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Untitled #1354 by sassy featuring 

I smiled widely in front of Brooke's door, knowing that by now she was looking at me through the peephole. She opened the door and growled at me. “You better have coffee if you’re going to visit me so damn early.” Well hello sunshine.
“I do.” I grinned, passing her a latte and barging in. “I was kind of hoping you’d still be in Nick’s bed.” I bit down on my lip and looked at her.
She rose a brow at her. "Two days later?”
I nodded. “Are you saying you wouldn’t like that?”
She shut the door as I settled myself on her couch and she took a sip of my latte. “I haven’t even seen him naked yet.” She pointed out and I rolled my eyes.
“You pussy!” I shouted.

She held her hands up. “Hey it’s not my fault his ex girlfriend showed up at his apartment in a nightgown begging for him back.”
I stopped drinking my tea and looked up at her. Did we live in a show now or something? That was too dramatic for reality. “Excuse me?”
She nodded. “Drama central…..but to be fair the rest of the date was….perfect.” She sunk into the chair and smiled as I gave her a mischievous face.
“Oh? Is he ever so dreamy?!”
“Yes. And I'm totally jumping him on our next date.” She smirked.
"Blah blah." I sighed as I waved my hand in the air, avoiding her gaze on purpose. Teasing had its rules and if I looked at her I'd start smirking and we'd probably end up giggling like silly girls or throwing things at each other like crazy women, which was what we were whenever we were together.
She narrowed her eyes on me, glaring through her lashes, "What do you mean blah blah Scarlett? You don't want me to kick your ass so early in the morning, do you?" She threaten, only I was now immune to...well, every possible expression she could give to me.
"I'd like to remember you that I'm the one who spend half of her day working out." I deadpanned, not impressed with the way she was looking at me.
"Did you start having sex again?" She asked with a smirk, being a smartass.
I raised one eyebrow slowly, tempted to tell her about Mason almost kicking me out of his apartment but then again there wasn't much to say. We were just neighbors, friendly ones, who liked hanging out almost every night of the week and that once kissed. No tongue. But the zipper of my onesie went down. But it was all innocent. What was the big deal? No big deal, that was what I kept saying to my ego. I didn't even want to have sex with the infamous Kohler, it was just my hormones fogging my brain, end of the story. "Did you?" I retorted instead, paying her back with a matching grin.
"As I said, I'm working on it." She answered smugly, adjusting on the chair and sipping her latte in an obscene way, her lips wrapping around the edge of the cup like it was a fuming penis. Maybe she was thinking about that. Did I want to know? No.
"As I said, you're good at talking, not so much at acting." I went back on my teasing road, mostly for the sake of it and also because she needed a good push from her bestie here and nothing worked better on Brooke than a good challenge. She'd thank me later.
“I think it might be my turn to blah blah.” Brooke replied, narrowing her eyes on me.
“Touché.” I replied, laying back on her couch and letting my eyes shut gently. I was too tired to argue and she might have been right. Maybe. A pillow landed on my face a second later. “Hey!”
"You can’t wake me up and then sleep on my couch.” She said seriously.
“I'm sorry but the pressure of your sexual frustration is exhausting.” I teased, my lips curling into a smirk.
She tossed another pillow at me. “I hate you.”
“No you love me instead.” I stated and she leaned back in my chair, letting out a long groan. What was with that groan? Was she turning into a guy? Probably not, she wouldn't be able to grow a dick. “Too bad you can’t take me to bed it would make your life so much easier.”
“Sorry cutie I have my eyes set on someone else.” She winked at me.
I made a show of sighing dramatically. “You know if you knew how good I was I wouldn’t be your second choice.” I winked back at her and she couldn’t help but let out a giggle.
“You’re a dancer. I'm sure you’re epic. Unfortunately you’re missing some of my favorite parts.” She smirked slowly and then it was my turn to laugh.
“Because I have no boobies?” I joked back, looking down my top and pouting.
She shook her head. “No I like that actually.” She said as thought about it.
“What?!” I smirked and looked back at her. “I think if I was going to be like a girl I’d want her to have little boobies. One….so I wouldn’t feel inferior and jealous, and two because they’d fit in my tiny hands.”
Brooke and I both broke into another fit of giggles and I shook my head. “Is your Nick trying to get you in bed with him and a girl Brooke?”
She laughed and shook her head. “I'm sure he wouldn’t oppose but I'm just trying to get him into a twosome for now. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn to tell you who my girl crush would be?” I asked, already thinking about it.
“Sure, but also your boy crush.” She said instead.
