Broken Promises.

Chapter Seventeen- Dinner with a stranger.

Chapter Seventeen- Dinner with a stranger.

Bridgette's P.O.V

  "So I was thinking about that Harry boy!" Emerson called from her bedroom across the hall as I was reading another love story for the third time, The Notebook. My morning coffee was set beside me, and on my desk is where last night's homework lay finshed. 

  "Jesus, Emerson!" I called to her back laughing briefly, "you think about that boy more than I do!" I adjusted my position in my small office chair and span in a circle swiftly, smiling gracefully to myself.

  "Well," She began saying from the hallway of our two bedrooms, "I have to fantasise for you yanno." I laughed and looked over to her squinting my eyes lightly.

  "That, or her boyfriend is that bad in bed." Alex sarcastically commented from behind Emerson, as the two enter my room and close the door quickly. I closed my eyes and shook my head, a smile slowly creeping up on my chaped lips.

  "He is," Emerson said turning her head to Alex "not that bad." She mumbled, I rolled my eyes and continued reading the line I was on for the third time.

  "Aw. Is little Emmy not satisfied?" Alex cooed. I looked up from my book and gawked at the two girls discussing something I really didn't care to be present for.

  "Well if you must know," She sucked in a breathe, I tried hard to keep my eyes on the page. "no. His thingy is-"

  "Ah!" I shouted finally. "Talk about this on you two's own time please! I am reading a story!" My head went straight down to my book and I continued on grinning. "You two are sluts." I whipspered looking up briefly and grinning.

  "Oh Bri." Alex cooed again walking closer to me and hugging me tightly, "you're such a baby."

  "Right. " I mumbled adding an eye roll.

  "Hey. My Dad stars in that movie." Emerson spoke from my bed, her whole figure sprawled out on it. I dropped my book in my lap and took a small glance at the cover and name of the book.

  "Um. You're Dad?" I asked her, looking closely at the book again.

  "Uh, yeah. Look at the fucking guy on the cover you dumb ass." Emerson responded with a smirk, I glanced, again. She walked over to m e and pointed at the man holding Rachel McAdams.

  "It's what made his career, really." Alex mumbled.

  "Ryan Gosling ring a bell?" Emerson asked me, I looked at her slowly wide eyed and smiling.

  "I swear. You're the dumbest dumb person I know." Alex announced and laughed shortly after, "I just don't know how can't see the resemblance."

  "I have his eyes yanno." Emerson added smiling and pointing at bothy of her eyes, I shrugged my shoulders and bookmarked my page. I got up slowly and stretched my body, yawning in the whole process.

  "Alright you two peasants," I yawned and stretched my arms out letting out another yawn. "Get out of here." I spoke with a smile began to walk to my bath robe, slowly and steadily getting ready for another uneasy Wednesday afternoon.

  Alex's P.O.V

  Emerson and I had slowly made our way out of Bridgette's bedroom. My laughter being heard throughout our flat as Emerson was tightly gripping Bri's cat.

  "That poor thing." I said and began trying to pry Bri's cat, Jinkee from Emerson's grip.

  "It loves me." She protested as I took her into my body. She began pouting making me laugh once more.