Life inbetween Living and Dreaming GirlxGirl(Editing)

3.Sorry Do you know who I am??

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Brooke P.O.V

I met Andrew in the coffee shop just 

around the corner of my apartment  

just like he said.

I spotted him in like 2 seconds. 

Not everyday you see a spiky haired blondie  

Tanned and wearing designer clothes. 

Oh yeah I forgot.Here you do. 

Its like that weird show jersey shore. 

Me loves snooki long time hehe she's 

so funny and drunk all the time haha she passed out on the beach!!Who does that! 

Well I did once but hey that was college.

Anyway I losing track here again.

Damn Snooki haha.

Andrew informed me of 3 interviews 

I had ahead of me in the following week 

and each one of them held the capacity 

to make or break my career.

Geez I should tell Andrew that saying shit like that doesn't really boost ones character.

"Andrew I will be emailing you on what I should present them with as my portfolio and would like your input on a couple of things"I said nervously scrathing the back of my head

"Brooke,I have known you 5 years and 

I have total faith that you will do great 

things in your career everybody has to risk something to do what you are about to do. 

You are coming from nowhere ,you starred in a couple of movie and have written a few movie scripts.You and I both know experience means 

more than any degree and you have both.I have total faith in you."

I stared wide eyed at Andrew..

I couldn't belief how much faith he had in me.

I couldn't help but smile at the words my dear friend said

"Thank you Andrew That cheered me up! 

Ill be right back dutty calls"

I freshend up in the bathroom staring at my face and I could lightly see a redish dot on my neck and smiled .Oh you nawty nawty Genny..

"You know some people might think you 

were a little vain staring like that at yourself" 

I jumped and saw a brown haired girl with a tight fitting jean and an old Def Lepard T shirt on 

staring at me looking . 

Or glaring I couldn't tell. 

Was she going to hit me? 

Or kiss me.

Kiss me would work for me. 

She was hella fineeeeeee