Brooke's POV:
I was embarrassed that I was caught eavesdropping and I was even more embarrassed that I got so mad at them over a stupid joke. Once we pulled into Cole's driveway, we all piled out of the car and said our goodbyes. I walked across the street to my house and up to my room. I closed my door softly and changed into some comfortable clothes. I grabbed my mac book from my desk and laid down on my bed. I logged onto the internet. (Luckily, my parents installed our wifi while I was gone today). I checked my facebook then my twitter. Not much new. I listened to some music on youtube, including my new friends IM5. They were really good. Like, insanely good. By the end of the night, I already had some of their songs memorized. I danced and sang around my bedroom until a little after midnight. Around 12:15, I got a text from Cole.
"Are you having a party and didn't invite me?" the text read. I laughed to myself.
"Yepp. It's called a 'I-am-dancing-around-my-room-to-IM5' party. Wanna join?" I replied. A few minutes later, I saw Cole's balcony lights cut on. I walked outside and waited for him. He walked outside with a smirk on his face.
"What?" I questioned jokingly. He laughed and looked at me. "If you really wanted to hear me sing, you could have just asked, Cookie." he said with a wink. I giggled and rolled my eyes playfully, not that he could see me. He laughed and asked what song I was listening to. I replied with 'Everything About U'. He smiled and told me to cut it off. I did as he said and paused the music. He began singing the song from the beginning, his voice even more beautiful in person than through the recording. I could feel myself fangirling inside. I sat down in my chair and continued to listen.
Apparently I zoned out after a while because the next thing I hear is Cole asking if I'm tired. I nodded and yawned slightly. He told me to go to bed so I decided I would. I got off of my balcony chair and went inside. I laid down and drifted into dream world.
I woke up the next morning with a sense of happiness. Today, I was supposed to hangout with Madi and meet her friends. Since I'm the only one with a license, I would be driving today. It was very lucky there would only be 3 of us considering my car is a 1969 model Volkswagon Bug in baby blue. It was my dream car. My parents are the best and bought it for me for my Sweet 16. It has zebra seat and steering wheel covers and huge eyelashes on the head lights. The boys thought it was an epic car and absolutely died of laughter when they found out what year it was. Why must guys be so immature?
Okay, I'm just kidding. I laugh too every now and then. I'm a teenager for crying out loud.
