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gobrookeyourself) wrote2009-06-01 06:52 am
gobrookeyourself) wrote2009-06-01 06:52 am
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Room 221, Monday morning
Brooke was awake and ready and dressed, and still was laying on her bed moping. She did feel bad about last night, when she'd snapped because she was not only feeling like a bad best friend, but a forgotten bad best friend. She hadn't slept well, and now was stuck having too-deep thoughts like maybe the real difference between her and Peyton's timelines meant that they just didn't have the same connection here, or that Brooke got to be pushed aside in this arena, too.
Finally figuring maybe she should make some effort, she picked up her phone to make a call, only to find a voicemail. And after listening to it, she wondered Peyton if had totally missed the point, and as a bonus, Brooke still had no idea what she was talking about.
As far as she was concerned right now, radio could be full of more things that were Brooke doing things that weren't checking on her bff Peyton. Like more moping.
[Establishy, unless you really want to wait till I get off work tonight for a ping back.]
Finally figuring maybe she should make some effort, she picked up her phone to make a call, only to find a voicemail. And after listening to it, she wondered Peyton if had totally missed the point, and as a bonus, Brooke still had no idea what she was talking about.
As far as she was concerned right now, radio could be full of more things that were Brooke doing things that weren't checking on her bff Peyton. Like more moping.
[Establishy, unless you really want to wait till I get off work tonight for a ping back.]