brooke
brooke laughed and hoped this person wouldn't disconnect because she was having fun.
"well my momma told me when i was young"
brooke was listening to lady gaga a couple of hours ago.
"that your shit? wow ur mum is really honest."
she liked who ever this was, their personality was similiar to hers.
"how old are you?"
"seventeen?????"
brooke face plamed, harry probably thought she was some pervert.
"oh goodness sakes i swear im not a pervert im a sixteen year old female who goes to high school and hates it btw"
"good to know???"
"fucking sakes can i just have ur number bc my laptop is dying and the charger is in the living room and im a lazy sixteen year old female who goes to high school and hates it"
brooke really, really wanted to continue talking to harry.
"lololol you could've just asked gosh it's 477 348 893"
brooke sighed and grabbed her phone to put in his number and saved it under "herry."
"ok my laptop is dying i'll text you in a minute my number has a 607 area code."
harry
harry didn't even have a chance to reply before his laptop screen displayed that the "user has disconnected".
he sighed and grabbed his phone to wait for her text.
harry liked brooke, she had a good sense of humor, (or at least to him she did).
he honestly was hoping she was actually who she made herself seem, a lazy sixteen year old female who goes to high school and hates it.
harry checked the time and noticed that it had already been two minutes.
scrolling through his twitter notifications, he finally recieved a text from an unkown number, but he already knew who it was.
unkown number: omg lol sorry i ordered pizza hut
herry: those pizzas r really greasy tbh
brooke: stfu they have feelings
herry: r u serious
brooke: obviously plus it's like night and the deliver guy is really hot so
herry: where the hell were you raised
brooke: binghAMTON NEW YORK WOOT WOOT
herry: explains a lot
brooke: well where the fuck were you raised son
harry laughed and covered his mouth to try and muffle the noise.
herry: holmes chaple, england
brooke: holy shit do you have an accent
herry: i guess
brooke: woo u my son r a hoTTIE
harry may have blushed a little.
herry: you don't even know what i look like omg
brooke: so you have an accent ur already considered hot
herry: well you have an accent too does that consider u hot?
brooke: im hot one way or another
herry: or so you think
brooke: i am gosh stop being mean
brooke: i swear im hot
brooke: totally hot
brooke: hotter than regina
brooke: if you dont know who regina is stfu and go away pls
brooke: wait dont stfu bc you have an accent
brooke: just
brooke: just keep talking
brooke: lol idk
harry watched his phone blow up with messages and laughed basically at every one, he liked brooke, she seemed cool and funny.
herry: boo you whore
brooke: yaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAS
an: lol I made that number up don't call it
mean girls is my bible then mean girls 2 can go down a drain bc i hated it tbh bye
