B. Davis

As much as Brooke would have rathered the whole disagreement with Michael to go the easy way, she had to admit she sort of dug this temporary no roommate thing. Mainly because it meant she could have company over, ahem.

After class, she came back to the room, making sure the scrunchie was still there on the outside of the door. Not that she thought Michael would get it if he came back, but it was sort of a universal warning.

[Hiya, Peter!]

The dance had gone pretty well in Brooke's eyes, with mmuch less drama than the ones she was used to. That was new, but she could get used to it. And she was even getting a Peter to walk her back to the dorms.

"You know, this part is also better than going to a dance completely single," she mused. Especially if she'd gone to the Valentine's Dance single and still managed to come back alone.


[For he who is all hard to get.]

Brooke was currently torturing herself. Namely, she was surfing the websites of the stores she used to shop and designers she liked and it was resulting in a sort of occasional whimper as she once again remembered she couldn't have any of it. She was beginning to wonder if she could sell blood at the clinic. Yeah, it had been gross and she'd felt all light-headed afterwards last time she did it, but she'd spent way less money on drinks, and clothing was an investment.

This is what she was doing at least until Rock of Love finished downloading.

[Open.]