I spent all of the day look for James. Not like searching the school gotta find him thing but more of always looking over my shoulder to see if he was behind me. I don’t think I ever saw him that day, if he saw me, though, who knows. We texted allot though and the original creeper-ness started to fade...a bit. The conversation of the day went a little like this:

Brooke: hi.

James: Heyyyyyy cuttttieeeee

Brooke: ...hi

James: What you doing beautiful?

Brooke: sleeping. hbu?

James: Texxxttttinnngggggg youuuuuuuuu ;)

Brooke: Ah. I see. shouldn’t you go to sleep? its like stupid o’clock ..

James: I guessss... text you in the morningggg

James: Morning Gorgeous

Brooke: Hi ginger. 

James: How are youu?

Brooke: tired, hbu?

James: Same as you,, you going to school?

Brooke: maybe after lunch, too tired to go.

James: Ya same here. Your cute ;)

Brooke: mmmmhhmmmmmm not really.

-8 more hours of pointless texting-

James: Well its 2 am im going to bed night, love <3

Brooke : Night.

-JUST FOR THE RECORD I CAME UP WITH THE WHOLE SAYING LOVE/DEAR/DARLING/ECT AT THE END OF THE SENTENCE. I HAVE TOO MANY BRITISH FRIENDS.

RATE THIS BRANCH!