vanessa walked back to her dorm room after dance. she'd completely and utterly made a fool out of herself infront on brooke lynn, but the taller girl didn't seem to mind. it was friday night, and back home she'd be out with her friends but here she didn't want to. all she wanted was to talk to brooke.
brooke also didn't want to go to one of her friends dorms, they'd just end up going back to the issue at lunchtime and honestly brooke didn't want that. she just wanted to get into pajamas and lie in bed, talking to vanjie.
she wasn't to sure how she had gotten so close to her. it usually took her weeks, even months to make friends but it all seemed a lot easier in this school.
she entered the room quietly, and was met with vanjies kind face.
"hey, what did katya want?"
"oh, she just invited me to join dance class. apparently there's not many people in it."
"well, it was obvious that was going to happen. you were amazing! i couldn't take my eyes off you!"
brooke's cheeks burned red as she whispered a shy "thank you," and sat down on her bed.
"i'm gonna go get in the shower, i'll be back in 10 minutes, if your staying here?" brooke said, cheeks still rosy from the compliment.
"yeah, i'm not going out tonight. you just wanna chill?"
"that sounds nice,"
as brooke went to go shower, vanjie wiped her makeup off and got changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas. a great idea popped into her head: she got her chair from her desk and put it at the other side of the room, opposite the two beds, and then piled it high with books, boxes and anything she could find that was square. she grabbed her macbook and rested it on top of the dangerously wobbly pile. she'd made them a makeshift tv, even if it was a little small.
brooke came back in, vanjie thought she looked even cuter in her baggy clothes that swamped her already small and skinny frame. vanjie had her hair up in a high ponytail, and was applying a face mask.
"you want one?" she asked.
"uhh, yeah i guess so? i mean i've never done one before..."
vanjies eyes widened in disbelief.
"no way. everyone's done a face mask!" she finished hers and beckoned for brooke to come over. she began to put it on and brooke squeaked slightly.
"it's cold!"
vanjie rolled her eyes and smiled, rubbing brooke's face with the cold mask. their faces were dangerously close and she could smell brooke's perfume: vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon mixed in. brooke was thinking the same thing, except vanjie smelt like roses and lavender.
once the face mask was on they decided to put on an old episode of the office, and talked for a while.
"so, tell me about you, brooke lynn hytes. i don't really know much to say we're sharing a room."
"well i'm pretty ordinary. i'm from toronto and i lived with my parents. ive been dancing since i was around 5, but ballet has always been my favourite. i'm not the best at talking to people. in the dance business, your told to keep your distance so you never show your opponents weakness. i guess ive just always had that mindset." brooke said quietly. "how about you? what makes you special?"
"well, i was born in puerto rico, but then we moved to america when i was young. i live with my mum, dads outa the picture. i have always wanted to be a comedian. i love talking to people."
the night went on and they kept delving into deep conversations about their lived. brooke loved this. she hated meaningless conversations that were utterly boring, but sat here listening to vanessa's hopes and dreams was so interesting to her. vanjies phone buzzed next to her.
rajah: come to our dorm.
vanjie: nah, i'm tired sorry.
rajah: boring.
"who was that?" brooke asked politely.
"just rajah, asking me to come to her dorm. i said no. i'd rather be here with you."
brooke's face burned crimson for the 3rd time that night. vanjie really had a habit of making her flustered.
they fell into a comfortable silence and she heard a yawn from the other side of the room.
"you can go to sleep if you want, it is 12:00," brooke said nicely.
"thanks. night brooke."
"goodnight vanj."
maybe these late night conversations would become a reoccurring thing...
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