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</div><b>Name:</b>Brook Allen<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Malibu, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday 5th, July 2021 (evening)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Backyard | the far edge of the pool<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>single<br/><b>Tagging:</b>OPEN<br/><b>Vibe:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DqH8rzTZkbuM&amp;hash=f17b39b4eb939eb75d30dc940c4cf894" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH8rzTZkbuM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The Monkees - Daydream Believer</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Brook missed her mom and dad right now. She had walked away from the one thing that held her together and gave her happiness in the villa. She didn't know anyone else except Grace, and she seemed to be tied up in her own stuff at the moment. Now what was she going to do? Not a friend in sight as she glanced around the villa... Jackson had been fun to talk to but Brook felt shattered inside... This wasn't the type of thing she wanted to talk to a complete stranger about. There was no where to go in the villa to escape. Even right now, she had two choices, go inside where most people would either be gathering or had already gathered or stay out in the backyard where Danny was and the other half of the people were. Damn villa, there is no where to hide.<br/><br/>The water drew her, it was as close to the ocean as she could get. She strolled to the darkest corner of the backyard, at the edge next to the pool and undressed. She had to get his sweater off, his scent was killing her. She tossed the sweater back towards the outer edge beside the pool along with her shorts.<br/><br/>Being sure that no one at a distance could hear her, Brook began to sing softly. She wasn't good but as a kid growing up on pageants, modelling and acting she had all the lessons including vocal and otherwise. ...At the very least, she wasn't out of tune.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><i>Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings<br/>
Of the bluebird as she sings<br/>
The six o'clock alarm would never ring<br/>
But it rings, and I rise<br/>
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes<br/>
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings</i></span><br/><br/>Brook slipped into the water and quietly moved along the edge of the infinity pool, getting as deep into the shadows as she could so no one could see her crying or hear the singing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><i>Cheer up, sleepy Jean<br/>
Oh, what can it mean that<br/>
To a daydream believer<br/>
And a homecoming queen<br/>
<br/>
You once thought of me<br/>
As a white knight on his steed<br/>
Now, you know how happy I can be<br/>
Whoa, and our good times start and end<br/>
Without dollar one to spend<br/>
But how much, baby, do we really need</i></span><br/><br/>Her voice cracked a little as she let the tears out, but singing silly old sixties songs reminded her of family and home so it made things a little better... In her mind there was a bonfire on the beach, a scuffed up old guitar, and the sound of her father's voice singing all his little girl's favorite songs<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><i>Cheer up, sleepy Jean<br/>
Oh, what can it mean that<br/>
To a daydream believer<br/>
And a homecoming queen...</i></span><br/><br/>Brook ducked under and came back up again, humming the tune in her head, letting the water wash away that horrible dirty feeling like she had been used. She repeated that several times. Then halted, rested her chin on the edge and looked out at the stars far across the field and to the ocean in the distance. She would give anything to be out there right now in the surf. The sounds of the waves melded with the crackling bonfire as she hummed.