she's broken like an angel// oliver

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OLIVER ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn had gotten home the day after Christmas which means this was her third day going on a drunken state. Yes, just a few days from the New Year and she was fairly drunk. Well, since it was the afternoon she was only really starting to get to the level of drunkenness she wanted. She figured by eight or nine that night she’d be where she wanted which is to the point she basically forgot her own name. Which meant she forgot who Tristan. Though, that was only brief. The entire time she had been home she was a mess. When around her family she could hold it together well enough though her grandmother knew something was up. When alone, usually driving, she sort of let it all go. Brooklyn had messed up big time. She knew it, her grandmother knew it, Kylie knew it and probably just about anyone who saw her and Tristan interact over the last, what? Four or five months? She knew people were mad at her too like Oliver. Oh boy, had he made that clearly known right after everything had happened. That’s why today would be hard. Really hard. She had to go to Oliver’s apartment because she had left a sweater and a couple books there. It was high time she got them and let him be. She already knew he was upset with her she just walking in wasn’t an option. No, she couldn’t be her usual Brooklyn self when she visited him. Today she would be normal and knock on his front door. She’d ask for her things and maybe try to explain herself if he’d let her. The night everything happened she had started to but he just got even more upset and left. That night she felt like her whole world had shifted. At the time of turning him down, her reasons seemed valid enough. Even now when about six drinks in it still seemed valid. But when sober it wasn’t that way at all. Her decision was a foolish one. Not only would he never be hers but now they would no longer be friends either. He probably hated her after what she had said. Brooklyn couldn’t blame him. Couldn’t blame either of the Welcott brothers. She had been an awful person. For once why couldn’t her blunt thoughts take over in the way they should have? Not the way she willed them to. But, she really wasn’t the right girl for him. Tristan was a gentleman through and through. He hadn’t even been with a girl. That didn’t bother her at all but she was the opposite. Minus the girl part. She had been with guys-plenty of them. She had slept around often over the span of nearly two years. Brooklyn was loud and rude and the opposite of what Tristan deserved. Hose thoughts made her eyes well up with tears again. She promptly wiped them away as she went towards Oliver’s door. She tried her best to brace herself for whatever he had to say to her. If she got into it with him things could get ugly real fast. She knew her temper when up against his-Brooklyn usually let things out she didn’t mean to have known. And those fights were mild and over petty things. This was something major. Brooklyn had turned down Oliver’s brother. He had every right to be pissed at her. She was pissed at herself. Only after leaving him, when alone, had she realized how truly deep her feelings went. What she had was much more then a crush. And when home she realized the answer was right in her face-over the last four months Brooklyn had grown to love Tristan. And she had blown it. Her exposed fingers curled to knock against the wooden door. Her face was void of make-up and she knew it didn’t look good at all. Some moisturizer had been put on just to even things out. How well it had stood up to the day was something she couldn’t tell until either at the pub or her house. At this point she was unsure where she planned to drink away her sorrows. All Brooklyn wanted to do was get her things, say goodbye to Oliver and try to move on from the pain she was feeling at this moment. super excited for this thread!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[OLIVER SEBASTIAN WELCOTT]

[/color] His arms crossed and his jaw was set. Come to tell me... Oliver looked down at her just as he was about to say something rather insulting, but stopped mid sentence when he realized how awful she looked. Uncrossing his arms, his entire demeanor changed. He cleared his throat, and said Brooklyn...please...come in. Stepping down onto the step, he put his arm around her, and ushered her into the apartment. She looked awful and Oliver was genuinely concerned for her. Are you alright? He put a tender hand on her shoulder. How's your father?[/ul][/size]

