Chapter 2

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Brooke's POV

So we've got rooms, unpacked, looked around, what the hell is there else to do? Well it's like 7:00 I guess we could eat. Me and Natasha run down the stairs in hunt for food.

"Brooke slow da fuck down your gonna break everything in the whole god damn house." Natasha screeched.

"Aww hell no!" I laughs.

We get to the kitchen and Natasha slides where it was tile floor and her shoes didn't have the best bottom part thingy.

She looks in the cabinet while I look through the fridge, I find bread she finds peanut butter. Guess we're having peanut butter sandwiches.

"What kind of peanut butter is that?" I ask.

"Peter pan, why?" She asked confused then realizing.

"What da hell do you a Peter Pan peanut butter alert." We both yell and die laughing.

Then we both just start randomly quoting Tourette guy.

"Why don't you make like a banana, and SHIT!" Natasha says.

"Oh Bob Saget!" I say.

"'Who's the fagot with the tuba!?"

"I don't give a dead moose's last shit!"

"Don't talk shit about Total!" We say together and fall to the floor laughing.

"Who's talking shit about Total" Christina says laughing.

"Nobody." Natasha says.

"Do you want a sandwich?" I ask finishing Natasha half sandwich.

"No thanks I ate Taco Bell before I came."

"Who said Taco Bell?" A unfamiliar voice says.

"She did it." Natasha say innocently.

"I'm Joey." He says.

"Wait aren't you Joey Graceffa?" Christina asks freaking out.

"Girl do I look like Joey Graceffa?"

" Well yea."

"Well I am."

They go off somewhere leaving me and Natasha alone again. We just go off to the family room so we could watch TV or something.

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