be careful what you wish for ;; [EMILY]

[brooke nicole davis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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The morning was progressing too slowly for Brooke’s liking. Being at school wasn’t a bad thing in her book, but the fact that she had her two most boring classes of the day in the morning made it feel endless and dragged on. She wanted nothing more than for lunch to come around, then she could finally socialize without worrying about getting yelled at by a teacher. She never got in trouble for talking in class, but some days it was extremely hard to stay quiet and force herself to pay attention. This particular teacher had the worst monotone voice she had ever heard, which made Algebra even more boring than it already was. She kept asking herself why they had to pretend to be focused and interested when even their teacher clearly wasn’t, but never said that out loud for fear of jeopardizing her good standing and getting on the teacher’s bad side. So, she kept it herself and tried her best to stay awake and pay attention. Luckily, she perfectly understood what they were currently learning, so all she really had to do was listen for when the homework was assigned so she’d know what questions and pages it consisted of. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many tonight, since she really wanted to go home and take a nap. Her brother had kept her up half the night with his constant trips down the hallway to get to the staircase and kitchen for more coffee, and she hadn’t slept well at all. That in itself was the biggest obstacle for focusing on the lesson.

As the bell finally rang, Brooke jumped eagerly out of her chair and practically sprinted for the door, glad to finally be out of there. It was finally lunch time, and Brooke had made plans with Emily, one of her best friends, to go off campus to a café for lunch rather than eating in the cafeteria with everyone else. According to Emily, they had a lot to talk about that afternoon and Brooke was genuinely excited that they finally had some time to spare to be able to hang out. Emily had been her best friend since freshman year but they had both been so busy that it had been hard to find time to hang out and just relax. Emily had mentioned in a voicemail earlier in the week that she had an exciting night to talk and Brooke figured that it was probably another story about a guy. Knowing her friend, she had probably slept with another guy and she mentally prepared herself for the usual gush as she walked to her locker to deposit her books and grab her purse. The good thing about Belmont was that it had a pretty long lunch break and was conveniently located near a bunch of restaurants, so students had the option of eating off campus. Most of the time Brooke didn’t bother and she, Emily, and their friends just sat on the steps in the quad to eat but today that wasn’t going to be the case. After the morning she had, she wanted a change of scenery.

Finally reaching her locker, Brooke spun her combination and reached in to retrieve her bag, then shut it loudly and headed off down the hall, hearing her boots’ heels echoing down the hallway as she walked. It had already been decided that she would meet Emily there, so she headed through the quad, out of the front gate and across the street. Pushing her bag firmly back onto her shoulder, Brooke reached inside to take out her pone and typed a quick text to Emily to let her know that she was almost there, then put the phone back inside the purse and zipped it back up. She would probably be the first one there, but she didn’t mind. When she got there, she smiled at the hostess and was directed to a table for two out on the small patio a few minutes later. Once she had settled into her chair, Brooke took out her phone and put it on the table in front of her, then put her bag on the back of her chair and waited for Emily to arrive.

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TAGGED,, Emily
OUTFIT,, CLICK
NOTES,, BFF time!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[emily ann armstrong]

<sup>Emily’s lunch plans with Brooke were the only thoughts dancing through Emily’s brain as she complained to the nurse about feeling sick. It was quite easy to convince her anatomy professor that she wasn’t feeling good by mentioning the exact organs in which she felt the pain and though he had allowed her to leave to go to the nurse’s office, Emily knew he would be expecting a note. Swinging her legs over the edge of the raised examination bed, Emily grinned at the young male nurse who was currently employed by the school to ensure that its students stayed healthy. Winking at the familiar face of the twenty-four year old, Emily knew that she would get her note and be off to see her Boo in no time. If there was one thing that Emily’s mother had taught her in reference to moving up in life, it was that sleeping your way there actually wasn’t a bad thing. Men were much likely to give you what you want when you threatened either their marriage, their career, or in this case, both.

