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brooke

it was friday morning, (more like evening) when brooke finally awoke.

she still had her phone in her hand that was loosely hanging over the edge of the bed, and her dog seemed to be sleeping somewhere on the bed near her feet.

"rosie?" brooke called out, and just as she thought, her dog, rosie, perked up instantly.

"oh thank god, for a second i thought cookie monster was in the same bed as me."

rosie crawled further up the bed and sat on brooke's chest, which ended up with rosie getting pushed on to the floor.

"oh my gosh! i'm so sorry, come back baby!" brooke yelled after her as rosie ran out of her room.

"stop talking to the dog like she can understand you!" her dad yelled from downstairs.

"she can, i swear!" she whined as she sat up in her bed.

"i made some breakfast, come and get some!" her dad hollered.

brooke groaned as she got out of bed and put on some sweats and a pair of socks.

as brooke was slowly walking down the carpeted stairs, her phone buzzed which made her jump.

harry had texted her and she smiled.

herry: good morning sunshINE

bruke: sunshINE?

herry: darling? love? honey? huney? Sweetheart? sugar? what do yoU WANT ME TO CALL YOU?

bruke: how about brooke

herry: well i guess that could work

brooke: maybe

brooke locked her phone as she found her dad in the kitchen, making a plate full of pancakes for her.

"look at that hot stuff," brooke said as she made her way to the island in the kitchen.

"well," her dad said, "i have been working out lately."

brooke scoffed as her dad handed her the food as he laughed.

"disgusting," brooke stuck her tongue out at him and he flexed his muscles.

she tried jogging upstairs which ended up with her nearly dropping her fork, (she took that as a sign to not run anymore).

setting her food on her bed, she turned on the television and began to cut up her pancakes as she checked her messages.

herry: what r u doing i'm bored

brooke: watch tv wby

herry: being bored

brooke: how can you be bored when ur texting me?

herry: bc ur a boring texter

brooke: hoLD MY EARRINGS HOLD MY DOG HOLD MY WEAVE HOLD MY ASS

brooke: CAUSE AN ASSHOLE IS GOING TO GET SHOT IN THE ASSHOLE

herry: y would u shoot urself in the asshole?

brooke: god damn it harry r u serious

herry: dead serious

brooke: this is why we can't have fun

herry: fuck u

brooke: no fuck u

herry: oh my god we're sextING

brooke laughed and shoved a small piece of pancake into her mouth.

brooke: oh my god my mom yelled at me bc we're sexting

herry: omg r u serious??!?!?

brooke: yeah she said she's calling your mom

herry: oh no my mum said we were goinG TO GET ICE CREAM TODAY TO

brooke: say bye bye to the ice cream

herry: wtf r we doing

brooke: idk

herry: idk either

brooke: let's stop

brooke: yeah let's stop

herry: yeah I agree so

brooke: so what to do what to do

herry: do you have an iphone

brooke: yeah y

herry: let's facetime

brooke stopped cutting up her pancakes, harry wanted to facetime, with her, as in seeing each other's faces.

she didn't know if she was ready to see his face, but she was relieved he suggested it because that means he is most likely not an older creep.

brooke: idk

herry: why not?

brooke: dunno

herry: I'm starting to think you are not who you say you are

brooke: I swear I'm a sixteen year old female for christ sakes

herry: prove it

brooke sighed and went to the facetime app.

harry

harry knew brooke was who she said she was. he didn't how he did, or why he trusted himself that much, but he just knew. he was just pushing her buttons.

he did though, want to see how she looked like, so far he literally had no idea on what her appearance was.

soon, he had an incoming call from brooke on facetime, he actually was regretting asking to facetime her now.

taking a deep breathe, he pressed the answer button.

a girl with - what seemed like brownish hair and a small figure - smiled widely.

harry knew he was in for trouble.

brooke

a boy with brown curly hair gave her a little side smile.

brooke knew she would regret going on omegle.

an: oh man I haven't updated since last year hahaHAHAHA cause like it's now 2015 hahaha I'm so original wow bye

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