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gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-01-19 09:14 am
gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-01-19 09:14 am
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Room 512, late Saturday morning
Brooke woke up later than she'd planned, and only because her phone was ringing. After debating for a moment, she picked it up, figuring that she'd just have to listen to it otherwise. "Hello?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, I thought this was Brooke," Peyton said finally.
"This is Brooke. Who's this?"
"...Peyton. You don't sound like Brooke," said the wrong curly-haired blonde best friend.
What the hell? "Trust me, I sound like me. How did you get this number?"
"My phone," Peyton said slowly. "Look, sorry, I guess the lines got crossed or something."
"Guess so," Brooke said. "Sorry." When she hung up, it occurred to her that this wasn't even her phone. Huh.
[Establishy, unless the roomie wants to ping in. Brooke Davis is now Brooke McQueen from Popular. Whee, excuse to mainline!]
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, I thought this was Brooke," Peyton said finally.
"This is Brooke. Who's this?"
"...Peyton. You don't sound like Brooke," said the wrong curly-haired blonde best friend.
What the hell? "Trust me, I sound like me. How did you get this number?"
"My phone," Peyton said slowly. "Look, sorry, I guess the lines got crossed or something."
"Guess so," Brooke said. "Sorry." When she hung up, it occurred to her that this wasn't even her phone. Huh.
[Establishy, unless the roomie wants to ping in. Brooke Davis is now Brooke McQueen from Popular. Whee, excuse to mainline!]
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"Yeah, I'm just going to get out of bed," she muttered.