After a few minutes of pointless lying and awkward tension, though entirely on his part, Emily was able to walk out of the nurse’s office, note in hand. Walking back to the anatomy room, Emily slipped inside and flashed the pink slip to her professor who, with a simple wave of his oversized fingers, dismissed her for the rest of the day. Gathering her things and heading to her locker, a proud look of accomplishment radiated from her face. Emily Armstrong always got what she wanted, always.

Pulling open her locker, Emily stuffed her books inside and grabbed her purse, eager to get out of the school and off to her lunch date with Brooke. See, Brooke was Emily’s best friend. Emily and Brooke had known each other for years and even when Emily was forced to move to England last year, Brooke had been the one who came to visit her almost every month. Emily wasn’t good at keeping girl friends. Most women either felt intimidated by Emily, thought she was a bitch, or thought she was a slut and though she wouldn’t deny the last two, Emily did honestly try to be likeable. Brooke had always seen the real Emily: the fun, witty, free spirited girl who just liked adventure and even though Emily hadn’t always been there for Brooke, Boo had always been there for her and bonds like that were thicker than blood.

Heading out the front doors of the building, Emily felt the familiar buzz from her blackberry that was resting in her front pocket. Pulling it out, she read the text from Brooke.

Boo, where are you? I’ve got a table and I’m waiting for you at the BAOGUETTE CAFÉ!<3

Smiling at the text, Emily quickly darted across the street towards the café. Baguette, over the years, had grown to be Boo and Emily’s favorite place to eat. Not only was the food delicious but it was actually good for you. Most everything was organic and even when Emily ate a big meal, she never felt the need to go work off the calories, which, when you’re in school, is a very good thing. Walking through the threshold of the café, Emily was hit with the overwhelming familiarity of the natural Matte that seemed to be so popular there. Glancing from side to side, Emily searched for Brooke for a few moments before the waitress asked what she was looking for and directed her outside to the table where Brooke was sitting. Turning to smile at the hostess, Emily set her bag down and smiled at her best friend, opening her arms for a hug. ”Brookey!!”</sup>

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Word Count: 624
Notes: Love you!!
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[brooke nicole davis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Having friends was important in life, and Brooke knew that for a fact. She had no idea what she would have done without Olivia and Emily at her side during the hard times she’d gone through in her life. She was grateful that the two of them were still there for her after she’d disappeared for the summer thanks to her mother and the theory that getting Brooke out of Manhattan for a while was the best way to get her back on a good path instead of the reckless one she’d been going down beforehand. Brooke hadn’t really meant to fill her mother with all that concern, but she hadn’t known how else to cope with losing who she thought was the love of her life to the car accident. She still thought about it sometimes, but she was getting better and she had Olivia and Emily to thank for that. She saw Olivia almost every day because they were both on the cheerleading squad, but she didn’t see Emily nearly as much as she’d have liked so she was really looking forward to their lunch plans. It would be nice to be able to sit down, hang out, eat a nice lunch and not have to worry about cutting it short because of prior commitments. Of course, they’d have to go back to school for afternoon classes when lunch period was over, but their lunch period was long enough to give them a good amount of time to catch up and enjoy their lunch.

The Baoguette Café was not crowded considering most people were at work or school, but there were a few tables filled and Brooke could smell food cooking in the kitchen, and would catch a nice whiff of food when it was being brought to the person who had ordered it. It made Brooke’s stomach growl, but she wasn’t about to order something until Emily had joined her, and knowing Emily she shouldn’t have been too much longer. She rolled her eyes as a male waiter walked by her table and winked at her, then ordered an iced tea when he stopped at her table to ask her if she wanted anything. There was nothing wrong with ordering a drink while she waited. Once her iced tea was brought, she was handed a menu and she opened it up, scanning the choices with her deep blue eyes and trying to decide what she was in the mood for. She looked up for a moment when she heard voices passing by and saw a few other Belmont students being lead to a table a few feet away from her. It wasn’t surprising, considering that the café was close to the school and had really good food. Most people chose not to eat in the cafeteria while the weather was still nice, but once it started getting cold that would change.

