FaceTime With Brielle

Val’s P.O.V

I sat up, leaning my back on the wooden edge of my bed, as I hurried as fast as possible to Brielle’s text.

My nerves, kicking in anxious and full of gist. My body, tickling me, I couldn’t wait to have this conversation I had been desperately wanting to have and so I tapped the message twice and it took me to our chat section.

Brielle: “Good morning hun, you know what?

Let’s leave these dry texts. Let’s FaceTime. There’s a lot to talk about.”

“Lol, I was born ready.” Fiddling with my keyboard, I typed back simultaneously.

She seemed ready for a gossip, a full gist in fact and I was born ready, even more than about the energy I had replied. I had a feeling that she’d known about the post before I had even found out.

So I hurriedly took out quite some heavy-volume hardcovers and stacked them up in the middle of my bed throwing my pillow to the back end for support.