Date Crashing

three

"You have my phone," Brynn immediately said.

She felt insecure without it. Her phone was her contact with the rest of the world, all of her friends.

"What? I didn't know that," Oliver replied, sarcastically. "I thought this pink phone was mine. We must have grabbed each other's phoned off the table, Enna Brynn."

"We need to switch back. Also, it's Brynn."

"Duh. When do you want to switch back, Enna Brynn."

"Where do you live?"

"Holy crap! You're not coming to my house right now!" Oliver exclaimed, incredulous. "Surely this can wait until tomorrow!"

Brynn wrapped her long, wavy hair around her fingers.

"Um, I kind of need my phone! Like I will break into your house and take it," she said.

"I just won't give you my address," he replied.

"Touché," she said back. "But come on, don't be a jerk. Just give me my phone."

"Well, as you can see, I am doing just fine without my phone, so you can wait until tomorrow because I'm going to bed."

"Yeah, you just seemed so thrilled to have the wrong phone," she said sarcastically. If her personality was described in one word, it would be sarcastic. it was like her way of life.

"I can wait, though

"Fine. Tomorrow then?" she suggested.

"Just come to the Starbucks along Nickel St. and we can trade back. Easy," Oliver replied, cooly.

"What time?"

"9 o'clock."

"Done."

Brynn changed out of her clothes into her pajamas: a long-sleeved, cotton gray shirt and red gingerbread man pants. She realized that she hadn't plugged her Christmas tree in yet and rolled off of her bed to do so. As soon as her mini sea green tree was lit up, she ran downstairs to the kitchen. Her brother was blasting Panic! At The Disco from his bedroom and Brynn pounded on his door.

"Turn down the music!" she shouted.

"Never!" he yelled back.

She rolled her eyes and walked down the stairs, two at a time. She was hungry, despite all of the food she had eaten that night. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit, but, luckily, Ryder didn't judge her for it.

"Reynie! Where are my white chocolate covered pretzels!" Brynn called upstairs to her brother. She heard the the rock music upstairs stop and she heard feet pounding on the stairs.

Moments later, her twin brother poked his head into the kitchen. He had a guilty and nervous expression on his face.

"I kind of ate them," Reynie admits. He runs his left hand through his auburn hair. It was slightly curled on the tips with a slight wave to it, like Brynn's. They got their auburn hair from their mother, but their sharp green eyes from their father. Eye color was the only thing they had gotten from their father. Ever.

"Reynie! I just made those yesterday!" Brynn moaned, slamming the fridge closed.

"I thought Momma bought them," he insisted. Brynn groaned and turned to face Reynie. She glared at him. "Should I run?" he asked.

She responded by charging towards him. His eyes widened and he sprinted up the stairs, Brynn right on his tail. Reynie leapt into his bedroom, but Brynn slipped in before he can lock the door.