{ brookyln -- sister golden hair surprise

[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo nevés ran his fingers through brooklyn cauldwell's thick blonde hair. he'd just badly attempted to braid it, like the natives do. but being just a silly boy, he couldn't really make the sense out of having three pieces and putting one over the other. what did you do with the third piece then?! brooklyn was horrible at explaining all of that girl stuff to arturo. he reached out once again and mussed up her hair at the crown, giving her a noogie as if she were a younger brother. "yeah, fuck that shit, you little savage. you'll just have to have this caveman hair." arturo leaned forward, burying his face in her hair. "it smells like princesses." ha! what was he even talking about? drinking + the sun = bad news for arturo.

he'd known brooklyn didn't drink and they were at the rec center in broad daylight, so arturo had halfsies pre-gamed this outing. though, he wasn't sure he even needed to. he and brooklyn had been besties since day one it seemed like. she always showed him a good time. they were like blood brothers are something. "hey brooklyn," arturo said, grabbing her shoulders and shifting her around to face him. he grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes rather seriously. "we're like blood brothers, you and me." he couldn't finish this with a straight face, though, and started laughing towards the end of it. man, he wished he were funnier. he wanted to see brooklyn smile. her smile was the most adorable thing ever, it always had been.

"why is it soooo hot?!" arturo asked, not really expecting an answer. "por queeeeeeeeeeeee?!" he moaned, making a frowny face at brooklyn. he wanted her to fix it. she always sort of picked up after him, as all girls close to him found themselves having to. he wished she could change the weather. arturo hopped up, kissing brooklyn's cheek and taking her by both hands. in a split second he ran the two of them into the deep end of the pool, holding on closely to her as they splashed into the water. woah woah woah, crazy boy. doesn't miss a beat, does he?

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

_{taste every moment & live it out loud}

brooklyn was sprawled out in front of arturo neves. he was attempting to braid her hair. attempting being they key word. brooklyn was not a good teacher, to say the least, and she wasn't particularly good at braiding hair herself, so trying to teach arturo how to do it, particularly after he'd had a few drinks, was pretty much a lost cause. fortunately, he wasn't yanking her hair out, so it really didn't matter, although she suspected it would be quite the rat's nest when he got done. she tipped her head back as he ran his fingers through the roots of her hair, and then proceeded to give her a noogie, although it wasn't really hard enough to hurt--mostly it just felt like a massage. but then, brook had an unnaturally tough head. "mmm, that feels good" she informed him, the sunlight putting her half asleep. she rolled her eyes inwardly when he buried his nose in her hair and informed her it smelled like princesses, sputtering out a laugh. "you'd better not gets not in my hair" she told him sharply, although she didn't mean it sharply at all. that was the thing about the two of them--they could be totally sarcastic or seem like they were dead serious, and the other would know whether they were legit or not, even when nobody else could.

she groaned like it was way too much effort to move when he grabbed her shoulders and made her turn around. she proceeded to run her fingers through her hair and shove it up into a sloppy bun as she turned around to face him. "we're like blood brothers, you and me." she stared at him blankly for a long moment, but eventually his laugh caught up with her and she found herself giggling, too. "the only problem with that, art, my boy, is i have a vag, not a cock. and the fact that we don't share blood. and the fact that i would never slice my wrist open and let you slice yours open and drip blood into me. what if you have aids?" she teased him with another little feminine giggle.

"ohh, you're getting all fancy and spanish on me, now, huh?" she asked. she only rolled her eyes at his whining. she enjoyed the heat, personally, but she knew not everyone did. she wasn't sure why she liked it so much. it wasn't as if she had been born in a hot place or anything. she just liked it. she glanced up at him a little warily as he dragged her to her feet, and realized a second too late that he was dragging her toward the pool. "art, no, no no!" she squealed. "art, i'm wearing whiiiiiite!" she moaned. "aaaaaaaaaart" she whined, dragging his name out as she stared down at her soaked clothes. considering she was wearing a white sports bra beneath the panda bear tank top, it wasn't doing much for her at that particular moment, and neither were the white shorts. she pulled away from his close hold on her, planting her hands on hips for a moment. "bad art" she scolded, wagging a finger at him like a mother, and then bent down, and sent a huge splash his way before darting as fast as she could through the water toward the edge. slogging might have been a better term, as it's rather hard to run at any kind of speed in water...

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[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo laughed as he dunked brooklyn into the water. 'i'm wearing all white' pfft. like that was a bad thing. arturo tried to sneak a peak at her as they rose to the surface of the deep blue water, but no such luck because second after scolding him like his mother, she darted off in the other direction. "oh! you little scumbag, get back here!" arturo yelled, before swimming off after her. he was taller than her, and the fact that she was trying to run underwater heavily contributed to her ultimate loss in this speed race.

arturo reached her rather quickly and wrapped his arms around her, shoving her underwater. "victory!" he screamed, pumping his fists in the air as if he was on ehu shore. it was definitely a magnificent win, beating a firl across the shallow end of a pool and then shoving her underwater, as if they were children at a summer camp. arturo laughed at brooklyn as she rose up from underwater, her hair fallen from it's bun and now matted and tangled around her shoulders, pieces drooping in her face. "woah, nessie! it's about time you decided to rise from the depths!" arturo teased her, sticking on hand out and moving a strand of hair from her eyes. "you in there, brook?" he laughed.

arturo flipped over, floating on his back drifiting past brooklyn. he was making his way towards the edge of the pool, because h'ed eyed a dippin' dots stand and you know, who in their right mind would miss that? "come here, sugar lips!" arturo called out to brooklyn as she grew smaller and farther away from him. if she missed out on dippin' dots she was waay stupid.

