Since it was my last day, I had no homework to do when I got home, so I went straight to my room. I opened up the twitter app and plugged my phone in because it was almost dead from all the pictures that were taken. Usually, I'll go on twitter as I am walking home, but because my phone was almost dead and it takes for ever to turn back on, I decided it could wait.
First thing I see is a picture Rusher tweeted of him and Mitch. I fav'd the tweet and replied with who's the cutie on the left, referring to Mitch. Then I remembered this morning. I could feel my palms getting sweat and my face getting red all over again. Great, now every time I think of my last day of high school, I'm going to think of when Brayden saw me in my bra. I mean, it was as if I was in a bikini, but I'm a more modest person when online, and don't like to post pictures of me in my bathing suit so as far as I'm concerned he's only ever seen me fully clothed.
I kept scrolling down my twitter feed but I got a tweet from Brayden. It was a reply to my reply which said me, and the same photo, but flipped so he was on the left, and Mitch was now on the right. I was about to reply when a noise from my computer went off. It was a poke off teamspeak. I left my phone on my bed to charge while I went and sat in my computer chair to see who it was.
It was Will, telling me to go into room 10 and tell him how my last day went. I'm not sure why everyone is curious. It's not like it was my prom, or my graduation ceremony. But none the less I got to room 10 on teamspeak. Will, graser, Rusher, and poke are in the call. I don't talk to poke that much, but we do follow each other on twitter and reply to each other's tweets. We're not just mutuals, but we're not good friends.
I entered the room, trying to forget my horrifying facetime call with Brayden this morning.
"Hey guys," I say while opening up twitter.
"HOW WAS IT?" graser asks. He always get straight to the point.
"Good, it was just like any other day really, just no work, and lots of pictures. Prom and grad were defiantly more fun. Where's Brayden?" I ask because he's muted.
"Oh, I think his dad needed him or something. You went to prom?" Poke asks.
"Of course how could I not?" I answer.
"I didn't," Graser says laughing, but you can tell he's a little hurt."But, Brook, how come master G never saw any of the pictures?"
"Oh I totally forgot about that," I say. "I have the all now, they just needed to be sent to me and by the time that happened, I forgot I told you I'd show you."
"Tweet the one you showed me," Will says. I was contemplating whether or not I should tweet one because some of my twitter followers (A/N I DON'T LIKE THE WORD FAN SORRY) wanted a picture.
"mm, okay," I say. I click the tweet button and add an attachment. After I choose the photo, I tweet it with the caption a month or two late, but here's a picture from prom! <3. I hate tweeting pictures of myself, but I do do it every so often.
"Okay, done," I say after I press the tweet button. I immediately get some hate, telling ym how I'm gross, but there are so many people telling me I looked pretty.
"You looked great!" Poke says.
"You looked more than great," graser adds. Awh, they are so sweet.
"You looked beautiful," Will says, making my heart melt, and his British accent did not help.
"You guys," I say. "You're going to make me bush." I decide to go grab my phone from my bed, even though it'll only be at 30%.
"Ayye boys, I'm back!" I hear Brayden say while he sits back in his chair. I was about to say hey but I am too far from my mic. "Woah," he says.
"What are you 'woahing' about?"Graser asks.
"Have you not seen Brook's tweet?" He asks. What about it?
"Yeah?" Will asks confused. I don't think Rusher knows I'm in the call, and just as I'm about to say something he interrupts me.
"She looks perfect, holy shit. How is it even that possible to look that gorgeous," he says. Now I'm blushing.
"You're not too shabby yourself, I mean for a cow, that is," I say. Poke, Will and graser all burst out laughing.
"Wait Brook where, wait, oh my god," Brayden says. "Well, uh I guess we're even." What does he mean by 'even'?
"What?" I say then I remember this morning. "Oh yeah, okay yeah let's not speak of these two events ever again," I say in a rushed tone, hoping he'll agree.
"What's the other event?" Graser asks.
"Deal," Rusher says.
"I don't know. What is the other event?" I ask sarcastically. I hope Brayden catches on.
"Yeah, I'm not sure either," Brayden says. Thank God.
"What ever," Graser says. "You two dumb asses have your secrets, like I give a heck," he says referencing to the grape meme.
a/N
LIKE I GIVE A HECK
HAHAHHHAAHHAHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE GIRL IN THE DRESS IS ACTUALLY MY SISTER'S PROM DRESS FROM HER PROM BUT I DIDN'T WANT A PICTURE OF HER IN MY STORY CAUSE THAT'D BE WEIRD LMAO OK BYE
I wrote that all a week ago because I went to camp and wanted to post it Sunday but I totally forgot so I'm sorry :(