As she looked down at the menu again, Brooke felt like she was more or less set on a chicken caesar salad since she didn’t want anything too heavy or messy, but scanned the other choices just in case something else sparked her interest. She was focusing so hard on the menu that she didn’t even hear footsteps approaching her table until she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Smiling, Brooke looked up to see that Emily had joined her. “Hey Emmy,”

[/color] she said, standing up to accept the hug before sitting back down again and smiling at her friend. “How are you, hun? I feel like I haven’t seen you forever,”[/color] she asked, sipping at her iced tea and waiting for the waiter to come back.


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WORDS,, 614
TAGGED,, Emily <3
OUTFIT,, CLICK
NOTES,, BFF time!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[emily ann armstrong]

<sup>Brooke had always been important to Emily. She had been the only girl who never turned on Emily and never judged her for the choices that she made, particularly with relationships, or, the lack-there-of. See, Brooke was a serious girl. She was kind and smart and compassionate and she was the type of girl that could find some nice guy and settle down and be happy with that. Emily couldn’t. In Emily’s mind, saying ‘I love you’ was a trap. If you admitted feelings like that, then you were vulnerable to the rejection that was possible in all situations, but even more likely in relationships. They were three bad words that represented bad emotions and bad endings. And a seriously large amount of pain. Emily never said ‘I love you’ to boys and until she found the man she was going to marry, if she even did get married, she wouldn’t say those words. Not to any boy. Not ever.

Smiling at the sight of Brooke and squeezing her tightly, Emily was so glad to be there. Both Brooke and Emily were very busy and it was hard for either of them to really have free time. Laughing, Emily sat down opposite of Brooke. ”I know! It has been forever! When did our lives get so crazy?” Emily had always lived a calm and easy life but now that she was back from England, in her own apartment and working really hard at school, things didn’t seem so easy. And then there was Mason who, at the moment, was making things even more difficult. When Mason and Emily started hanging out, they had both agreed on a purely sexual relationship but somewhere along the way, Mason had adapted feeling that as much as Emily wanted to deny, she knew she felt, too.

Thinking about him, Emily’s mood changed and she was sure that her facial expression had changed as well. ”That’s Iced Tea, right?” She asked as the waiter came to get her drink order. ”Yeah, I’ll take one of those with lemon and a sweet and low, thanks.” Emily offered the cute waiter a kind smile before turning her focus back to Brooke. Trying to think up a truthful, non-depressing response to Brooke’s question, Emily shrugged. ”Mason likes me. Like, really likes me. We can’t just have sex anymore.” Emily laughed as she said it, thinking about the whole reason why she needed to visit with Brooke today; to get advice about Mason. ”Why do boys have to make things so complicated? I mean, it was understandable when Jenna was being a cock block because she’s hung up on Mason but chooses to be with Rigg who, by the way, I slept with just to spite her, but it’s a completely separate thing for Mason to be preventing us from having fun because he broke the rules and now he has feelings.” Emily sighed half in humor, half in frustration and shrugged her shoulders at Brooke. ”Boys, they’re so damn complicated.”

When the waiter brought her tea, Emily was quick to pull back a sip, feeling the refreshing coolness as it cascaded down her throat. Emily didn’t know what to think about Mason. She knew that she had feelings for him but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want the pressure of being in a relationship and the emotional responsibility to make him happy because she knew she would fail, and failure never fit well with her. ”What about you, babe? What’s been going on in your life? And please, please, please don’t tell me you’re having boy problems, too.”</sup>

