…. I’m starting season four now.
Anna Fourchette (10:53 pm):
Oh yay. Patrick’s in it now. I
love him. Such a cutie.
Brooke exhaled sharply. Of course Anna thought Patrick was cute. She supposed that was better than her drooling all over Ted or Mutt, but still. Brooke couldn’t figure out how to respond to that. She was worried that anything she typed would read as snarky or bitter. People were allowed to have crushes on celebrities. She knew she did. Her feelings for Kate Winslet were hardly appropriate, but still. It didn’t make the thought of Anna crushing on people burn any less. She was being ridiculous, she knew, but then again, this whole thing was ridiculous.
Anna Fourchette (10:56 pm):
I’m about to head home. Maybe
when I get there we can try to
sync episodes and watch together?
Brooke blinked at her screen. Was Anna trying to virtually hangout with her? She mentally added this to her growing list of confusion.
Brooke Kent (10:57 pm):
Yeah, sure.
Brooke Kent (10:58 pm):
I’d like that.
Brooke held her breath, hoping that wasn’t too forward or awkward. She still felt like everything she said or did around Anna was awkward, but thinking about it, them hanging out had been Anna’s idea every time. Anna had suggested dinner so that they could get to know each other better, she had also suggested that they hangout and take a million photos, and now she had suggested a virtual watch party? Brooke thought back to Hunter’s comment about being glad Anna was making new friends, and the fact that both she and Christine had seemed to form a friendship of their own already. That had to be it. Anna was just actively looking for friendships and this was a part of it. Maybe Anna had thought of something else they’d need to do or evidence they should have on their phones to ensure their cover.
A small part of her, a very small part, somewhere in the deep dark recesses of her mind whispered that maybe Anna was starting to feel the same way about Brooke as Brooke was her, but Brooke pushed that thought so far back and so far down that she wouldn’t be able to think of it again.
Anna Fourchette (11:17 pm):
I’d like that, too. :-P
Anna Fourchette (11:17 pm):
Made it home, let me take a
quick shower and I’ll call.
Brooke almost dropped her phone. The thought of Anna Fourchette in a shower. She swallowed nervously and forced herself to think about anything else. She thought about all the things she wanted to clean in her apartment before their trip so she wouldn’t have to do it when she got home. She thought about deep cleaning her bathroom, which just led her to think about Anna in her shower. She shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to think about that.
Brooke Kent (11:19):
Sounds good.
She focused on cleaning her kitchen instead. Which worked for almost exactly twelve minutes and thirty-nine seconds before her phone started to ring. She looked at the screen, almost screaming when she saw that Anna wasn’t just calling her, she was FaceTiming her. Brooke mumbled a slew of curse words under her breath, which was very unlike her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She had no idea what she looked like. She was threeveryfull glasses of wine deep at this point. She let out a pained sigh, hoping she looked somewhat okay, despite no sleep and —for her—a lot of alcohol, before accepting the call.
Brooke’s jaw dropped as Anna appeared on her phone screen. Her hair was still wet from the shower. Seriously. Wet. Like had she even bothered to dry it? The drops from it left a dark, damp ring around the collar of the sweater she had on. Though this one, like the first one she had worn the night before, was oversized and hung off her shoulder. Though, notably, Anna was not wearing a bra this evening as there was no visible bra strap. Brooke forced her open mouth into an awkward smile.
“Hey, Honey-B,” Anna said, easily. Her smile was warm and completely unfazed by Brooke's seeming inability to speak. She sat her phone down on something and tousled her hair with a navy blue towel.
Brooke tried to take in everything behind Anna. She appeared to be in Anna’s bathroom as there was a towel rack on the wall behind Anna. She cleared her throat, realizing she hadn’t responded.“Good evening, Darling.” Anna’s smile widened, and Brooke couldn’t help but notice a blush creep down her neck. She realized then, that her living room might be a little too dark for it to be conducive to FaceTiming.“Is it too dark in here?” She asked.
“Nah,” Anna said, hanging her towel up on the rack behind her and walking Brooke down a short hallway.“I’m about to get cozy.”
Brooke watched Anna’s apartment go by in a blur, a cramped kitchen appeared and disappeared in a flash and then suddenly, Anna flopped down on what appeared to be a massive leather couch.“You said work was busy?” Brooke tried, needing something to distract her from the way Anna handled her phone while on FaceTime, not bothering to keep her face in frame while she was walking or turning on the television, and instead letting Brooke focus on the edge of her jaw line, or the way her sweater and gravity had teamed up to bounce as Anna had walked.