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

_{taste every moment & live it out loud}

brook squealed as he dragged her under again, promptly inhaling a mouthful of water. when he let her up, she sputtered and coughed, turning a glaring blue eye on him. "yeah, you think you're all cool and macho" she snapped, before promptly being dunked under again. despite her strength, arturo had size on his side and she was no match. "yeah, real nice job, beating a girl" she told him.

she stared at him as he brushed her hair back from her face, asking if she was in there. "no!" she yelled. "you drowned her! i'm just a demon possessing her body" she retorted, flipping upside down and shaking her hair out a little bit, water droplets flying everywhere as she shook her head, getting rid of the worst of the knots.

she eyed him rather maliciously as he flipped over on his back, waiting til he was far enough to feel safe before lunging after him, shoving him under the water, and darting through in a strong breast stroke, pulling herself out of the water with strong arms and hoisting herself onto her feet, where she then darted away from the pool, far enough away that she wasn't in danger of being pushed back in again.

she stood away from the edge, watching art with a devilish little smirk as she wrung the worst of her water out of the tank top. her shorts were a lost cause, but she wrung her hair out rather aggressively, in a way that made it look like she was falling painfully. whens he was done though, she flipped it all back and it hung down in loose waves. she almost looked like a model for beachwear or something. the only thing missing was the beach. "sugar lips, huh?" she asked, from the safety of her spot away from the pool. "that's a new one." arturo had a ridiculous number of pet names. she couldn't evne begin to count all the things he'd called her over the years. when he finally got out of the water she darted behind him, gave a little hop, and wrapped her arms around his chest, her knees clutching at his hips with typical dancer strength. "gi' up" she said softly into his ear, rather suggestively, and squeezing even harder with her legs.

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[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo let out a breathy laugh at brooklyn as she called him out on his 'sugar lips.' he'd only ever kissed brooklyn like that once, and to be honest he was so afraid of losing her for it that he never tried to again. but she would notice his little pet names. he threw them out subconsciously. as a leo, arturo always wanted to be the source of everyone else's happiness and if it took a few 'pretty lady's and 'sugar lips' to get closer to that then it was whatever. it was what he did.

arturo felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he playfully reached out behind him to catch what he knew was brooklyn, he felt her hop onto his back, squeezing her with those fit little dancer's legs of hers. he couldn't stop laughing, "damn girl!" his arms werw wrapped behind him now, holding her in the piggyback ride position. "give up" she whispered in his ear. her breath on his neck gave him chills and he loved her all the more right there. honestly, brooklyn was the best. he loved her even more than he loved eating his boogers, and arturo truly needed her. without her trust and guidance in his life arturo would have no rock. but as he held her on his back he realized he could never keep her from the rest of the world and that someday someone else would love her even more, romantically love her even more than he ever could.

arturo held her even tighter, readjusting his arms around her legs behind him. they were like apes in the jungle and she was his baby to protect. and i guess that made him the mom. whew. oh! arturo remembered the dippin' dots. "oh,shit! i almost forgot!" arturo started running towards the iced treats stand, hoping to scare and excite brooklyn just a little, in the same way one would with small children. he stopped, as soon as he neared the stand. had this always been here? he gently let brooklyn down and looped arms with her, as if they were a pair of girls roaming the halls of any given junior high. "my lady, we are getting dippin' dots. my treat!" arturo stared up at the menu intently. this was kinnnnnd oooof a big deal.

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[brooklyn ava cauldwell]

_{taste every moment & live it out loud}

brook and arturo had been friends for a long time, and one of the things she was most grateful for was the fact that they had been able to maintain their close friendship, even after their dating life fizzled out. some couples ended in awkward relationships and lost friendships, but she and art had stayed close. he was, by far, one of her best friends. she wasn't surew hat she'd do without him.

she giggled at his little damn girl! squeezing even harder, pretty much as hard as she could. then she sobered a little."art, promise me something?" she asked, and continued before he could really respond. "promise that someday when you get some girlfriend who's hanging all over you enough to keep up with your ego" even when she was being serious, brook found a way to keep things light. or at least to tease people. brook was definitely a tease. "that we'll always be best friends?" she giggled a little and bit the top of his ear right before he set her down.

she grinned as he looped his arm with her, very much like little kids or something. that was yet another thing that she loved about art. he was never afraid to be himself, however goofy or ridiculous or stupid that was, he was always art, he was always true to himself. and as a result, it made brook feel more free to be herself. not that she needed any help with that. brook was pretty fearless, not at all afraid to be whatever she wanted, whoever she wanted. still, she felt even more like herself, whoever that was, when she was with arturo.

she giggled a little when he called her my lady. he was definitely good for her confidence, too. the two were just good for each other, the whole way 'round. "your treat, huh? mr. money bags" she teased. "if you're buying, i want a big one" she said with a nod, examining the list of flavors. "cookies and cream" she added, nodding again, as if that confirmed her order.

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