stop this train│john mayer
The one that is living a lie.
Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ Carter, 27 years old
Known as: the girl who seems to have everything.
• Biography: Brooke Carter, the girl who has a perfect life. An all-round sweet girl in high school, who got A’s without trying and just as easily talked video games with the nerds as she did soccer with the jocks. The girl who went on to study law at Harvard and graduated top of her class and is now at a world class law firm. The girl who got married to the perfect guy and lives in a perfect house. Except the guy isn’t so perfect, the house isn’t a home and she is struggling with her work as the pressure from her boss becomes too much. Brooke is living a complete lie, her life a show for the public, so that no one finds out her former soccer star husband is playing around with countless women and everyone keeps thinking they are the perfect match. And Brooke is finally having enough of it. She desperately craves to be the girl she once was, the carefree and strong willed version of herself that had a good time, all the time and was never worried about anything. And she feels that going back to beach house is the only way she will ever be that girl again. Plus, the added bonus of seeing her old boyfriend, the newly singe Jared Miller is another reason to go back the beach house this summer.
• Why she’s returning to the beach house: She needs to get away from her current life and be who she used to be. Plus, she’s curious to see her ex again.
Occupation: lawyer for a top firm.
Relationship status: unhappily married to Danny Andrews, 31 (Josh Kloss), an ex soccer star.
Other notable relationships: her ex, Jared Miller, 28(Jensen Ackles), her mother, Natasha (Julia Roberts), her older sister, Alyssa (Sophia Bush) and her daddy, Thomas (Clive Owen)
Model: Alyssa Miller
1 JULY 2012 [SUNDAY]
time: all day
location: the beach home
event: It’s been ten years but we’re finally back in Malibu! The summer gang has been arriving all day- whether by car, train, or plane. Leave the unpacking for a later time and head outside to enjoy the beach. Nate and the other boys will be barbequing up hamburgers, hot dogs and the other staples. Of course a bonfire will follow our cookout.
Brooke carter│viva la vida
July 1, 2012.
“You are not leaving this house!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes and walking past Danny, who had a face like thunder.
“I am going and that’s final. Now go away, you’re ruining my pre-holiday (vacation) spirit.” Instead of backing off like I told him too, he came storming towards me like a man possessed and I found myself backed up against the cool fridge, feeling the coldness through my shirt.
“As your husband, you will do as I say.” His face was inches from mine and I could feel his hot breath tickling my cheeks.
“And as your wife, I’m telling you to get the f-ck off me before I call the cops and have you arrested for abuse.” He glared at me before finally backing away, but only enough so that I could move away from the fridge.
I ignored him and packed a bottle of water in my bag. I would need it for the plane ride. “There’s a list of things that Ophelia has to do while I’m gone, make sure she gets it.”
He grunted but said nothing as I left the kitchen and headed towards the front door, where my bags were packed and ready for me.
“When will you be back?”
“In a month, give or take a few days. I’m sure you’ll be fine without me. There’ll be no need to hide your whores when you bring them back here.”
I heard him walk towards me and within seconds I could feel his body heat. “Don’t go.”
“Don’t bullsh-t me Danny, you don’t want me to go because you’re not in control. Well guess what? Get used to it. I’ll see you when I get back.”
Picking up my bags, I was just about to walk out of the front door when there was a pull on my arm and I was spun backwards into Danny’s strong, muscled chest. Shifting his head down, he planted a long, slow kiss on my lips. I immediately responded. We might not have liked each other much but we knew how to please each other and his kisses were electric. Pulling away, he smirked at me and put his lips to my ear.
“Something to remember me by when you’re gone.” And then he was gone and I watched as he climbed the stairs and walked into our bedroom.
Shaking my head, I shut the door behind me and opened the car, throwing my bags in carelessly and starting the engine.
The sooner I was in Malibu, the better.
Stepping off the plane, I was hit by the immense heat of the runway. Closing my eyes, I let the heat wash over me and I smiled, feeling instantly at home. It had been so long but the same feeling of relief and anticipation was there in the pit of my stomach. And it always made me smile. Walking the short walk towards the airport, I let everything sink in around me. I was finally back after 10 years. I wondered how much everyone had changed since we carefree teenagers, lost in a world of pure bliss. I’d certainly changed but I could feel a part of the old me, the younger me, stir within my body as if it knew we had come home.
“Welcome to Malibu. We hope you enjoy your stay.”