Tagged: Brooke
Word Count: 602
Notes: She works hard for the money, eh eh, eh eh, so hard for it honey..
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[brooke nicole davis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Brooke had been friends with Emily for as long as she could remember which made the girl very important to her. It was one thing to have a whole bunch of different friends and be popular, but it was another thing to be able to say she had two really close friends that she could always depend on, and she had that with Emily and Olivia. The three of them had been through a lot together, and had never turned on each other or fought about anything that kept them mad at each other for longer than a day. They never judged Brooke or her choices, and Brooke never judged them. That was how true friendship worked, and she was glad to have that in her life. So many people misunderstood what true friendship was, and if they understood they had trouble finding and keeping it, so Brooke knew how fortunate she was. It was nice to make an effort to maintain a friendship and feel like she wasn’t the only one doing it. It was equal effort for all three of them, and that made everything that much easier and a lot more enjoyable. So, naturally, it was always upsetting when they were too busy to hang out and Brooke was glad that today, she and Emily would be able too even if it was only for a while.

Brooke smiled as Emily squeezed her tightly, not minding that she could barely breathe. School hadn’t even been in session for two weeks and already their lives had been extremely busy. After the hug, both girls sat back down and Brooke smiled at her best friend. “Honestly, when haven’t they been crazy?”

[/color] she teased, laughing at her own joke. The lives of teenagers in Manhattan seemed so much more hectic and chaotic than the lives of teenagers everywhere else. Maybe it was because they lived in a place that was known as ‘the city that never sleeps’, or maybe it was because of the glamorous lives most of them lived. Either way, life was crazy but enjoyable at the same time. Brooke in particular absolutely loved her life, and secretly loved all of the drama and gossip that came with it. Despite how badly it could ruin someone’s reputation, gossip made life in Manhattan a lot more interesting. Thankfully, Brooke had yet to appear in Lady T’s blog posts, but she figured that she would be soon enough. That was how it worked; everyone at Belmont was a target because of the lives they lived in and out of school.

When the waiter came over to take Emily’s drink order, Brooke could sense her friend’s mood change drastically when she heard the question. Sighing, Brooke realized that she’d probably hit a nerve and was about to be told what Emily had texted her about needing to talk to her about earlier. She waited for the waiter – who flashed both girls extremely flirtatious smiles and looked them both up and down in what he believed was a discreet way – to leave, then turned her attention to Emily. When Emily’s first response came, Brooke blinked. “Oh, damn boo,”[/color] she responded, knowing that Emily wasn’t a relationship kind of person and preferred to just sleep with them then drop them. She shrugged in response to Emily’s question about boys complicating everything. “It’s in their nature to complicate things, Em. That’s why girls are the superior gender,”[/color] she teased, taking a sip of her drink. Then, she realized something. “Hang on, do you like him?”[/color] she asked since she had never seen Emily so hung up on situations that involved the guys she slept with.

Then the topic shifted to Brooke, and she sighed. Sometimes she really envied Emily’s ability to just sleep around and worry about what people thought about her doing that. Brooke herself was still a virgin, and was almost tempted to change that because of all of Emily’s stories. However, she really didn’t need the extra drama and complications so she shrugged the thought away and shrugged in response to the question. “Honestly, nothing exciting. Just glad that my brother’s back at school and I can have my bathroom to myself again,”[/color] she said, laughing a bit. “No boy drama for me for the time being!”[/color]



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WORDS,, 722
TAGGED,, Emily <3
OUTFIT,, CLICK
NOTES,, BFF time!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[emily ann armstrong]

