You were sitting on the couch painting you toenails like most of the girls would do when they have nothing to do. Brooklyn sat next to you, watching your every move as you painted delicately onto the next toe.
The home phone rings and neither of you want to get it. You shove Brooklyn slightly, signalling that he has to pick is up. A groan left his lips and agreed. As you painted the last of your toe, Brooklyn comes back in.
"Who was it babe?" You say blowing your toes
"Oh just my mum" He said sitting back down
As you went to get up to put back all your nail varnish, you hit your toe against the foot of the couch making you yelp in pain.
"Fucking hell. What the fuck" You screamed
Brooklyn sat there laughing his head off while you glare at him rolling around on the floor.
"That was hot" He smirks helping you up
"What me stabbing my toe into the foot of the couch?"
"You cussing" He licks his lips and coming closer towards you
"Yeah okay babe" You say, pushing him away slightly leaving him hanging.
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fairly short sorry
I've started school recently so I'm busy
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