Second floor common room, Saturday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

There were pros and cons to the greatest week ever.

Pros: Boys. And a valid, obvious reason to do them without anyone getting judgey.

Cons: Usually she could do what she wanted when she wanted with who and it was no problem, so that part wasn't really any different from her on a normal day. But after a while that antsiness came back, and at this time of the day on a Saturday, who knew who was actually around/not already- ahem- busy.

So it was a mildly frustrated Brooke waiting impatiently for the coffee to brew, sometimes with irritated hand gestures that she knew wouldn't work and the occasional, "Come on already." Because it had not occurred to her that caffeine would not help.


[I am up too damn early and nowhere I need to be opens for hours. Entertain me.]

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[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke, for her part, still had to think of Fiona as something akin to a cheating ho, unfortunately. And she had some serious issues there. "Yeah, I'm sure this machine is waiting specifically for me to stop looking at it."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Things take longer if you watch them," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I thought everyone knew that."

[gobrookeyourself]

"It just feels like it takes longer," Brooke told her. "But if you're so sure, you and your little genius butt can go sit over there and wait and a cup will mysteriously appear in your hand in five seconds."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"You're the one trying to rush basic mechanics with your voice," she said with a snort.

"I don't want any coffee anyway."

I just wanted to talk with you and assure myself that I can keep from screaming at you.

[gobrookeyourself]

"And I don't want to talk to you. So why are you still here?" Brooke asked slowly, as if talking to a child.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to talk to you," she admitted out loud, walking around to lean against a wall. The tone was dismissed. Spending time with Peyton and listening to the radio had allowed her to put two and two together and four made her pretty uncaring about Brooke's opinion.

"Well, more the other day, but then I didn't want to talk so much as punch you. Now, though... whatever. It's a free common room. Go bitch at your coffee machine."

She even fluttered her fingers dismissively.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke looked at her with the dismissal, and cracked up laughing. It was so much fun when people tried to outbitch her. "Go skank elsewhere, this is currently my turf," she said, turning back to the coffee machine.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

...which almost convinced her to stay, but she had other plans.

"Yes, you do seem to have the place well skanked," she agreed, one of her aunt Lucia's smiles on her face as she pushed away from the wall "enough so that I doubt there's anything I could do to try and improve the air. Good luck with violating basic physics."

At which point she left. Something in her chest stung just a little, but she ignored it and kept her head high.

[gobrookeyourself]

She waved sarcastically in her direction as she left. In her opinion, not only was that girl an amateur, but she either had absolutely no sense of humor about the coffee, or she was dumber than she was trying to insinuate Brooke was, and that was actually a comfort.

Brooke found waiting for her coffee much more satisfying now, in any case.