"My boy crush is dead and gone." I sighed then frowned, thinking about my last hip hop class. Charlie had looked very sweaty and very alive to be honest, but my pussy was still grieving. "Actually no, he's the usual hot self, but the sex bank has closed."
She choked on her latte, her eyes widening, "What?"
"No more Charlie between my legs." I replied with a shrug, amused by her reaction as I reached for a pillow and set it behind my head. My body was sore from the hours spent dancing and tense from the lack of sex.
"Oh yeah, I guessed that, but it wasn't what I was talking about." She said and gave me that 'I know everything' grin which made my hand reach for another pillow and chuck it at her almost automatically.
"Ops." I made an innocent face when she groaned again, "I have no idea of what you're talking about though. I haven't been out much lately except for work, I might be turning into a nun."
She let out a snort, sounding like a little animal, "You a nun? Doubtful." She shook her head then the grin came back again, "Anyway, I meant your new boy crush."
I stared at her blankly, "Who?"
"Whoever you've been with for the last week." She paused, raising one eyebrow, "If I don't hear from you for a week? It means you're busy with some guy."
"I told you, no sex for this poor nun." I rolled my eyes, "And I didn't call you because I was busy working and studying. Also I was waiting for YOUR call, I was dying to hear about your date with Nick."
She ignored the last part of my sentence, cocking her head to the side to look at me, "So what have you been up to?"
I shrugged, "I've been hanging out with Mason."
"Mason?" She looked at me, surprised. "Mason Mason?"
"Yes, your Mason." I said casually, getting ready to add more details about the nothing going on between us before she could start making assumptions. It was crazy how she could build a whole story from literally nothing. She should have been a writer, not a cook. Actually, she was too good to not be a cook, so maybe both. "We watched movies, shared candies, had a good laugh...we're neighbors on friendly terms now." I explained, leaving out the sordid details which, to be fair, were close to zero.
“He didn’t make a move on you?” Brooke asked, flabbergasted. Because of course Mr Mason made moves on any girl, but he was sorry about it only when he did on me. “Define move….” O trailed off, and she lifted the pillow over her head to warn me. I held up my hands. “One kiss!” I replied and she lowered it but rose her brow. Oh damn I was in trouble.
“Like earth shattering Cinderella with one foot up kiss?”
I smirked, thinking about the kiss. For being an innocent kind it had been good. Really good. If I closed my eyes and thought about it hard I could still feel his soft lips against mine. “Earth shattering? Not really. Cinderella? Yes. But only because it was totally G-rated.” And because I was dressed like a maid and not the sexy kind.
She shook her head. “I didn’t know Mase did anything G rated.”
I sat up and looked at her. “You’re not mad are you?”
She blinked. “Yeah I am! You kept this from me!!!”
I shook my head. “No I mean….it’s not weird for you that I'm hanging out with your backup plan?” I asked with a smirk. I knew by now that what she had with Mason was just a friendship, a cuddly weird one but still a friendship and I didn't want her to think I was trying to steal him from her, because I wasn't. He could have two friends, right? Still, there was no way I was going to say that as seriously as I was saying it in my head, so I went for being silly again.
She blinked again. “If Mason was my backup plan I’d have fucked him by now. I passed needing a back up months ago.” She said seriously.
“Still….you guys are weird about each other.” I retorted, just because I wanted to know more about him to be honest, but I was too proud to ask.
“We’re friends.” She said back.
“Okay….” I trailed off, disappointing because I wanted the details of their friendship, so that I could compare that with the one growing between Mason and me. I couldn't believe I was being so lame in my head.
“You’re the one kissing him not me!!!”
"Once." I narrowed my eyes on her, "One tiny kiss."
She raised one eyebrow once again, "You're being weird." She pointed out.
"Uhm?" I raised my eyebrow myself, my expression matching hers only more silly.
"Your questions...this kiss..." She trailed off, shrugging.
I shifted on the couch and crossed my arms against my chest, snorting, "Oh yeah Brooke, that makes sense."
She rolled her eyes at me, "I mean..." Her words failed her again and she looked frustrated, making me smirk. "Do you like him or not?"
"I like spending time with him, I like him as friend." I answered quietly.
"Yeah right." She said flatly, "Because friends kiss usually."
This time was my turn to groan loudly, "Oh dear god Brooke it was one kiss, no tongue, no hands roaming my body, just his lips on mine, end of the story."
She furrowed her brows before breaking into a grin, "You sound disappointed."