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OLIVER ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn stepped back when the door opened. Not because she thought Oliver would take a swing or anything but because she had been leaning on the door frame a bit too heavily. She wasn’t really that drunk just more buzzed mixed with hung over. And exhausted. She was tired of everything going on. Tired of crying. Tired of work. Tired of dealing with her family. And tired of her mistakes coming to haunt her. The sooner she could get over things the better. “Yeah I’ve been back for a few days,” she said casually. Brooklyn did everything to hold her emotions back. Her normal sunshine demeanor was gone. She no longer cared about hiding how she felt. At first she thought he was going to yell, causing her spine to go tense. Then he surprised her. Really surprised. Oliver put a caring arm around her and ushered her into his home. She was so shocked so she just stopped her original thought process. That and the three drinks didn’t help either. Her fingers pulled at her oversized sweater, her nails gripping at the thick yarn. Brooklyn didn’t have time for faux niceties. She was not ignorant to the fact that Oliver was very cross with her. That night he had made it known and she could tell when she first showed up hat he was prepared to let loose again. Shaking herself loose from his grip, Brooklyn moved a few feet in front of him but kept her back to him. The smell of fish sticks-or fish fingers as Oliver called them-started to fill the place. He seemed to be in the middle of making himself something to eat. “You can cut the act Oliver, I know you’re still pissed. I just came for my things I left here then you no longer have to worry about me coming around.” Her body turned but only the profile of her body was within his sight. Her head turned as she pushed her hair out of her face before she gazed at him. Her eyes were cold though not towards him. That’s how Brooklyn’s stare came off to everyone now-a-days. Void of any emotion, any of the light that it held before. All that was left was a shell of who she was. The so called sassy side of her was there but in a bitter manner. Whenever she made a quip at someone it was more often mean then in a playful manner. What did it matter if she was herself or not? “It’s what you’ve wanted, to be left alone, right?” Brooklyn’s teeth bit down on the inside of her cheek before she looked around the apartment trying to find her things. Not seeing them right around, she started to walk around, grunting. “Oliver where are my things! My sweater and my books I let…” her eyes closed as she swallowed a lump. Her voice dropped a couple levels as she shook away the sadness welling up in her. “The books I let your brother borrow.” Once those items were in her hands she could leave. If she didn’t have them soon she might go a bit psycho and rip his place apart finding them. The only thing holding her back was that Oliver could call the cops if she did that. That wouldn’t matter in about five minutes, maybe less, if he didn’t produce her things. When Brooklyn was pissed, she went into a blind rage. Nothing really mattered and she just let things slip out. Random items would fly around and relationships were often ruined because of how much she let those emotions take over. so I hope this works ;]

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[OLIVER SEBASTIAN WELCOTT]

[/color] he sighed and shook his head. You're drunk....why are you drunk? he asked. Wht do you have to be so upset about? As far as Oliver knew, Brooklyn was still of the m indset of not wanting to be inolved with Tristan, at what would appear to be all costs. Perhaps something else had happened. Perhaps things had gone even worse with her fahter and uncle. Women could be so darn confusing at times and that flustered Oliver even more.

Oliver was really taken aback by her blow about him wanting to be left alone. All he could do was let out a long sigh. He hadn't really wanted to be alone and Brooklyn knew that. WHy was she being so vengeful. This really was not like the woman who had become his dear friend. That's the alcohol speaking...Brooklyn. He said softly. I don't know where your things are. Oliver replied truthfully. To be quite honest, he hadn't even realized that Brooklyn had loanedTristan anything. Alright! Settle down...I'll go look in his room and see if he lef them in there.\

Blowing out his cheeks, Oliver turned from Brooklyn and went to Tristan's room. He reemgered a few minutes later with a pile of her things. Here....And my suggestion...Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it.....If what's upsetting you, is the fact that you turned Tristan down....than fix it....Done come here and treat me like I'm the problem. Go fix your mess. Yes Oliver was being stern and probably a bit unfeeling, but it was what Brooklyn needed at the moment, whether she realized or accepted that or not. [/size][/ul]

