Brooke's Room

“Sorry about that.” Brooke apologizes, as the two of you enter her room.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Courtney’s nice. Abrasive, but nice.” You tell her.

“Abrasive doesn’t even begin to cover what she is, but yeah… she has her moments.” Brooke replies. “Anyway, this is my room. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just get some of my stuff for the gym and we can go.” Brooke tells you.

You look around Brooke’s room and can clearly see her passion for professional wrestling. Brooke’s room is littered with wrestling memorabilia. You notice the action figures of Chyna and Triple she bought with you last week, still in its box, inside her display shelf. She has a replica of the WWE Women’s Championship in the most prominent spot on the display shelf, and it seems like it’s signed.

“Who’s signature is this?” You ask her, trying to make conversation. Brooke looks at you pointing at the belt before answering.

“Oh, Trish Stratus.” Brooke answers nonchalantly.

“I thought Chyna was your favorite wrestler?” You ask her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have her sign that even if I had the chance. She hated that belt. I would’ve had her sign an IC belt, but she quit wrestling before I had the chance to meet her. That’s still one of my prized possessions though. Trish made that belt respectable again. Her and Lita.” Brooke tells you.

“What do you mean by respectable?” You ask.

“There’s a reason Chyna didn’t want that belt. She was hanging with the boys already. At the time, that belt was being contested in Bra and Panties matches, and mud wrestling matches, or some other demeaning shit. I mean, that still continued during the Trish and Lita era, but the two of them proved you don’t need those gimmicks for the fans to enjoy a women’s wrestling match.” Brooke explains.

“Oh yeah, I remember those.” You reply.

“What do you remember? The matches between Trish and Lita, or the bra and panties ones?” Brooke teasingly asks. A guilty sounding “Uh~” is all you can let out, not wanting to admit that it’s the bra and panties matches you remember. Brooke just laughs at your guilty look as she places the clothes she wore last night inside a hamper before grabbing some clothes from the closet. You begin to notice that she’s packing more than just a change of clothes after she works at the gym too.

“Are you going somewhere after the gala tonight?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Oh, I’m staying at Tanya’s again for the night.” Brooke answers. “I asked her if I could stay until her daughters arrive tomorrow. I was pretty sure Courtney was going to get another alien to annoy me, so I didn’t want to take my chances.” Brooke explains with a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to stay at our place. Stella’s not using her room to sleep anymore.” You offer.

“Oh? I’d accept, if you invite me to sleep in your room instead.” Brooke replies flirtatiously.

“I would, but as I found out with the others last night, four people is the max my bed can fit.” You answer her, playing along with her flirting.

“Oh? You would, would you?” Brooke asks mischievously. “Too bad about that ‘bed’ situation then. How about I just invite you to my bed instead? It can fit the two of us perfectly.” Brooke continues to flirt.

“Is that an invite for tonight, or right now?” You ask just as flirtatiously, as both you and Brooke move much closer to each other.

“If I answer ‘both’, would that be too greedy?” Brooke asks, as she closes the gap between the two of you, and wraps her hands around your lower back.

“It’s a little greedy if it includes after our date tomorrow too.” You answer playfully.

“So what you’re saying is, we can hook up twice today in exchange for not going on a date tomorrow?” Brooke playfully twists your words. “I’m beginning to think you only like me for my body, Jay.” Brooke adds teasingly.

“Well, if I only liked you for your body, we wouldn’t be having this conversation and we'd already be on that bed.” You answer Brooke flirtatiously, making her laugh and push you back playfully.

“It kinda sounds like you have a problem with my personality now.” Brooke twists your reply jokingly once more.

“Stop~!” You finally tell her while still laughing. “You know what I mean.” You tell her.

“I’m sorry. I do! I’m just messing with you. My brain is still on ‘dealing with Courtney’ mode and it thinks everything is either sarcastic or passive-aggressive.” Brooke jokes.

“Well, to clean your mind from Courtney’s pollution of sarcasm, let me be one hundred percent genuine.” You tell her, before taking both of her hands and holding them with yours.

“I constantly have to control my urge to kiss you.” you joke, although it’s one of those half-meant kind of jokes. Brooke realizes you were joking and lets go of your hands before playfully shoving you once more.

“You said you were going to be serious!” Brooke reacts with a laugh.

“I am!” You technically were being honest with her, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t joking either. “Okay, let me rephrase. I think you’re gorgeous. I think your body is amazing. Your personality could use some work but… I’m kidding! I couldn’t help it. That one was the only joke! Everything before that was honest though.” You joke once more.

Brooke doesn’t take your joke lightly this time, and out of what you can only assume as a mixture of giddiness and frustration, wraps her arms around you. You say ‘wrapped’ since it doesn’t feel like a hug. Brooke’s next move confirms that it wasn’t.

“Oh~ shit.” You uncontrollably let out as Brooke uses her body to lift you off the ground before twisting her body’s direction while you’re mid-air to make you land on her bed on your back with her on top of you.

“Normally, I’d go to the top rope for my moonsault finisher after the belly-to-belly and pin you one-two-three. You’re lucky we’re not in a wrestling ring.” Brooke playfully teases you, her face just inches away from yours.

“Okay, first of all, wow. You are deceptively strong. Holy shit.” You can’t help but react.

“Nah. I just used proper technique. Plus, you kinda went with it and didn't resist by weighing yourself down.” Brooke explains, trying her best to sound modest.

“Oh, believe me, I wanted my feet on the ground. You just did that so fast I couldn’t even react.” You tell her honestly. “Also, there are much gentler ways to get me on your bed, Brooke.” You continue to joke.

“I’ve tried ‘gentle’. It didn’t work.” Brooke points out with a mischievous smile.