I shook my head quickly, because no matter what I had to be fair to Mason, I had felt that little kiss everywhere. "No. It was a really good kiss..." I trailed off, letting out a small sigh. I didn't know what was about this guy but I never knew what to think about him, he confused me. Or maybe it was just me confusing myself.
"Uhm." She mumbled with a nod, looking lost in a thought. Bad sign Scar, when will you learn to keep your mouth shut? "So no hands? I'm sorry Scar but Mason giving you an innocent kiss is quite shocking."
"He unzipped my onesie but didn't get to touch or see anything really." I confessed, pursing my lips together as I stared at my friend, waiting for her reaction.
She broke into a laugh, "You were wearing an onesie?" She asked before keeping laughing.
"Sexy right? Totally Cinderella, I could have been a maid." I said and smirked, liking to joke about things more than analyzing them, "And then he said he had to work in the morning and basically kicked me out."
Brooke widened her eyes, more than confused. “Okay….” She trailed off, being as useful as a used condom.
I shook my head, mentally kicking my ass for bringing it up at all. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I replied, letting my eyes shut and thinking about more pleasant things like all the guys I met in my dreams who never disappointed me...except for they never became real, that was the bad part.
“Okay.” She said again, sounding like a broken record. What was wrong with her?
I looked back at her. “You are weird about this.”
She shook her head. “I'm not weird…..you two are weird.” She paused, “I'm being shockingly normal in my relationships.”
I laughed. “Yes, shockingly normal and prudish.” I took that chance to tease her and divert the attention to a subject she liked more, meaning herself. “Did he Cinderella kiss you at the door?”
She shook her head. “No. Stuck his tongue down my throat at the door.” She winked and I was almost jealous. If only I had a guy with a skilled tongue I'd make sure it'd explore every part of my body, not just my mouth.
“Good kisser?” I asked, interested again.
She nodded. “Earth shattering.” She admitted, sighing as she sank into the chair. Lucky bitch.
“So have you disbanded your no-relationship rule?”
She shrugged. “I dunno…..”
I sat up and looked back at her, it was time to put some sense in that silly head of hers. “Don’t lose this guy. You don’t see how you look when you talk about him Brooke…..it’s been a long time since you’ve looked so happy.”
“Says the girl who wants me to put out on the first date.” She smirked, joking even though I was serious. But that was what made us us, we couldn't handle a serious conversation, thank god we were still able to say something wise to each other once in a blue moon. We were closed and we loved each other, just didn't feel the need to made a big deal about it.
"I guess I'm late for that now." I shrugged and smirked, my fingers playing with my hair as I relaxed against the cushion.
"So now you're the girl who wants me to put out on the second date?" She asked, smirking back at me.
I shook my head, "No, I'm the girl who wants you to put out period." I said seriously. She needed to get laid, so that she could finally get that loser of her ex out of her system once for all.
"I told you, I'm working on it." She winked at me and I couldn't help but smile, happy to see her...well, happy. Or at least she seemed to be done being a downer, she seemed to be my old Brooke again.
"I'll be ready to pop the champagne when the time comes." I grinned at her before changing the subject once again, "Talking about champagne..."
She raised one eyebrow, giving me a questioning look, "Uhm?" She mumbled unintelligently.
"It's my birthday in a week or so." I started, smirking wider when she rolled her eyes, "We should talk about my surprise party."
"What surprise party?"
"The one you said you'd throw me!"
"But if you know about it it's not a secret anymore!" She protested, pouting at me.
"I took an acting class, I'll be surprised, trust me." I faked a straight face but it was hard considering how excited I was. I liked party and I liked birthdays too, the thought of being surrounded by my friends and drinking all night sounded promising to me. And Mason had said he'd come too.
“How about it’s just a regular party so that I can focus on making all the food and not coming up with ways for you to not know it’s happening even though it was your idea?” Brooke suggested, smirking at me.
“Fine. But you’re making extra cupcakes.”
She looked at her like I was nuts. Sometimes I forgot how well we knew each other and how she knew that cupcakes were never enough for me. “I always make extra cupcakes.”
“You should invite Nick.” I suggested instead, rolling on my stomach and propping an elbow up to rest on. I was dying to find out of the guy looked as good in real life as he did in photos.
“Maybe.” She shrugged, being the usual chicken.
“Not maybe. Do it! It’s my birthday.” I protested, as if I could get away with everything just because of that. How did they say? It's my birthday and I can force people to do whatever I want if I want them to?
She shook her head as she laughed. “Fine but don’t tease him or anything!”
“I'm not going to tease him. Just give him super specific instructions on how to get you into his bed.” I said as I struggled to keep my expression serious, when I was about to die instead. I was hilarious.
