Brooke: He looks like he eats heartbreak for breakfast
Bella: What if he hurts you
Brooke: I saw a documentary once about men like him
Bella: Brooke, oh my god
Bella: Brianna Marie why didn’t you call me last night
Brooke: Were you even home last night
Bella: Brooke thinks you slept at his house
Brooke: DID YOU
Bella: Answer us
Brooke: ANSWER YOUR SISTERS
They are tag-teaming like two overdramatic wrestling champs.
I type back, trying to stall.
Me: Nothing happened. Chill.
Bella: Liar
Brooke: LIES AND BETRAYAL
Bella: He’s almost forty
Brooke: That is basically ancient
Bella: What could you possibly have in common
Brooke: Do you even like motorcycles that much
Bella: He’s going to break your heart and I’ll have to bury him in the desert
Brooke: I’ll help
Bella: He’s not your type
Brooke: He’s not ANYONE’S type
Bella: You shouldn’t be with someone like him
Brooke: Yeah no disgusting biker romances for you
…oh okay so now I’m offended on multiple levels.
Me: You don’t get to decide who I’m with.
Bella: We’re protecting you
Brooke: From terrible decisions
Bella: That man has trauma written all over him