I smiled politely as one of flight attendants welcomed me into the airport. Looking around, I spotted the closest exit and headed its way, trying not to be crushed by the crowds of people who were busy collecting their luggage. Wheeling my suitcase out of the automatic doors, I glanced around at the many taxi’s lined up and the family’s embracing one another. Scanning the area, I took a right turn, heading down a less busy path, walking past the cars that we’re pulled up, waiting for loved ones. Looking ahead, I saw a head of light brown hair and a familiar smirk and I quickened my pace, reaching the male figure with a smile on my face.
“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.” There stood Jared Miller, right in front of my eyes after nearly 10 years. He laughed a little, his eyes crinkling.
“I couldn’t let you go to the beach house on your own, we’ve always gone together.” He held out his arms and I felt myself pulled into his chest, closing my eyes at the familiarity of his embrace.
“It’s good to see you again, Jare.” He pulled away and gave me a heart warming smile before taking my bags from my hands.
“You too, B.” I smiled and got in the passenger side, waiting for him to get in and start the car. Before he started the engine, he turned to me, smirk on his face.
“To the beach house?” I let out a laugh.
Pointing towards the windscreen, I faced him. “To the beach house.”
As we pulled up, I couldn’t help but smile as I saw the other cars parked up and movement in the windows. The smell of the ocean was delightful as I stepped out of the car, stretching after the car journey. Hearing a laugh behind me, I turned and raised an eyebrow at Jared, who stood with his arms folded on the roof of the car.
He shook his head. “Nothing, I am just waiting for you to whistle to let everyone know you’re here.”
“Well, you don’t have to wait too long.” I turned away from him and whistled loudly. It was my calling card to let everyone know that I was once again at the Beach house. In an instant, Nate stood at the door of the house, grinning like the Cheshire cat before he came running towards me, picking me up and swinging me around like a ragdoll. I squealed, hugging him tightly before letting him go and dropping to the ground.
“I’ve missed you Carter.” I smiled widely.
“Missed you too babe. Would you be able to bring my things into the house?” I gave him my puppy dog eyes routine, the same routine I did every summer we came here and I knew he would relent.
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes but picked up my bags regardless. Walking over to Jared, they did their usual man hug act before they walked up to the house together in conversation. I watched as they went before turning my eyes to the rest of my surroundings, getting lost in the memories that the place brought to me.
“Are you ever going to show you’re ugly face around here?”
I spun around quickly, glaring at Nate who was on the front porch. “F-ck you.”
The only reply I got was a loud laugh. Shaking my head, I turned back to the beach, taking in its sight once last time before going up to the house, a big smile on my face.
Walking into the house cautiously, like the old floor boards would break under me, I turned into the sitting room, where some of the guys sat, the others yet to arrive.
Clearing my throat, I smiled as they turned to me.
Hey guys! So I’m major excited for this roleplay so a big thanks to the mods @withlove-kirsten, @emmylou and @luxecouture for picking me! I would hug you guys if I could ♥ And i am tagging everyone else too @nifty-nikki, @turn-around-bright-eyes, @inglenooks and @rockets-and-rainbows
Okay, so I didn’t include anyone directly because everyone’s stories are conflicting so I thought it was best not to add to it.
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Danny Andrews, 31.
Danny Andrews is a name most people have heard of, unless they lived under a rock. From the tender age of 18, he was thrust into the limelight when he was picked for the USA national soccer team to represent them in their first world cup campaign for a very long time. A talented soccer player, Danny’s career continued as he got older, his talent improving the more time went on. By the time he was 29, his life was perfect with the right amount of soccer and fame and also a loving wife in the form of Brooke, who he had been dating for a couple of years. However, it all went horribly long when a seeming harmless challenge by another player in a league match ended his career. Absolutely devastated by the blow, Danny lost it, turning to drink and drugs and other women to get over his heartbreak, completely ignoring Brooke’s existence. 2 years on and he is still the same guy and he doesn’t care about hurting Brooke. Or does he?
Jared Miller, 28
Jared was Brooke’s first love, together throughout all of high school, they were the perfect couple and seemed made for each other. A tough, quiet type in high school, Brooke broke through all his walls and helped him come out of his shell, introducing him to Nate and the gang when she brought him to Beach house one summer for a couple of nights. A risky move on her part, it luckily worked and they went every summer after that, always together, never apart. Ask either of them what went wrong and they couldn’t give you a straight answer. After their last summer at the Beach house, the tension between them was unbearable and they decided to end it. But they were never finished, not really and Jared has held onto this thought, even throughout the numerous relationships and even the engagement he had. And this summer, he isn’t about to let he slip through his fingers again.