Amy's POV
I was sat on my bed, scrolling through my contacts, looking for one in particular. I found his name under the B tab.
I clicked on his name, opening our messages. I noticed that the last time I actually talked to him was in March. It was now December.
Heyyyy Brooklyn!
I waited for a reply for what felt like hours. Finally, his typing bubble popped up.
- Heyyyy, Amy! It's been ages! How are you and your Mom?
We're doing great. I have a favor to ask.
- Sure, what is it?
Okay wait. First things first, are you single?
- AMY, HONEY, I AM YOUR C O U S I N
NO, NOT FOR ME EW. FOR A FRIEND
- OH, OKAY GOOD. YEAH I'M SINGLE
So I have this friend, who's just got out of a relationship but she doesn't want to go to Prom alone and I kinda already told her that I know of someone so what do ya say, my favorite cousin (:
- You don't have to sweet-talk me 😂 Anything for my little cous.
We're the same age, Brooklyn.
- Yeah, but you're short
-.-
- Love you little cous!
Love you too
I closed our messages and went straight to Rachel's messages.
Okay so I have the guy ready lol
- That sounds so creepy pls never say that again
Oops 😂
- I'll tell Tori.
With that, I locked my phone, only a second later, it lit up in my hand.
1 New Message from Brooklyn.
- Wait, who am I taking to prom?
I unlocked my phone and replied.
My friend Haley, she goes to my school
- Oh, well when can I meet her?
Oh, wait I didn't think of that, hold on
I messaged Rachel.
Rachellll
- What
He wants to know when they can meet.
- Wow okay hold on
*a couple minutes later*
- Okay so i messaged tori and she said that she could bring Haley to the mall, if you can get the guy to meet them there at around 7-ish pm tomorrow, then that would be great
Alrighty thank youuuus
- No problem :)
I went back to messaging Brooklyn.
Okay tomorrow at the Mall, 7-ish pm. I'll meet you guys there.
- Sounds good (:
IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO HURT HER, BROOKLYN I sweAr
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