The Perfect Boyfriend

Chapter 4: The Sleepover

Brooklyn's POV

After that awful event and our twenty five minutes of reminiscing it, we finally started heading back to Gabriella's house. A twenty minute walk. Joy. When we made it to her house Gabriella opened the door and immediately an amazing smell filled the hallway.
We heared Gabriella's mom calling us.

"Hey girls! You came just in time for dinner!"

"Hey mom!" We both reply whilst putting our jackets on the metal coat rack.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked us enthusiastically.

"Great."
"Terrible."
We say at the same time and give each other a little glare.

Gabriella's mom stops what she's doing, stares at us skeptically and puts up her hands in surrender and says, "Please, I don't want to know. Now help me with the table."

"Why?" Gabriella asks, "Is it sick?"

Her mother spins around to give her a pointed look, as if saying "Do you want a frying pan to the head?" and Gabriella runs to get the utensils, you know, before those words became an unforgivable action...

Gabriella and I started setting the table and we sit down next to each other.
Gabriella's mom walks over with two huge plates of food on her hands and sets it down in front of us.

Oh my goodness.

She didn't make...

SPAGHETTI?!

Guacamole and stars! This has to be the best part of this awful day.
"Thank you so much mom!" Gabriella and I say, me obviously being more excited than Gabriella, because unlike her, I don't get awesome foods at home.

I still remember one time my dad made a meatloaf. Or at least, I think it was meatloaf. It was literally a loaf of bread and he put a label that said 'meat', on the plate in front of me.
Sorry Dad. But that was horrible. It had zero flavour and was as hard as a brick.

When we've finished eating and Gabriella gets into the shower, while I wait for her in her room.
I lay on her bed and take out my phone and scroll through my Instagram. There's been a lot of influencer problems lately and the tension in there is ridiculous.

I was just about to put my phone away but just as Gabriella walks in her room with her now, wet, loose hair and towel I get a notification.

"Ooh! A new follower!" I say, smoothing out my dress as if I'm about to meet them, "Who could it be...?"
I checked the notification and when I saw who it was, I froze.

Gabriella's POV

Feeling clean and refreshed! I look over at Brooklyn who is staring at her phone in horror.

"Brooklyn?" I say, tapping her shoulder.

No response.
I smile evilly. I have been waiting for a moment like this!
I now have the opportunity to use every nickname that she's ever had and some new ones I'll probably make up.

"Brooklyn."
"Brooke."
"B."
"Brookberry."
"Brookerina."
"Brookbean."
"Hm, how about... Aiden's Girl."

I hold in my laughter but she does nothing.

"Ugh, you're no fun." I tell her.
She doesn't move so I take her phone from her hands and check the name and profile picture of her new follower.

"@_.ItsAidenCarpenter._ started following you."

I freeze for a second and look over at Brooklyn.

"Hoooollllyyy-"
"Guacamole." Brooklyn finishes for me.