Chloe was staring at Brooke's back, whose shoulders rose and fell with each snore. She placed a hand between the shoulder blades, gently brushing her fingers down along the spine.
It was a prank she played on Paige during their sleepovers. Paige has sensitive back, and if she brushed down far enough it would trigger her to fart, and wake her up in laughable embarrassment. She brushed all the way to the tailbone - no fart.
She's not Paige. Her heart sank a little, missing the old times.
Brooke didn't fart, but her shoulder twitched a little. Chloe brushed again, the shoulder responded the same way, as if asking for more.
She repeated the process, giggling at the effect, like she was communicating with Brooke's subconscious. Finally she slowed her strokes to a gentle stop, wrapped the girl in her arm, and pressed her chest to her back.
Brooke let out a soothing sigh, like the night of the fever, a sigh of relief that expressed her comfort and security, as if thanking Chloe for being there, and it made her smile.
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Dance Moms - Chlobird
ActionAfter returning to Pittsburgh, Chloe struggles to live an ordinary live.
