Apartment 311

Ch | 86

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Eighty-six: "Get out, get up, and do something"

I had just got back from practice. The season was coming to an end and I wasn't ready for that, yet. Volleyball was the one thing I had away from Noah, Gael, and Cassie. They all had hobbies outside of The Playroom too, but since quitting, they moved on and I haven't. Volleyball's only a few hours out of the day. What about the other hours? What am I supposed to do?

I sighed and threw my bags down, kicking my shoes off.

Just as I let my hair down and scratched my scalp, I heard my phone ring in my bag.

Knowing it was my boyfriend, I answered it in a hurry.

"Baby! Hi!" I talked fast, a wide grin plastered on my sweaty face.

"Hey, babe. What you doing?"

I sighed again and fell on the floor. "Nothing now."

"How was practice?" His voice made me shiver, he's so fine.

"Practice was practice. I can't believe the season's ending, I'm sad."

"Well, now we can sleep in longer together," Noah tried cheering me up.

I pursed my lips. "No, you have to get up earlier for work. I guess no more sleepovers?"

"Shut up, you know I can't sleep without you."

I pouted. "Aw, babe! Can you hurry up and get home? I miss you so much, I just wanna cuddle."

"We can do more than cuddle," he chuckled.

I laughed. "How's work, you on break?"

"Yeah, it's good - I like it here."

"I'm sure you do; at a college with a bunch of girl athletes just waiting for you to stretch them out on the medical bed." I wasn't completely serious and that thought hadn't entered my mind until just then.

"Brooklyn, you're the only girl I want to stretch out on a bed," he laughed, making me smile.

"Okay, but stop because now I'm horny."

Noah laughed again. "You getting in the shower?"

"Mhm," I nodded.

Noah switched to FaceTime. I threw my head back, laughing.

"You're nasty," I said in the screen.

"Come on, you're wasting time!"

Hysterical, I threw the phone on the bed to actually prepare for my shower.

"No free shows, Noah!" I yelled from the closet.

"Lame." He blew a raspberry.

Suddenly, I got another call. It was from my father.

"What?" Noah asked what my hesitation was for. "Who is it?"

"My dad. Ugh, I don't wanna talk to him."

"Brooks-"

"That's not my name," I gritted.

Noah softly laughed. "Okay, Brooklyn, talk to him. I'll be home later, we can go out for dinner?"

I nodded on camera. "Bye."

"You forgot something!" He reminded me humorously.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Noah affirmed, smiling confidently in the screen.

With that, I ended the call and returned my father's.