brooke
emily was staying a night at brooke's house, they decided to wait until friday to have their talk about what has been happening.
they both were in brooke's room with food scattered across the bed, the television had been set on netflix, raising hope.
brooke and emily were currently getting ready for bed, taking off their makeup, changing their clothes, and putting their hair up into some messy buns.
emily jumped onto the bed, brooke following after her, taking the left side.
"so," emily smiled knowingly, "who's this boy?"
brooke laughed and shook her head as she turned the volume up on the television.
"his name is harry," brooke informed emily as she took the bowl of chips.
"what doe he look like?" emily asked.
"brown, curly hair that's like, medium length, i guess? green eyes, like mine, but lighter." brooke said as emily grabbed a water bottle from her night stand.
"so, he's hot?"
"yes," brooke laughed.
"do you have pictures?"
"well," brooke said as she unlocked her phone, going to the camera roll, "i have screenshots."
brooke showed emily a few screenshots she took over time on facetime, harry laughing, harry doing some weird thing with his hair, and of course, harry trying to shove a banana down his throat.
"well," emily could hardly get her words out, "at least you know he can suck your dick."
brooke began to giggle, literally, giggle, (she had a girly laugh okay?)
"it would've been a deal breaker if he couldn't." brooke joked.
as soon as the two friends began to calm down from their fit of laughter, brookes phone vibrated.
herry: heyyyyyy wassup homie g
brooke gasped and bumped emily's shoulder, "he just texted me."
emily's eyes widen and immediately looked over brooke's shoulders, "is he like, an awkward texter?"
"no," brooke shook his head, "he's not boring if that's what your asking."
bruke: hey wassup homie im hanging with an american friend holla
herry: ameriCAN PEOPLE?
"wait," emily frowned, confused, "he's not american?"
"no," brooke shook her head, "british."
"so, he's like five million miles away?"
brooke nodded.
"but he has an accent?"
brooke nodded, again.
"well that's okay, the accent makes up for the distance." emily said.
bruke: yeah lol american people, my own kind, people who have no accents
herry: u guys have accents shut up
bruke: our accents are so boring like wtf jesus we're americans we should have cool accents not like a dead pan accent
"is this how you guys usually talk?" emily questioned as she was laughing at their conversation.
"yeah," brooke shrugged, "basically."
"that's great," emily sighed, "that's my goals."
herry: stfu you little american, you're cute (: shush
an: herry lol you little fuck boy (:
