Double Trouble / Dolan Fanfiction

Chapter Two

The next few days were to say the least, strange. Strange as in the fact I think my best friend is turning into a crazy lunatic. It's only been five hours since we've woken up and she has managed to keep a giddy smile on her face the whole time. I slapped her across the face multiple times in hopes to remove the creepy grin off her feature but failed miserably.

"Okay seriously, what is wrong with you?" I finally gave out after the sixth hour of Brooke and her unusual good mood.

She stood next to the front door while bouncing on the balls of heels hysterically. I haven't see her this excited since our favorite ice cream parlor, Walls, had a free unlimited ice cream day. Oh boy, the amount of ice cream we ate that day was enough to feed six families.

"Nothing!" Brooke chirped happily, "You are so lucky to have me as friend, ya know?"

I surveyed her apprehensively while placing both hands on my lips in aspiration to look intimidating, but when she stared at me doe-eyed, I gave up.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath before plopping myself on the couch

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and instantly Brooke springed up from the couch and sprinted towards the door. Arching my brow in curiosity, I followed behind Brooke wondering who was at the door. She stood on her tippy toes and peeked through the door hole, squealing like a seven year old girl before opening the door.

I was about to scold her for opening the door to a random stranger, but was cut off once I saw who was standing there.

A short stubby women who seemed to be in her early thirties. She dressed professionally with a grey pencil skirt and white ruffled blouse accompanied with a tight black cardigan. Thick rimmed black glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, a poker face plastered on her face intensifying the professional look she held. Behind her stood two six feet and over men dressed in all black. They stood arms crossed above their chests, they both also wore black sunglasses.

"Who ar-"

"Hello, I am Jessica Miller." The women interrupted, she reached forward Brooke and I extending her arm for a shake.

Jessica Miller, why does that sound so damn familiar?

Brooke politely shook Jessica's hand, "Oh what a pleasure it is to have you here, Ms. Miller."

Right now, I was absolutely lost. I was still trying to rack my brain, figuring out who is Jessica Miller and why she is standing in front of my door. While I was in my state of confusion, Jessica and Brooke chatted as if they were long time friends.

"Sorry to interrupt," I interrupted their conversation, not feeling sorry at all. "Don't mean to sound rude but, who the hell are you?"

Jessica and Brooke simultaneously turned their heads in my direction. Brooke giggled which only made my scowl deepen. I crossed my arms over my chest sternly and arched both of my brows, waiting for at least one of them explain what's going on.

"Remember a few days ago when we were looking for jobs?" Brooke mentioned.

I nodded, the memories of that exact day flushed an awful feeling in my body. That was the same day I got fired, unfortunately.

"So what?" I asked, still confused.

"Well I might of applied for the assistant publicist job for you," Brooke said quickly, I stood dumbfounded for a few seconds trying to understand what she said before the pieces in my brain clicked.

Holy.

Crap.

"Brooke!" I fussed while wailing my arms objectively.