Brooke’s heart burned as she realized, all snuggled up between her friends, that she wanted someone to share their photos with. And more importantly, she wanted it to be Anna.
Chapter Seven:
Anna Fourchette (10:47 pm):
Hey Honey-B. How was your day?
Brooke's eyes widened. They hadn’t texted all day. Her last messages from Anna were their“I made it home, thanks for dinner, good night,” exchange from the night before. There had been several moments throughout the day in which Brooke wanted to text Anna, but she hadn’t really known how or where to start.I haven’t slept because I can smell you on my sweater.Felt a little intense.Is it weird to miss you?Felt a little clingy.Hey, what’s up?Felt a little forced and entirely unlike Brooke. And yet, Anna had texted her.
Vivienne and Christine had headed back to their respective houses less than an hour ago. Brooke had ended up back on her couch, snuggled under her living room blankets that still smelled like the faintest traces of Anna.
Brooke Kent (10:48 pm):
It was a nice day.
Brooke Kent (10:48 pm):
How was yours?
Anna Fourchette (10:49 pm):
Good. Work was busy
which is good. What did you do?
Brooke smiled at her phone as the warmth in her chest blossomed throughout her body. She shared the photo of her friends, just like she had longed to do.
Brooke Kent (10:50 pm):
ate pizza, drank wine, and watched
Schitt’s Creek with Chris and Viv.
Anna Fourchette (10:50 pm):
Wow, you guys get pretty wild
on Friday nights.
Anna Fourchette (10:51 pm):
Also, Christine sent me this photo
like two hours ago :-P
Anna Fourchette (10:51 pm):
Also also! How far have you made
it in Schitt’s Creek?
Brooke Kent (10:52 pm):
Oh, you know. The wildest.
And of course she did. lol
Brooke Kent (10:53 pm):