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OLIVER ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn couldn’t look directly at Oliver. When she turned her eyes in his general vicinity, she would look at his shoulder or just over it. Never did her eyes meet his own. When he brought up her being drunk she rolled her eyes as she rubbed the side of her neck. No, she didn’t think she was drunk yet. Was she? “I’ve only had a couple. Give me an hour. Then I’ll be good and drunk.” Her image was already ruined with him why not continue to add to it? If he thought her a drunk then so be it. She was already the heartbreaker who had been cruel to his sibling. There was no reason to try to make herself seem the better person. No, Brooklyn would never be that anymore. Nor could she keep up all the defenses she had before. Most of them were torn down when she let Tristan in and just crumbled when she let him walk away. All her emotions were coming out and would continue to do so for a good chunk of time. Him asking what she was so upset about was promptly ignored. He had no desire to listen to her the night everything had happened so why try to go into detail now? Her body moved near the couch to see if at least her sweater had fallen behind the pillows. It’s not like it was a bulky one but a thinner style that hung loosely. When she put his pillows back into place her head shook in frustration. “No it’s not the alcohol it’s you. What you’ve told me many times before-to leave you alone. Now your wish is my command.” The venom dripping off her tongue was one reserved for the most dire of situations. For those she truly hated or those who she knew(or presumed) hated her. In this case Brooklyn figured Oliver hated her and would for a long time. So, trying to keep that hate going was the best option. Brooklyn grumbled out a “Thank you,” as she moved to stand near an array of pictures Oliver had. The left arm went up across her stomach and then gripped and the opposite arm. She could only stand there looking at the photos for a minute before she turned away. No, that would only make things worse thinking about him. Whenever Brooklyn stopped to think about him or look at the photos she had snapped of him and Oliver she felt too many emotions. Mainly sadness and guilt. Those two emotions, especially mixed with love, were powerful ones indeed. At this moment Brooklyn was able to keep her emotions back since she was in Oliver’s house. No reason for him to see her being weak. Once her things were in her hand, she uttered her thanks and made to leave. When she was within a few feet of the door, Oliver’s words stung her deep. Her fingers tightened their grip around the bound books while she tried to calm herself. When he said ‘go fix her mess’, well, that drove her over the edge. With her anger in her eyes she turned back to Oliver, her jaw set in place. “You don’t know a damn thing Oliver! It’s not a mess when it’s the way it has to be. He deserves someone better then me. So excuse if I loved him enough to let him find better. And excuse me if you’re taking things wrong and think I’m treating you like the problem. No-coming here hurts.” Brooklyn did the one thing she didn’t want to do while here and that’s have her eyes well up with salty tears. At the beginning of her rant it was so strong and she held her point. About the part when she started talking about Tristan deserving better is when her voice began to break as the sobs wanted to escape, but she choked them back. “So no, I won’t go fix it. I’ll go deal with my feelings my own way and try to forget about him. As he should do too. I’m not worth remembering. And you won‘t need to worry about me being a problem anymore.” Yes, Brooklyn was definitely drunk. Her normal confident self was gone. She put herself down and made herself feel smaller then plankton. Eventually she’d get back to her normal self. Just right now, talking to Oliver and seeing photos of Tristan, was not the place to start. so I hope this works ;]

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[OLIVER SEBASTIAN WELCOTT]

[/color] Oliver and Tristan had never been ones to drown their troubles in a bottle. It was a temporary patch to the bigger problem and only made one feel worse in the end. He hated to see people acting the way Brooklyn was right now. Brooklyn...you know I didn't meant that. Oliver replied, in reference to her comment about him wanting to be left alone. It's really your persistent efforts that have helped me to get to where I am. It wasn't just that Oliver was trying to encourage Brooklyn, it was the truth. Sure Tristan and Gran had helped too, but the biggest "trophy" went to Brooklyn. She'd been the one who had been here for him most consistently.

Oliver flopped down onto the couch, which faced the door, and listened as Brooklyn reamed him out. But her words had no affect on him. He still felt that she and Tristan needed to be together. She said things had to be this way, but he didn't see it that way. If two good people were in love, than why shouldn't they follow their hearts and act on it? Brooklyn was just being thick and silly at this point, not to mention selfish. Why? he asked gently, wanting her to think hard about her reasoning. Why do things have to be this way? Why does Tristan have to suffer because of the person you used to be? He looked her straight in the eye as he said the words. Don't you think it's up to Tristan to decide who is and isn't "good enough" for him? Why are you being so selfish....Brooklyn? Ask yourself...for Tristan's sake, for my sake, for your own sake. Why?

Getting up from his sea, Oliver approached her and placing a hand on each of her shoulders, he smiled at her. Brooklyn...you are a good, sweet person, no matter what your past is. I can see that in you, Tristan sees it in you. He doesn't care about who or what you used to be. All that matters to him and to me, is what you are now....You two love each other, and you both deserve at least a chance at happiness. Giving her shoulders an affectionate little squeeze, his eyes twinkled. You're a risk taker Brooklyn....a go-getter, remember? Oliver said with some excitement on his face. Don't live with regrets....Brooklyn....seize your chance....Don't let him get away. Oliver knew, now matter how much she might fight him now. She'd do what was right in the end [/ul][/size]

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OLIVER ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Oliver may think he knew what was the best way to handle this situation but he wasn’t standing on her end of things. He was seeing his brother’s side which to him, she figured, was the most important one. Brooklyn could have people be there for her if she opened up about what she was feeling. Not just about Tristan but everything else in her life. Brooklyn kept things locked down so much that now that the floodgates of her emotions were unlocked. She needed to find a way to restrain them back again, never let anyone that close to who she was. When she did everything just fell right apart. “Well you’re doing better. I think you’ll be fine now that you’ve met Cameron.” He was a doctor so he may be able to get through to Oliver in a different way then she was able to. Brooklyn just couldn’t keep coming here. Now also because the way he was looking at her was getting to her. No, she didn’t really see anger but something else. Perhaps disappointment mixed with confusion? Ok, hearing her words back in her head it probably didn’t sound all that great. The logic was flawed. when did it ever work out when you just let someone go because you thought it was better? Not often she figured. Her parents were a decent example. When her father joined her military, he had left Brooklyn and her mother behind thinking it was best. Her mother had been very angry and the only thing keeping her father distracted was his training. But they found their way back to one another. Brooklyn remained silent as she thought over everything he said. The thumb on her right hand went up to wipe under each eye as she breathed in and out through her nose. It took all her restraint not to throw her things in her arm. No, not at Oliver but just in general. Brooklyn sank down onto one of the chairs, placing the little pile of items on her lap. “Well it’s too late Oliver. Even if he wanted to be with me before it’s before over two weeks.” Brooklyn laughed out of frustration. “What romantic comedy are you living in, Oliver? Real life doesn’t work like that. I may be a ‘go-getter’ but this is one instance where that wouldn’t work out.” This is why Brooklyn had been such a mess since being home. She knew there was no going back after letting this much time pass. Brooklyn hadn’t even made an effort to contact Tristan the entire time she was home. She figured just cutting things off cleanly until everyone had moved on was best. so I hope this works ;]

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[OLIVER SEBASTIAN WELCOTT]

[/color] He told her. Yes....I've met your friend Cameron...And I've said I'd think about doing some things at the hospital....But that doesn't mean I'm completely back on my feet. Oliver explained further. The truth is...I've come to....depend on you....Brooklyn....and I've come to look forward to you being around....And Tristan left...believing that I'd still have someone here for me when and if I needed them....I can tell you that...I am going to need support....And that really isn't easy for me to admit....But going back into a hospital situation is going to prove quite the challenge for me....And I'm sure some days I'm going to treat you like I don't want you here again....I apologize in advance.....I do need Tristan....and I do need you and Gran...and your grandmother.....You're family to me Brooklyn....And family is the only thing in this world that I have. Oliver hoped that these words would get through to her. He meant every last one of them.

Oliver laughed when Brooklyn said it was too late because it had been over two weeks. You really think Tristan's gotten over you that quickly?! Come on....dear Brooklyn....Give him some credit....He's a good man....He's not a....player as you American's call them. He doesn't trifle with women and their affections....He's still thinking about you....trust me. You are on his mind. If anyone would know what his brother was thinking, it would surely be Oliver and vise versa. The brother's knew everything there was to know about one another....minus a few very intimate details which should always be kept extremely private.

Oliver sighed heavily and shook his head at her yet again. Brooklyn...the real world does work that way...if you're in love....and you have a little faith....Have a little faith Brooklyn....please....Before you throw away this chance forever....just try....Ask yourself....do you really have anything to lose by just trying? He said very seriously, but not in a stern or rude way. What is the worst he could say? No. Right? And you come back and it's still over and you were right....That's the worst that can possibly happen.....But.. Oliver smiled and winked at her. If you take a chance and go after him....you could have your "happily ever after". As he said this, he lifted his hands at eye level and his fingers popped out, as if they were fireworks and with big eyes he grinned at her. You WILL regret it for the rest of your life if you don't take this chance while you have it. And I believe you know you will. That was all Oliver had. He'd done his absolute best. If this couldn't convince her, than she wasn't worth being convinced. [/ul][/size]

