Brooke laughed and murmured something about a "senile, old man," under her breath with a sarcastic glance at Joey before she too entered the house. She found it amusing that her mom hadn't wasted a second in catching up with Joey. "I'll be down in a little bit." She said, grinning widely. Snagging a cookie herself and practically melting at the warm, gooey taste of it, she scaled the stairs in two and rounded the corner, trailing her hand across the banister. Her room was the last one down the hall and admittedly, it had the best view. She opened it, feeling a wave of lavender fragrance wash over her in a pleasant tide, the aroma of one of her candles. Boy, she just loved candles.
Rummaging through her tidy closet, she discovered a long black sweatshirt that was comfortable and super warm. Slipping it on and letting out a sigh of content when the soft interior covered her skin, she shoved her hands in her pockets, changed into a different pair of skinny jeans, put on some skater shoes, and grabbed her skateboard and headed to the bathroom. Wiping off the rest of the blue slushie from her face and brushing quickly through her hair, Brooke slid down the banister to the first floor of the house and strolled into the kitchen, peering into the now sizzling and popping pan. The smell of potatoes hit her nose and her mouth watered slightly. "Dinner will be ready in...?" She called. "About two hours!" Her mother's reply came. Brooke nodded to herself and then leaned against the doorframe, motioning to Joey. "You ready?" She asked, a mischievous light entering her eyes.
Rummaging through her tidy closet, she discovered a long black sweatshirt that was comfortable and super warm. Slipping it on and letting out a sigh of content when the soft interior covered her skin, she shoved her hands in her pockets, changed into a different pair of skinny jeans, put on some skater shoes, and grabbed her skateboard and headed to the bathroom. Wiping off the rest of the blue slushie from her face and brushing quickly through her hair, Brooke slid down the banister to the first floor of the house and strolled into the kitchen, peering into the now sizzling and popping pan. The smell of potatoes hit her nose and her mouth watered slightly. "Dinner will be ready in...?" She called. "About two hours!" Her mother's reply came. Brooke nodded to herself and then leaned against the doorframe, motioning to Joey. "You ready?" She asked, a mischievous light entering her eyes.




