Probably gonna change the title idk.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Brooke's nails clacked against the table as she waited for her date to arrive. She peered at the neat white clock hanging on the wall.

6:35. "He's late," she muttered to herself, fidgeting with her yellow jacket. She turned her head towards the door, silently willing it to open and for her missing date to walk through the door. As predicted, it didn't happen.

A tall dark haired boy in a hoodie and a short blond boy in a polo shirt walked through the door and took a seat. They seemed to have a short argument before the hoodie guy walked over to the counter and ordered some ice cream. The blond boy noticed her sitting alone and gave her a pitying look.

Great. A pity party just for me, Brooke thought bitterly as she waited in vain. As time went on, more and more people seemed to notice her. It was getting to be unbearable.

She was on the verge of walking out of the shop when she heard the door creak open. Suddenly alert, she sat up a little straighter.

A girl walked into the shop. She adjusted her white jacket and walked to Brooke's table. "Sorry babe, traffic was bad."

Brooke was confused. Why was this girl talking to her? Anyway, she was grateful that the stares had stopped.

When everyone had looked away, the girl lightly tapped her arm. "Ok. I'm Chloe, just go with it. I uh, I noticed you seemed kinda lonely and uncomfortable with the pity stares and all." She paused, clearly unsure of her plan.

"Hey uh, I'll get us some ice cream if you want."

Brooke shakes her head. "No no I can do it. What flavor do you want?"

"Strawberry. It's my favorite."

"Me too."

"Well that's something we have in common." Chloe grinned and walked towards the counter.

(timeskip because this bitch be lazy)

CHLOE and BROOKE's PoV

Brooke and Chloe were having a great time together, just talking about school and gay stuff and whatnot. It turned out they had a lot more in common than they both suspected.

Unfortunately, Chloe really had to leave now, according to her watch. Schist, it's already 7:05? Great. She felt bad about having to leave her new friend behind but she really couldn't be home late. She slung her bag over her shoulder, a small slip of paper in hand. "I-I have to go now. Oh wait that probably sounded rude. I swear I didn't mean it like that just-" She tried to calm herself down.

Chloe handed Brooke the paper. "See you next week maybe?" She awkwardly finger gunned and walked out into the cool night air.

Brooke stared at the piece of paper folded in half in front of her. Should I open it?

After about 47 seconds of internal conflict, she unfolded it.

0945 – 557 – 6910

^^𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 <𝟥

(Don't try to call it, I literally just made it up on the spot.)

HOLY CRAP I GOT HER NUMBER!

I really do be churning out these oneshots