<sup>Laughing slightly at Brooke’s comment, Emily grinned. ”This is true, boo. We’re hot shit and in high demand.” Emily had always been popular, more so with the gentlemen rather than the ladies, but nonetheless, no one had failed to keep Emily far from their thoughts. Not even Jenna. In fact, currently, Jenna was probably thinking about Emily more than anyone else was, with the possible exception of Mason, and Emily was glad. Jenna had been the one with the gusto to decide that Emily was a worthless piece of shit and since then, Emily has slowly but surely been trying to tear the girl down. Most recently with her night with Rigg, and before that with Mason. Mason. Just thinking about him made her feel uneasy and reaching for a glass of water; Emily tried to drink away the lump that had formed in her throat. Stupid boys. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Emily grinned and nodded. ”We totally are superior. Boys are lame. Lame, lame, lame.” Laughing, Emily glanced down at the table and rested her cheek in her hand, sighing. When Brooke spoke next, Emily felt that lump in her throat intensify tenfold. Wait, did Brooke just ask Emily if she liked Mason? The confusion was evident on Emily’s face as she sat up, wide-eyed, and stared at her best friend. ”I don’t like people.” She said with intense cold undertones. ”You know this. I never like boys. Never.” Her words were rushed and defensive and it was clear that the girl was trying to convince herself that what she was saying was the truth. Emily knew that she had been fighting with herself over Mason for weeks and now that things were getting more serious on his part, Emily didn’t know what to do. ”I like sleeping with him. A lot. But that’s it.” The second half of her statement was rushed and Emily was pretty certain that Brooke just wasn’t going to let it slide. Surely Emily had been chocked up about a boy before that she didn’t like, right? This was just her feeling guilty for leading someone to like her when she didn’t share those feelings, right? Mason wasn’t special. He couldn’t be. Emily wouldn’t allow it.

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Emily looked down at the floor, her jaw clenched and clear discomfort showed in her expression. Emily wouldn’t admit to Brooke that she was forming feelings for the boy and if she couldn’t admit this to her best friend, who could she admit it to? Closing her eyes for a second, Emily swallowed the large amount of saliva that had built up in her mouth before looking back up at Brooke and offering her a slightly defeated and sad smile. ”We just like having sex together, I don’t understand why he had to complicate things.” Emily knew that her words weren’t genuine though she couldn’t bring herself to either straight out deny or admit that there might be more to her and Mason than just sex. Glancing around for the waiter and hopeful of something to take her mind off of her situation with Mason, she sighed again. Emily wanted to tell Brooke how Mason made her feel, but there was just too much guilt. Mason was a good guy and he deserved a good girl- not someone used and empty like Emily.

Relief washed over Emily once Brooke allowed the conversation to switch to her. ”That must be a nice change.” She laughed, remembering the last time she had been in Brooke’s brother’s room and just how terribly messy it was. Emily could only imagine that the bathroom was even worse. Smiling faintly, Emily thought of Brooke’s house. Brooke had always lived in a nice house and so did Emily’s family. When Emily decided to move out and in to her apartment, she still wanted to make sure it looked nice and she took pride in people knowing that she wasn’t trashy. But something about Brooke’s place had always been so much better to Emily. Maybe it was all the sleepovers they had there, all the impromptu hairbrush concerts, or even the Barbie fashion shows but something about Brooke’s house opened a soft spot with Emily. It was Brooke’s house, but it felt like Emily’s home, too. ”I’m not gonna lie, boo- I am so envious of your anti-boy drama. I need a break from this.” Emily laughed. IT was true, she could use a break from the drama that came with boys, but she didn’t want to give up Mason.</sup>

Tagged: Brooke
Word Count: 758
Notes: Iloveyouchels!
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[brooke nicole davis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Afternoons with Emily were always interesting and amusing, and Brooke smiled in response to her friend’s comment about them being in such high demand. “Well, I don’t know about me for the high demand part but you’ve got a good point,”