She scoffed. “What makes you think you know any specifics?!”
I rose a brow at her, ready to prove my point. “I'm sure you know the same about me.” I replied and she grinned as she thought about it.
“Good point…..I should have lunch with Mason later.” She smirked and I hoped for her that she wouldn't dare to say anything to him or she'd be a dead girl.
“Oh great. So next time he kisses me I can think of you.” I spat back and she laughed out loud.
“First of all? That should help you.” She winked. “Secondly…..next time?”
“We’re talking about my party.” I said as I turned my head and looked to the ceiling. Why did she have to process all my words? I was just saying, a next time wouldn't probably happen...sometimes I really needed to think twice before talking.
“I'm going to wear teal I think.” She said, humoring me, but also making me more annoyed since I had no idea of what to do with that information. Did she want to wear matching outfits?
I glared at her. “I'm sorry is it your birthday coming up?” I asked with an eyebrow raised because now that I thought about it, I had nothing to wear. “Though you have a point. We should go shopping.”
“Do you need to look hot for someone? Maybe you invited a certain neighbor you’re lusting after?” She bit down on her lip.
“I need to look hot for everyone. I’ll be the guest of honor.” I replied, ignoring her teasing.
“Maybe you should wear a onsie. Seems to work for you.” And there she was, giggling like an idiot. I loved that idiot.
"I have plenty of those, I can give you one of mine and we can match." I glanced at her and smirked, knowing that if I started pouting she'd only keep that teasing going.
"But I told you I want to wear teal." She said back and frowned, "Do you have a teal onesie?"
I pretended to think about it, then I widened my eyes as I smiled, "I do!!" I exclaimed, "Not." I added and faked a serious face, that only made her giggle more.
She curled in the chair, resting her head against its back as she wrapped her arms around her knees, "Too bad, Nick wouldn't be able to resist me."
I shot her a grin, "Maybe I should have a pajama party."
"If that means that guys get to wear nothing but boxers? I agree." She said seriously, her words coming straight from her lower parts I was sure.
"Then you'd give Nick a boner with your teal onesie and bam!" I slammed my hand against the couch, making her jump a little, "My party would turn into an orgy."
"You have a naughty mind."
"Have mercy on me, my head is the only place where all the sexy action happens at the moment." I sighed dramatically, turning on the couch again and burying my face against a cushion. Ugh.
"If I got a date? You will too eventually."
I raised my head to shot her an amused look, "Where is this coming from, Miss Negativity?" I asked slowly and she just shrugged.
"If there's hope for you there must be for me too."
“I have no problem getting dates, it’s finding ones that want to keep dating me that’s the problem.” I pointed out and she rolled her eyes.
“Oh please. There are one million guys who would give up anything to be your willing slave if you wanted it. You’re just picky. And have terrible taste.”
“Says the nun.”
She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. “Its different.”
I shook my head. “Yes. It’s different because you must have forgotten what sex is like and so that’s why you don’t need it anymore. I still very much remember.” I pouted and she cracked up.
“You’re a crazy girl.”
I nodded. “What can I put in this coffee to make me tipsy?” I asked, sitting up.
She glanced at me. “Nothing. It’s too early to be tipsy.”
I sighed again and slumped back on the couch. “So are you going shopping with me or no?”
She faked a face of thinking about it for a second. “For onsies? No I like easier access.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
She finished the last of her latte and set it on the table. “Shopping then?” I nodded.
“I know what Mason likes.” She smirked, teasing me more.
I didn't know if I wanted to slap her or I wanted to kill her, maybe both in this order. All this teasing was starting to bug me but if I showed it? She'd say it was because I liked him and it wasn't like that. It was a no win situation. "I know what he likes too." I said casually as I shrugged. I wasn't sure, but I could guess.
"Mind to share?" She gave me a suspicious look.
"If he's your bestie I don't need to tell you what he likes." I pointed out and yawned, wishing I could nap before shopping. That happened every time I had some free time, I wanted to do one million things but then ended up sleeping instead.
She smirked slowly, cocking her head to the side as she looked at me, "I say bullshit instead."
I shifted on the couch, sitting in a straighter position and grinning back at her as I feigned confidence. "He doesn't really have a type-"
"Doubtful." She cut me off.
"But. Sexy with big boobs and no brain would probably work." I added and chuckled since I could still remember Mason telling me about his ex. I was just being silly though, being serious with Brooke was no fun and a waste of time.
She let out a small laugh as she shook her head, "We'll have no problem with the no brain thing, but you need some miraculous push-up."