“Well, if you didn’t start with the jokes first, I may have taken your offer much more seriously.” You reply, still being playful.

“Who says I wasn’t being serious?” Brooke asks you.

“Whether you were serious or not, you have me on your bed now like you wanted. What now?” You ask back.

“Like I wanted? You don’t like being on my bed?” Brooke flirtatiously asks back.

“You’re twisting my words again.” You point out.

“You’re not answering the question.” Brooke responds.

You stay quiet, and pretend you’re thinking about the answer to her obviously rhetorical and playful question. Brooke laughs as you pretend to deeply ponder the answer to her question, giving you an opening to surprise her as well. You use your weight advantage and reverse your position, getting her to lie on the bed with you on top of her.

“You already know I like being on your bed.” You tease her.

“More than that, I just like being with you, period.” You add on, making sure she knows you’re being serious with what you’re saying.

“I’ve been excited for tomorrow since I asked you out last week. Before either of us make the joke — no, I’m not excited for tomorrow because of the wrestling show.” You continue, letting out a chuckle.

“I’m excited because I can finally spend time with you, and hang out with you, and know that we’re not doing those things as just ‘friends’ but maybe something more, or at least people who want it to be something more.” You tell her sincerely.

“That’s why we both know this is just us teasing each other until tomorrow.” You add, getting an affirming smile from her. “I can tell we’ve both been building up our first date together to mean something more than it probably should. I want what you want. I want it to feel special” You add, getting you and Brooke to both chuckle.

“Damn~, miss me with that gay shit.” You and Brooke suddenly hear Courtney say from the doorway of Brooke’s bedroom, making you and Brooke turn towards her.

“Fucking knock!” Brooke shouts from underneath you.

“Door was open, bitch.” Courtney responds. “Also, you’re falling for another ‘nice guy’? Again!?” Courtney adds in reaction.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Brooke asks in pure annoyance.

“I’m looking for my phone, I think I left it here when I hid the shoes earlier.” Courtney informs Brooke.

“UGH! Look for it later!” Brooke replies, still very much annoyed.

“Sure, but I may come to my senses later and not call Chad so…” Courtney responds, in an obvious attempt to guilt Brooke. Brooke lets out a deep sigh of annoyance, and you take this as a sign that this private moment between you two is over, and get off from on top of Brooke. The two of you stand up and allow Courtney to look for her phone in the room as you and Brooke just stand awkwardly while she does so.

“HA! Found it!” Courntey announces, finding her phone on the floor near the foot of Brooke’s bed. “Now I can take a photo of those shoes and fence ‘em.” Courtney says after finding her phone, inadvertently admitting to Brooke her true purpose for looking for her phone.

“FUCKING CALL CHAD!” Brooke says in annoyance.

“Alright, alright! I will! Jeez.” Courtney says dismissively, and walks out of Brooke’s room without another word. Brooke sighs in defeat before recomposing herself and looking back at you.

“Tomorrow?” Brooke asks to confirm.

“Tomorrow.” You repeat, confirming the implied meaning in her question.

“You’re going to make it special?” Brooke asks afterwards.

“I’m going to make it special.” You declare, and Brooke smiles in appreciation.

Fuck. How am I supposed to make it special?

“Alright, well, let’s head out. I’m going to have to clean the gym first before opening, since I’m pretty sure Chad’s not going to show up today either.” Brooke tells you.

“Shall we?”

[Minisode] #1: Allen the Alien tries to get his shoes back

Courtney and Brooke’s apartment while Jay and the girls are at the gala…

“AYO BITCH! OPEN UP! I’M HERE FOR MY SHOES!” Allen shouts from the outside of Courtney and Brooke’s apartment door while continuously pressing the doorbell.

“If you don’t open up, me and my boys are going to knock this door down! You hear me!?” Allen continues to shout as he pounds on the door, having given up on the doorbell.

“Yeah, bitch! Karate style!” Allen’s much skinnier friend adds, trying to be threatening.

“OPEN UP! BI—” Allen’s other friend shouts just as it opens to reveal the towering figure of Chad, making the guy stop in his tracks. Chad looks down on Allen and his boys, almost a foot taller than all of them; and his physique is wider than the doorway, making him look much bigger than usual.

“I think you have the wrong apartment, bros.” Chad menacingly tells Allen and his friends.

“Uh~ muh-maybe you’re right, sir. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Do you by any chance know of someone here who—” Allen tried to ask before Chad slams the door on his face.

…

“You fucking idiot! You fuckin’ tryin’ to kill us!? You said the dude had a dad bod!” Allen’s less skinnier friend shouts at him.

“That was a different dude! I swear! Maybe I’m remembering the apartment number wrong.” Allen tells his friends defensively.

“This is the last time we back-up your dumb ass.” Allen’s much skinnier friend admonishes him.

“I swear it’s on this floor. Let’s try knocking on another room.” Allen tries to persuade them.

“Man~, fuck you. I’m not going to risk my life for some stupid shoes.” Allen’s friend tells him, before walking away and heading back to the elevator; their other friend follows suit.

“What do you mean ‘risk your life’!? We’re just going to…” Allen tries to persuade them before the door to Courtney and Brooke’s apartment opens again to reveal Chad’s menacing frame once more.

“We can still hear you inside, bro. Can you go somewhere else? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with my shorty here.” Chad tells him.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Allen replies, awkwardly bowing to Chad in apology.

“Bye, needledick! Get that sleep apnea machine I told you about, okay?” Courtney smugly shouts from inside the apartment before Chad slams the door on Allen’s face once more.

Courtney was able to successfully pawn the shoes online a few days later for 900 dollars, more than half her month’s share of the rent. The buyer? Allen’s much skinnier friend who thought he bought it at a bargain price.