[/color] she responded, smiling and taking a sip of her iced tea. Brooke and Emily were different in their popularity and reputations; Emily was the one that hated relationships and just liked to have different guys in her bed because to her, that was more thrilling than being in an actual relationship. Brooke herself had only ever been with one guy, and he had died before they had gone too far intimacy wise and she was more into actual relationships rather than hook ups. However, she supposed that if she ever got into a situation where a hook up happened, she might change her mind about it. For now, though, she wasn’t into it. Emily was confident and feisty, and Brooke – though also confident – was less feisty and more shy than her friend, which most people don’t know about her. She also had no problem saying the words ‘I love you’ the way that Emily seemed too. But, despite their differences they were still extremely close and Brooke wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Brooke couldn’t help but laugh at Emily’s hysterics. “That’s true, but you still like sleeping with them,”[/color] she teased, smiling into her ice tea and laughing along with her friend. At that moment, the waiter came back to see if they were ready to order and Brooke quickly ordered the chicken ceasar salad, not wanting anything too heavy or filling. Then, she turned her attention back to Emily and their conversation. It was then that she realized that her question had just struck a nerve, and she felt bad instantly, biting her lip and looking away from her friend for a moment. After that moment, she turned and studied Emily, who’s face had confusion written all over it. Brooke really had no idea what to say at this point, so she just waited for Emily to say something and hoped that her innocent question hadn’t hurt her best friend too much. Despite how much she was trying to hide it, Brooke knew that Emily really didn’t know how she felt about Mason, but decided not to point that out. Emily’s words were dripping with a defensive tone that confirmed Brooke knew her a little better than Emily thought she did. “Is that really true in this case, Em?”[/color] she asked, referring to the comment about her never liking boys. “Is how he is in bed really all you like about him? Because you’re sure dwelling on this a lot,”[/color] she said with a raised eyebrow, knowing that Emily wouldn’t get mad at her for the question. She wasn’t going to let this slide, especially because Emily was making it so obvious that her own words really weren’t the truth.

She sighed at Emily’s disgruntled sigh and let her have a moment to gather her thoughts. This was something new for Emily – experiencing actual feelings for a guy she’d slept with and kept bringing it up. Judging by her silence, Brooke knew that Emily was having an internal dilemma with herself, trying to figure out what to say and what not to say. Knowing Emily, she was probably lying and didn’t want to admit it because that meant that her casual one night stands and hook ups could possibly be turning into something more, something she wasn’t used too. When Emily finally spoke, Brooke looked up from her drink and saw her friend swallowing hard, followed by a sad smile. “Oh, Em,”[/color] she said, placing a hand comfortingly over her best friend’s. “You do like him but wish you didn’t…is that it?”[/color] This was the first time she had ever seen Emily look so weak and confused over a guy, and it was a strange sight to see. But, before she could say anything else, the conversation shifted to her, and Brooke sighed. “Oh, trust me it is. I don’t have to worry about the toilet seat being up and can take my time in there without him banging on the door and demanding to be let in.” [/color] She laughed at this, missing her brother but glad to have her bathroom to herself again. He was a horrible slob most of the time, and it drove her insane when he barged into her room insisting she had something of us, only to find it hidden under a heap of clothes or something. She laughed in amusement at Emily’s jealousy, then shrugged. “Maybe you should stop sleeping around then, hoe,”[/color] she teased playfully, smirking at Emily.
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WORDS,, 798
TAGGED,, Emily <3
OUTFIT,, CLICK
NOTES,, loveyoutoo! <3
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[emily ann armstrong]

<sup>”Of course I like sleeping with them!” Emily laughed, running a slightly shaky finger through her long hair. When the waiter arrived for their order, Emily grinned up at him. After taking Brooke’s order, he turn to Emily expectantly. ”And for you?” Emily grinned, shooting Brooke a wink before turning to the attractive man standing next to them. ”Yeah, I’ll one you with a side of whipped cream, minus the clothes.” Emily closed her menu and offered it to the boy but he just stared, clearly confused whether she was serious or not. Emily grinned. ”I’ll take the chicken alfrado.” The boy’s jaw was slightly ajar as he took the menu from her hand and slowly made his way back towards the counter. Emily’s eyes shot to Brooke and a grin was still widely visible on her lips. She shrugged. ”Oops.”

