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(narrated by Brooke)
Chapter 1:
It had been a month and a week since I got married to David Cook. He had moved into my house, it being the bigger of the two. I was helping David unpack all his stuff. He had a lot of it.
"David, ugh, where do you want this box?" I asked him, holding up a heavy box.
"Brooke, let me get that one," he told me, "its heavy."
"Thanks," I replied, sarcastically, "I didn't know that."
He chuckled and took the box from me.
"Hey... uh... Brooke-a-lie," he began, "I had an idea."
"Shoot," I said, carrying another box in the room.
"What if we turned my old house into a restaurant?" he asked, "it is in that big empty lot, which would make a perfect parking lot."
"A restaurant?" I asked, in shock, "David, we have too much going on. You, with your recording company, me, trying to find one."
"Well I'm not recording again for another year and a half," he said, "and until you find one, it will be a good way to spend our time."
"But a RESTAURANT?" I asked, "we don't have the cooking talent, or the staff..."
"You have the cooking talent," he told me, "and I already ran the idea by our peeps, and they'd be willing to be waitrers/waitresses."
I blushed.
"Aww... thanks," I said, "um... our PEEPS?"
"Carly, Jason, David A., Kristy Lee," he explained, "our peeps."
"Gotcha," I replied, "I don't know David. A restaurants a lot of work."
"I'll do most of the work," he told me, "but you'll fall in love with it."
"What do you mean?" I asked, "there is no restaurant to fall in love with."
"Not yet there isn't," David said, "but just you wait and see."
"David..." I said, "what did you do?"
"Well..." David said, casually, "I sorta took my check from the recording company and..."
"You didn't!" I shouted. Then I started laughing.
"No, David, you didn't."
"Sure did," he said, smiling, "happy birthday, Brookie."
"David, my birthday's not for another week," I said, blushing.
"Yeah, so?" he asked, "c'mon, I want to show you something."
Oh no.
David led me to the car and he drove me to his old house, except it didn't look like his old house. There were big letters that spelled "The Cook n' Brooke."
Chapter 1:
It had been a month and a week since I got married to David Cook. He had moved into my house, it being the bigger of the two. I was helping David unpack all his stuff. He had a lot of it.
"David, ugh, where do you want this box?" I asked him, holding up a heavy box.
"Brooke, let me get that one," he told me, "its heavy."
"Thanks," I replied, sarcastically, "I didn't know that."
He chuckled and took the box from me.
"Hey... uh... Brooke-a-lie," he began, "I had an idea."
"Shoot," I said, carrying another box in the room.
"What if we turned my old house into a restaurant?" he asked, "it is in that big empty lot, which would make a perfect parking lot."
"A restaurant?" I asked, in shock, "David, we have too much going on. You, with your recording company, me, trying to find one."
"Well I'm not recording again for another year and a half," he said, "and until you find one, it will be a good way to spend our time."
"But a RESTAURANT?" I asked, "we don't have the cooking talent, or the staff..."
"You have the cooking talent," he told me, "and I already ran the idea by our peeps, and they'd be willing to be waitrers/waitresses."
I blushed.
"Aww... thanks," I said, "um... our PEEPS?"
"Carly, Jason, David A., Kristy Lee," he explained, "our peeps."
"Gotcha," I replied, "I don't know David. A restaurants a lot of work."
"I'll do most of the work," he told me, "but you'll fall in love with it."
"What do you mean?" I asked, "there is no restaurant to fall in love with."
"Not yet there isn't," David said, "but just you wait and see."
"David..." I said, "what did you do?"
"Well..." David said, casually, "I sorta took my check from the recording company and..."
"You didn't!" I shouted. Then I started laughing.
"No, David, you didn't."
"Sure did," he said, smiling, "happy birthday, Brookie."
"David, my birthday's not for another week," I said, blushing.
"Yeah, so?" he asked, "c'mon, I want to show you something."
Oh no.
David led me to the car and he drove me to his old house, except it didn't look like his old house. There were big letters that spelled "The Cook n' Brooke."