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OLIVER ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE “I’ve never shown you every side of me Oliver.” Ok more the drunk and buzzed side. Brooklyn was an angry drunk. She never got violent while drunk but her words always dripped venom. It was especially bad if there was something awful going on in her life. At this point there was a whole pile of it. Her uncle’s trials, her father healing, her running Tristan off and now a massive wedding order that she’d have just over a month to do. She would be working to the bone and alcohol would be her friend along with coffee. Or that’s what she figured. It was an awful way to think but she was starting to rag on herself. A lot. A brow went up as she rested her weight on her left leg, the attitude shown throughout her whole body. “You actually want me around still? After everything with Tristan you still want me around?” That was...surprising. She thought he’d be running her off with a scalpel or something. Oliver’s laugh stung at her and the words were even worse. She had hoped that Tristan could just move on. She didn’t think she was anything special. Sure, she was fairly confidant in herself but being so long out of a relationship one began to think that there was nothing appealing about them. That’s exactly when she had been thinking. Even though Tristan was so sweet to her it was hard to keep those thoughts out of her mind. The hurt and anger mixed together though the hurt was quickly winning out. “I didn’t say he was a player. Just...two weeks is a long time to hold onto someone who rejected you.” Ouch. Those words even hurt her. What was this? Brooklyn hated feeling these emotions. She had done so well in keeping them all locked down. And it wasn’t just Tristan’s fault. Both the Welcott men had done something to make her feel like way. She had every right to get angry at Oliver too for caring so much. Oh the twisted logic that Brooklyn Sawyer had. A single tear escaped Brooklyn’s eye. She was glad she was facing the door so Oliver didn’t see it. All he could possible see was her hand as it wiped at her already blotchy skin. “Is it really that obvious that I love him?” Her voice was very soft. If it wasn’t for the fact the only things making noise in the apartment were them it probably wouldn’t have been heard. She pulled her knees close as she rotated in the chair. Her thin arms wrapped around her legs and pulled them close while her forehead pressed to her knees. The only thing visible was her brown hair as her head shook from side to side. “He’ll think I’m an idiot.” When she brought her head back up she pressed her lips to her knees next. Brooklyn’s gaze held steady on Oliver. “When did the tables turn? I’m supposed to be giving you peep talks.” At this point that was about all of the Brooklyn spirit she could muster. “I like this side of you. Tristan was right, you are funny.” Brooklyn’s feet wiggled in thought. Everything he said made perfect sense. At least if she tried she’d be able to move on because she heard him say no himself. Maybe she’d come better then how she been since currently she was just beating herself up constantly. She sighed out her next words. “Where would I even go? I don’t know even know where to find him. I haven’t even talked to him since we each left.” so I hope this works ;]

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[OLIVER SEBASTIAN WELCOTT]

[/color] He shook his head, his zany hair bouncing a bit as he did so. Just because I'm upset about you and Tristan, doesn't mean I don't care about you anymore....No matter what happens...we'll always be dear, close friends...as far as I'm concerned, that is. Oliver felt bad that she thought, just because he was upset about Tristan, that he didn't want her around anymore! No, no, no. Brooklyn had been a source of contention to him from time to time. But he'd always love her as a friend and he'd always want her to barge in on him unawares from time to time. He'd actually come to count on it, though he'd never admit it. Which was just his way. If two weeks was long enough for my brother to stop thinking about the only woman he's ever truly been in love with, than he needs his head examined Oliver said with firm confidence.

With an sympathetic smirk, Oliver nodded his head. Yes Brooklyn...it is so very obvious....it was even obvious to Tristan...who is very thick when it comes to who likes him and who doesn't. Oliver bit his lip so as not to laugh. But it was true. Tristan had been with a girl or two in the past, but never anything serious. However, he could have had something serious before Brooklyn, but he'd been silly and blind about it all. Oliver was glad he had been though, because none of those girls, as wonderful as they had been, could ever have compared to their Brooklyn. He'll think no such thing....trust me Brooklyn...trust me Oliver moved to sit on the arm of the chair, and put his arm around her, like a brother might do when he was trying to comfort a jilted sister. Only Brooklyn was the jilter not the jilted in this case. Well that was getting boring....I've got to be allowed to give you a talk from time to time. He smiled and laughed a moment later when she said he was funny. Well I'm glad you think so. Oliver kissed the top of Brooklyn's head, again in a brotherly manner. It was quite obvious it wasn't a case of him coming on to her. Oliver had grown quite fond of Brooklyn and thought of her very much as a sister to him. Though again, he would never say, as that was just him.

They were silent for a little bit. Oliver could tell Brooklyn was thinking and thinking hard. When she finally did comment, it was music to his ears. That's the spirit Brooklyn! He exclaimed, jumping up from the chair. Oh don't worry about that. I'll get you all the information you need. I can even get you a ticket to the opening of his show....that is...if you're going? Oliver gave her a sly wink, knowing that it wasn't going to be hard to make her mind up for her now, as she had begun to give in. [/size][/ul]