Paige's POV
My sister had been in her bedroom drowning herself in tears for the past hour. It was a normal behavior now. A little while ago, the sniffling and whining and choking on tears had finally stopped. Brandon was over again. Brooke always had to be with him. If not, she would break down.
I ignored the silence and picked up my phone to facetime Chloe. She answered immediately. We talked for about 15 minutes before eI heard Brandon's voice coming from Brooke's room. I decided agaisnt going to see what was going and I went downstairs with Chloe's face still on the phone. My mother looked up from the food she was preparing.
"Hi Sweetie," My mother welcomed me.
"Can Chloe come over?" I asked as Chloe giggled on the screen.
My mom agreed and asked what Brooke and Brandon were doing. I replied with a sassy remark. Something along the lines of: I'm not their babysitter! I pranced back to my room with Chloe still on the phone. Chloe got ready and finally arrived at my house fifteen minutes later.
Narrator
Paige and Chloe greeted eachother with a long, tight hug and ran upstairs to Paige's bedroom. They heard Brandon speaking and Brooke sniffling coming from down the hall. The two eager girls decided to see what was going on. They tip-toed down the dark hallway and peeked their heads into Brooke's room. Brandon was sitting on the bed with Brooke's head in her lap. Brooke was scrolling through her phone when she came across a tweet. She got up and threw her phone on the bed and then ran outside in her sweat pants, tanktop, and barefoot. The girls were still watching Brandon even though Brooke had rammed them into the wall. Brandon gently picked up Brooke's phone and looked at the tweet that read: @BrookeHyland1 Your pity little act is getting old. Brandon is even tired of it. Last night he was at MY party while you laid on your dirty old homeless person couch watching reruns of Pretty Little Liars. Where did I get this information? Ask your sister. :) Have a nice day. Love, RyRyVertes.
