. Yet deep down, she understood that Ralph wouldn’t wish her to linger in those shadows for long.
Brooke found herself drifting back to fond memories of Max, Jamie's mischievous younger brother, who had a knack for pulling practical jokes on her and Jamie. But Jamie, with a fierce determination, had quelled his antics by laying down the law with ominous threats. Consequently, Max had buttoned up his prankster ways for an entire year, leaving Brooke with a chuckle over that delightful recollection.
Then there was Jamie, who at first came off as an enigma wrapped in a fortress, hard to breach. Yet, after Jamie heroically pulled her from the jaws of danger, a bond blossomed between them as time wound on.
At first, Brooke viewed Jamie as a simmering cauldron of mood swings. Yet as she peeled back the layers, she uncovered Jamie's brilliance, ambition, doggedness, and unwavering loyalty—a true guardian of friendship.
With a smile dancing on her lips, Brooke wrapped up her shower and sauntered back to her room to get dressed. She gave her head a playful shake, shaking off the remnants of sleep and gearing up for the day ahead. "It’s my first day at work, all thanks to Jamie’s relentless support after a dozen unsuccessful tries," she mused with a cheerful hum.
The chestnut-haired beauty slid into her jeans with the grace of an artist donning a canvas, fastening the buttons with a flourish before zipping them up. She then pulled her shirt over her head, having already donned her undergarments, and glided to her dresser like a muse visiting her studio, where her brush and curling iron awaited.
With a melodic hum, Brooke gently coaxed her silky brown locks, curling them into spirals that danced elegantly against her neck, while expertly sculpting her bangs to frame her face like a portrait.
“Are you almost ready yet?” Jamie’s voice sliced through the air as she leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression eager.
“Just about,” Brooke chirped back, placing her brush and curling iron down and reaching for a delicate pink lipstick to complete her transformation.
“Finally! We’ve only got ten minutes to make it to work on time,” Jamie chided playfully, her impatience radiating like a beacon.
Brooke cast an affectionate eye roll at her friend, a quintessential reflection of Jamie's spirited nature, especially under the pressure of time.
"Jamie, wanting to look your best on my inaugural day at work isn’t a flaw," Brooke quipped, sauntering over to Jamie, who shot her a fierce look.
"It is if you end up jobless, and then I have to endure your lamentations about not being able to snag the things on your wishlist or get into college," Jamie shot back.
Brooke chuckled, fully aware of the truth in Jamie's words. "Alright, oh queen of urgency, let’s hit the road since you can’t wait," she declared, breezing past Jamie as she slipped into her boots and snatched her coat. Spring still held the stage, teasing summer's arrival just around the corner.
"Perfect, let’s roll," Jamie replied, tailing Brooke out of the room and into the world, eager to embark on their work adventure. A smile danced on her lips as they approached Jamie's sleek black 1986 Trans Am. With a flourish, she slid into the driver’s seat while Brooke settled into the passenger side, both ready to embrace the day ahead.
Once both women were seated in the car and securely fastened their seatbelts, Jamie pulled out of the driveway and headed towards their workplace. "Are you prepared for the day ahead?" Jamie inquired.
Brooke knitted her brows, pausing to gather her thoughts before answering, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” She sank back into the plush embrace of the leather seats while her friend navigated the road. “Could you shed some light on how long our shift will be?” Brooke asked.
“It hinges on how much time Mike decides he needs from you. It could stretch to eight hours or beyond if he’s prone to assigning overtime,” Jamie replied, her tone as relaxed as her grip on the wheel as they cruised toward the restaurant where both of them worked.
Brooke nodded, knowing well that grumbling was futile given the importance of bringing in some cash. “Can you paint me a picture of our boss? Is he a joy to be around or more of a storm cloud?” she inquired, stealing a glance at her blonde companion.
“It really depends on whether you find yourself in his circle of favor or not,” Jamie answered with a nonchalant shrug, keeping her focus on the road ahead. Brooke nodded, turning on the radio as Jamie deftly maneuvered them closer to the threshold of their workplace.
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