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Brooklyn cleaned up the cafe alone. It was something she and Marie got use to doing after Steven had passed away. She wiped down the tables in the back as one of Star's famous mix CDs played. Brooklyn began to sing to the song that played. "In the night in my dreams I'm in love with you, cause you talk to me like lovers do." then she was interupped by the question, "Do I?" Brooklyn span around to take a look  at the person at the door. Unable to make out who it was she called,"Sorry, we're closed."

"Are you?" The person asked stepping into the light. Brooklyn smiled faintly as she saw who it was. "You know Miss Jay, if you are closed and are alone, you should lock the door."

"It slipped my mind, Mr Keller." She answered. Out of all the people that could walk into J-Mar, why Alex Keller? Alex Keller, the man that called her rude on a Sunday afternoon, but after gave her some really good company. The man she thought was too good to be true cause as easy as he walked into the cafe that day he never came back-until that night.

"So, how we doing?" He asked as he sat himself down at the counter. Brook nodded, as in to say fine. "Good"

"And you?" Brooklyn asked as she went back to wiping her tables. She could feel his eyes on her as he answered that he was also doing fine. Thru her hair that was in her face she gave him a funny look. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as she noticed a distant but comforting look in his eye.

"Do you always hide behinde your hair?" He asked. Brooklyn quickly said no and went back to wiping her tables. He was still looking at her. "You have very pretty eyes. I don't know why you hide them." Alex let out. Brooklyn looked over at him as she snapped, "I don't hide them!" Alex let out a laugh. "So why is your hair always in your eyes?"

"It just happens." Brooklyn answered not making any attempt to brush her hair out her face. She walked over to the counter and took off her apron. "Well, Mr Keller I'm sorry there is no coffee, the cafe is closed. I'm going home." This time she looked him right in the eye. The action sent chills down her back. Why was he having this effect on her?

"Don't be sorry." He smiled as he got up form the stool he was on. "Just don't forget to lock up."

"I won't" Brooklyn mumbled, he was making her feel like she was in high school all over again. She met eyes with him again. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cause I swear I know you." Alex burted out. Brooklyn gave him a funny look. "I know it's crazy but since I meet you that Sunday. I've been wondering where do I know the coffee girl from?"

"The Coffee Girl?" Brooklyn asked a bit annoyed. Alex nodded. "I have a name, it's not coffee girl."

"I know it isn't."Alex let out as if he was sorry to annoye her. "It's Brooklyn." he then let out. Brooklyn nodded, right there she decided she loved the way her name sounded coming from him. "I know you from somewhere, I just don't know where."

"Sorry I can't help you." Brooklyn told him. She knew he didn't know her from anywhere, cause she didn't know him. She felt she needed to give him some hope. "Maybe from a club." she told him he shook his head no. They both walked out the cafe and Brooklyn locked up.

"I swear I've seen you before." Alex said determined to figure out where. "I just dont' know where. Believe me." Brooklyn just gave him a funny look. "I saw those eyes."

"Really?"

"But you were far from happy." He told her softly. Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "Brooklyn, I swear I just don't know when."

"It must have been in another life time." Brooklyn told him softly. Alex said nothing just looked deep into her eyes. "Good night Mr. Keller."

"Good night Brooklyn." He softly said making her smile. She loved the way her name sounded coming out of him. "Do you even know my first name?" He then asked.

Brooklyn smiled really big as she looked him dead in the eyes and said "Yes, I do." she turned away from him and started to walk to the train turning back to him she called back, "Have a good night, Alex."

So where did we leave off....

RECap:

Brooklyn Jay goes out to a club with Star and just when she thinks things are gonna go good....

“I’m happy. Are you having a good time, Bee?” Star asked. Brooklyn shook her head yes. “No, really are you?”

“I haven’t had a good time like this in a long time.” Brooklyn assured her friend, then her eyes laid on the person walking toward them. “Opps, spoke too soon."

"Opps? What do you mean opps?" Star asked as Brooklyn turned ghostly white. Brooklyn said nothing as she watched him walk up.

"Hey, whats going on." He said. Star smiled as she greeted him with a hug. "How are things going with you?"

"Good and you." Star answered. Brooklyn wanted to jump behind the bar or hide under a bar stool.

"Hey, Brooke." He then said uneasy.

"Hello Chase." She answered. She had no clue what to say to him. "How are you?" She asked, not knowing if she really cared or not. He nodded. "Things are good?" She asked as she wondered what the hell kind of an answer is a nod. He nodded again. "That's good." She commented to his nod.

"I'm gonna go dance with Kev." Star said softly as she slided away. Brooklyn crused Star. Come back here, Star, what the fuck are you doing?

"So, how are you, Bee?" Chase asked. Brooklyn shrugged. "I see you darkered your hair." He told her. Brooklyn nodded. "Hows the cafe?"

"I'm having a grand old time with it." Brooklyn let out. She couldn't help herself, he did tell her to have a grand time with it before he walked away from her. He let out a laugh. Brooke nodded, and took a long sip on her drunk. They both stood with nothing to say, each sipping the drinks in hand. It was a weird situation for Brooklyn. All she was able to do was sip her drink. "I'm having a good time." She then let out.