A deep sigh escaped Emily’s slightly parted lips as she felt accusation in Brooke’s voice. Emily couldn’t just admit to liking him. She couldn’t just embrace these emotions that didn’t make sense to her. ”Yes.” Emily said in a cold voice. Her insides were turning just by thinking about him. ”I only like him for sex. Aside from how he is in the bedroom, I don’t like him as a person at all. I like nothing about him.” Emily glared at Brooke as she spoke and instantly took a drink of water. Her eyebrows were furrowed and it was plain to see that she was frustrated with herself. Why couldn’t she just admit it? What was so wrong with having feelings for him? When Brooke slid her hand across the table to cover Emily’s, a ping of sadness stabbed into her gut. She shook her head slowly to prevent herself from saying the words that were jumping on her tongue. Emily knew that Brooke was right. She knew that she had fallen for this boy but admitting it just seemed like a very unproductive things to do. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a deep breath before looking at Brooke. Her head offered a slight nod and Emily forced the word reluctantly out of her lips. ”Yes.”

Forcing a faint smile, Emily imagined Brooke’s brother banging on the door and Brooke just continuing to put her make-up on and ignoring him. ”We need to have a sleepover.” Emily said in a small voice, still upset with herself over Mason. Brooke was her best friend but not even her comforting, nonjudgmental words could help Emily feel better about the situation. ”And booze.” Emily added, laughing. ”A sleepover and booze. That’s what we need.” Nodding, she took a sip of her iced tea and laughed at the second part of Brooke’s comment. Sleeping around did create a lot of drama with boys but none of it ever got as far as the drama with Mason. ”That would be no fun!” She giggled, knowing that she would always be that type of girl. Sighing, she focused on the center point of her current drama and frustration. ”Maybe I just need to quit Mason instead.”</sup>

Tagged: Brooke
Word Count: 511
Notes: Iloveyouchels!
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[brooke nicole davis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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At Emily’s response, Brooke rolled her eyes because she had fully expected the answer she’d gotten. Emily was one of those girls who hated commitment but still wanted the pleasures of a relationship, so she chose to sleep around and then dump the guy so that she’d never have to deal with the complications and work of a relationship. For her, sex was an easy way for both parties to get what they want without having to commit to something serious. “Oh, my apologies. I should have known better than to question that!”

[/color] she said dramatically, putting her hands up in mock surrender and smirking at her friend. It was great being able to tease Emily without it being a big deal that was blown way out of proportion the way it would have been with most people. As the waiter turned to Emily for her order, Brooke caught the wink and rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. She had to admit that the waiter was attractive, and even if he wasn’t she had a feeling that Emily would have done exactly what she was about to do because that’s the kind of person that she was. Smirking as the waiter gaped at her friend, Brooke rolled her eyes and waited for him to walk away. She watched his jaw drop in surprise and she knew he was now wondering whether Emily was serious or not, which of course she wasn’t. When he finally walked away to put in their order, Brooke watched him for a minute before turning her attention back to her best friend. “That poor boy had no idea what he was in for coming into work today. You’re horrible,”[/color] she teased, turning around to see the boy still gaping at them and giving him a flirtatious smile and a small wave. This was definitely much better than eating in the school cafeteria, no matter how good the food was and how fancy the room was.

With her fun over, Emily sighed and Brooke looked at her friend with sympathy. Brooke realized that she probably sounded accusatory, and she hadn’t meant too but the reaction from Emily meant that she was right in her assumption even if Emily tried to deny it. Brooke didn’t want to pry because she knew this was something new for Emily, but she wanted her friend to just make it easier for herself by admitting it, and took another sip of iced tea, trying to decide what to do. “Em, the sooner that you admit that you feel something for him, the sooner you can figure everything else out,”[/color] she said simply, preparing for more denial and maybe even a very annoyed response. Judging by the furrowed eyebrows, Brooke knew that Emily was frustrated either with herself or with the situation, or maybe even both. For someone who wasn’t used to feeling something for someone and liking them for more than just sex, frustration was expected and typical and the eighteen year old beauty’s sympathy went out to her best friend. Situations like this were never easy, and admitting to feelings was hard for someone who had never really experienced it before. She nodded slowly when Emily finally admitted it, feeling a bit relieved. “There’s nothing wrong with that you know,”[/color] she retorted.

