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"𝐃'𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧? - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭."
BROOKLYN WOKE UP the next morning with Max still wrapped in her arms. Brooklyn's face burns a dark red when she remembers the events of last night. The girl lightly shakes awake Max watching her face scrunch up in confusion and then blushing when she realizes how close the two girl's faces are. "Goodmorning Maxine," Brooklyn smiles, speaking with her morning voice.
Max suddenly gasps when she sees the bruising across Brooklyn's face, right below her eye. She quickly reaches her arm out, running her fingers lightly across the bruise causing Brooklyn to groan in pain. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I did that to you,"
"Did what?" Brooklyn asks confused. She quickly gets out of bed looking into the mirror in the corner of her room, seeing the big black and purple bruise that is going across her face. "Oh I didn't k-know a bruise f-formed," Brooklyn chuckles running her fingers across it.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Max asks concerned walking behind the girl with worry plastered on her face.
"Max, c-calm down. It only h-hurts when I t-touch it but o-otherwise it's fine. You d-didn't mean t-to do it," Brooklyn says calming the girl down
Brooklyn walks over to her dresser going through her clothes and picking out an outfit, grabbing a light pink hoodie and light blue ripped jeans. "Max I'm g-going to take a q-quick shower. You can g-go through my d-dresser and pick out w-whatever you w-want to wear,"
Max nods at the girl, feeling extremely guilty for giving her the bruises on her face. As soon as Max hears the shower turn on, she goes into the dresser grabbing one of Brooklyn's hoodies that was light yellow and a pair of jeans. The hoodie she is wearing smelt just like Brooklyn, it was amazing. Soon Brooklyn comes back in the room with wet hair and her clothes on "Wow you look l-like me," Brooklyn laughs at Max causing her to chuckle.