"This is a nice place." Chase commented. The two then became silent again, each looking at each other. "Would you excuse me. I got to use the rest room." Chase let out making Brooklyn laugh and admit she had to use it to just had no idea where it was.  They both made their way to the bath room.

"I hate club lines to use the bath room." Brooklyn let out as she stood on the line. Chase agreed. "Oh, great and its a unisex restroom. I bet someone is fucking in there." Chase let out a laugh. "I bet there is a couple in there. I hate couples like that."

"Your so wrong. Anyway the line isn't long, just one more person before you." Chase told her and he was right she was wrong.Right there the guy before Brooklyn went in. She rushed in after he was done and when she was about to step out Chase pushed her back in. "Stay here." he ordered as he pushed her up against the restroom wall. "Stay here." he said again as he kissed her.

Before Brooklyn could get a grip on what she was doing, she and Chase were getting it on against the restroom wall. "Chase." she let out. "We're becoming the people I don't like." She told him breathlessly.

"Wanna stop?" He asked but not showing any signs of stopping. Brooklyn couldn't answer, yes or no all she was able to say was she wanted to go home. "Come with me."

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The next day Brooklyn's cell phone rang. "Hello?" Brooklyn mumbled.

"Where the fuck did you go?" Star answered a bit upset and concerned.

"Huh?" Brooklyn was confussed. "I'm home?" she answered, not really sure if she was or not. Foucing on what was around her she gasped. "I'll call you back......I'm fine...... I'm sure....I'll call you back" Brooklyn told Star. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed, waking Chase up in his own bed. He looked over at her. "Hey, sweets anything wrong?" He asked in a lazy tone. Brooklyn shook her head no. "Just thinking."

"Yeah me to." Chase said rolling over and back to sleep. Brooklyn watched him fall back to sleep and as soon as he started to lightly snoar she looked around the room quietly for her clothes. "I was thinking of nice it is with you." Chase mumbled. "And how about you?" He slurred, as he fell back to sleep. Brooklyn looked around the room then back at Chase who was fast alseep and answered. "I'm just thinking" she looked up at the celing fan. "How the hell am I going to get my bra from all the way up there?"

Hey!!!!

Wow it has been awhile and all...Brooklyn Jay will be starting up again I've just been in a rut with it, I know how I want to end it but then again I don't. It's confussin' I'm still stuck on who Bee sees coming up to her and Star at the club. Any picks would be taken....

THis has nothing to do with Brooklyn Jay. I wrote this Saturday no wait, Sunday morning after comin' home from the club. I was a bit sweaty, a bit drunk, a bit hyped. But the least bit sleepy....

Who wants a shirt! This guy with the bluest eyes I've ever seen yelled from a stage. He had in his hand a gray Jagermeilter T-shirt. For some reason I wanted it!!! I really wanted this shirt. And I have the slightest clue on why I wanted this top. It was for a man double my size, but it didn't matter I wanted the fuckin' shirt!  Close to the stage I yell at him. "I want it." Half way soundin' like a five year old. "You want it?" He asked, makin' it sound as if I want to fuck him. If I wasn't drunk I would have told him No forget it but I didn't I tell him again "I WANT IT!"

"My shirt for yours."  He holds up the Jagermeilter shirt. What does Jagermeilter taste like anyway!? Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted the shirt. I repeat what he tells me. Whoa, my shirt for yours??  That means my top must come off. That means he will see me in my Victoria Secret bra. Oh Hell No! Yeah right, don't forget I'm drunk I take off my top and throw it at him. Put out my arms to the side as in to ask. "What now?" and he smiles.

"You have my shirt now wheres mine?"  I asked. I'm in a bit of a panic and a bit upset. He was not making me look stupid. I was doing a really good job on my own. He doesn't answer me instead he holds up my top and screams out. "I have a girls, top for this shirt." He holds up the Jagermeilter shirt. "What other girl wants it?" Some other girls put their hands up. He is truely makin' me look like an idiot.

"My shirt for yours!" He tells this one blonde chick. "Hey buddy, what the fuck?" I yell at him. My drunkeness isn't coming off as happy-go-lucky now. It's coming off as the upset mean, I-can-kick-your-ass kinda drunkeness. "I gave you my top, before this bitch came along." I point to the blonde. And yes I called her a bitch. I was able to take her..

"I want the top!" she says and takes off her top. NO NO NO!! this isn't suppose to be happenin' !!!!! I wanted to yell. "That's my shirt!" I yell out at him, then I get really annoyed and ask for my top back. I was standin' in my bra without a even trade Fuck it! I wanted a top. So, I get on stage and snatched the gray Jagermeilter shirt. ....

“I haven’t had a good time like this in a long time.” Brooklyn assured her friend, then her eyes laid on the person walking toward them. “Opps, spoke too soon.”

ok, I wrote this with two people in mind that walk up to Brooklyn and Star. One, being Chase, the guy that told Brooke to have a grand old time  with her cafe and life. The other being D. The ex, boyfriend that gave Brooke drama. I'm not sure which one I want to choose to walk up to Brooke. So, umm to whoever reads this you let me know who you want to walk up....

Chase or D?