Emily finally smiled and though Brooke knew it was forced, she was glad to see it appearing on her friend’s face. She had probably just given Emily an amusing mental picture of her brother trying to fight with her for the bathroom and her ignoring him and going on with what she was doing. Sometimes, Brooke even purposely took a long time if her brother was annoying her enough because she got great amusement out of it. When a sleep over was mentioned, Brooke nodded enthusiastically. “I like that plan. You haven’t slept over in a while thanks to school,”[/color] she said, not hearing the part about the booze until Emily repeated it. Then, Brooke raised an eyebrow. “Hmm..we could go clubbing and drink there, then go and crash at my house. Best of both worlds, and we can have some fun flirting with some of the guys at the club. That’ll help you get your mind off of Mason,”[/color] she said, liking the sound of that plan and hoping Emily did too. She rolled her eyes when Emily mentioned not wanting to quit sleeping around, but wanted to quit Mason. “Well, like I said, clubbing will help with that!”[/color] At least, Brooke thought it would.

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TAGGED,, Emily <3
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NOTES,, loveyoutoo! <3
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[emily ann armstrong]

<sup>Emily couldn’t help but laugh a little at her friend’s dramatics. At least Brooke knew Emily well enough to understand her sarcasm and wit and because of this, there was hardly ever tension between them. When Brooke mentioned the waiter again, Emily just laughed. It was true, Emily was ruthless when it came to guys. It didn’t matter what the boy looked like or who he was, it was just the simple joy of teasing someone and the comfort in knowing that you had impacted their day. That was Emily’s only real mission in life- impact people, for better or for worse. When Brooke turned back to the boy and waved, Emily nearly choked on the mouthful of iced tea she had just swallowed down. Laughing as discretely as possible, Emily nudged Brooke’s leg with her foot under the table. ”You’re not much better, Missy.” That what why Brooke and Emily got along so well. It didn’t matter what it was, the other one always seemed to have your back. Even in situations like this where Brooke clearly thought it would be better to just be nice to the boy and not tease him with potential blue balls, she was still being flirty. Beaming across the table at Brooke, Emily laughed. How could she possibly ask for a better friend?

When Brooke changed the conversation back to Mason, Emily sighed. ”It’s easy for you to say that…..but you know how hard these things are for me..” Closing her eyes, Emily ran her slender hand through her long locks. Emily knew that she was fighting this and she knew that she shouldn’t but there were so many red flags going up about Jenna that Emily feared rejection of she allowed things to continue. ”I can’t open up just so that he can eventually choose Jenna over me. He loves her. She loves him- that means it’s inevitable, right?” Emily’s voice was growing softer with every word that she spoke and by the time she finished that simple sentence, her voice was on the edge of breaking. Somehow, for some reason, this boy had gotten under her skin and as much as she would rather bold-facedly deny her feelings for him, she felt them, and that was bad enough. ”It feels bad knowing that I like someone who likes someone else. I don’t know how to deal with that.”

Relief once again washed over Emily with talk of a sleepover. Talking about boys in any serious way made Emily uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. ”This weekend.” Emily announced, moving her drink and smiling at the waiter as he brought the two ladies their food. ”Thank you, handsome.” Emily beamed up at the attractive waiter and winked at him once again. ”And remember what I want for dessert!” She reminded as he walked away. Turning back to Brooke, she sighed. ”I could really go for a sleepover and movie night and no boy talk, no drama, just you and I and some James Bond.” Laughing lightly, Emily stabbed the pasta with her fork and brought it to her lips, blowing the steam away before allowing it to enter her mouth. Emily knew that pasta wasn’t really the best choice when it came to foods to eat, but pasta was yummy and Emily made sure that nothing ever turned to fat on he body. She’ll eat the pasta now, and them work it off right after school. Being fit was something Emily took a lot of pride in. Bringing her attention back to the conversation, she nodded at Brooke. Emily laughed at Brooke’s attempted joke and nodded. ”I think a busy, alcohol induced night with a lot of dancing and attractive men is the perfect way to deal with this situation.”</sup>

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Word Count: 625
Notes: sorry its late!
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