What's your Number? (Colin Shea ff)

He's a Serial Killer

Brook's P.O.V.

The next day I woke to Ally hitting me with a pillow.

"What the fuck!" I yelled sitting up and whacking her with one of my pillows.

I laughed as she fell over.

"What a great way to start my morning," I sighed stretching.

"Rude," she said getting up and dusting of her coat.

"Since when do you wake up early?" I asked getting out of bed.

"Early? It's noon!" She stated rolling her eye as she headed towards kitchen.

"I slept in? That's a first. I guess I feel accomplished and proud of myself," I smiled getting up to go rummage through my closet.

"Why did you invent something?" She asked with a spoonful of ice cream, ah typical Ally.

"No, if you want to know so badly, I have a date tomorrow," I smiled pulling out a blue tank top and some jeans from the closet.

"Tomorrow? Even though it's..." she started but I cut her off.

"I know what tomorrow is, plus you know I never really like to celebrate. I'll have a nice dinner with a cute guy and that'll be enough of a celebration for me," I added.

"Whatever I'm still getting you something but first you have to come with me to N Taylor to help me pick out something for my accidental encounter with Tom Piper," She said heading to the door with the whole bowl of ice cream in her tiny arms.

"Sure I actually do need to get something for my date too," I said making my way to the bathroom.

"Great! Be ready in 20 so we can go," she added opening the door.

"K and Ally?" I questioned.

"Yup?" she asked popping her head out from the side of the door.

"You own me some ice cream," I smirked.

"God! I was hopping you wouldn't notice," she sighed closing the door behind her.

I chuckled and started getting ready for the day ahead.

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Once we were both fully dressed we both walked to the store so we could get our daily exercise. Just kidding we never exercise, but we decided to take the chance especially since my car wouldn't start.

Anyways once we were at the store I bought a nice red dress but Ally bought a pants suit. I tried to convince her not to but like always she didn't listen.

As we were walking back home we talked about how cute we found the guys.

"I tell you Tom is like a hot sexy piece of dark chocolate," she said in a matter of fact tone.

"Isn't that kinda racist?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well I slept with him so it isn't racist," she answered.

"I have no clue how the fuck that works but ok. Anywho look at Robert though," I said pulling up a picture of my eharmony date on my phone.

"He's pale and skinny," she said simply.

"I find that quite hot and I mean he's fucking 6'2 and look at those green eyes I mean come on," I said shoving the phone in her face.

She pushed it away and as she was about to answer her phone rang.

"Hello?" she asked putting the phone on speaker.