Brian practices his new history

A prolonged morning routine was ahead of Brian, with Bree having instituted a skin-care routine, a hairstyling routine and a daily fashion show, all to ensure that Ashlynn will look her best. As she brushed some contour powder onto Brian’s face, Bree admonished her “cousin”.

“Tsk tsk, you know at the very least you should be good at makeup…” Bree said. “I can’t be doing it for you every morning.”

“Every morning? But I thought this was just until…”

“Until your next date with Logan? Right, but that’s not until the end of the week, so Ashlynn is here for at least that long. Assuming you don’t make another mistake.” Bree said.

“But what about my… I mean, what about Brian’s classes?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, kay? I’ll take care of everything.” Bree said in the most patronizing tone that she could possibly muster. “Now, let’s go over everything. Who are you?”

Brian considered what to say, thinking about everything that Bree would want out of him. Taking a deep breath, he jumped right into it.

“I’m like Ashlynn, Bree’s cousin who’s like, taking a year off to find herself. I love fashion and uh… makeup and…” Brian started.

“And what are you doing here, living in a dorm if you don’t go to college?”

“Bree has been really nice to let me stay here because I was supposed to live with my boyfriend, but we broke up. Can you believe he said I was like, too much of an airhead?” Brian pouted and crossed his arms dramatically.

“This is almost too perfect…” Bree grinned. “I mean, it’s a good start. Now, go grab your purse, there’s a surprise in there.”

“Huh?” Brian picked up the purse he’d been **** to carry and opened it up.

“Check in the wallet, Jess got your new ID made. Plus a fake ID, you know, just in case.”

“Why would I need a fake ID? I’m old enough to drink!”

“Maybe you really are a bimbo… Newsflash! Brian might be old enough to drink, but Ashlyn is my little sister and I’m only just 21 so, what does that mean?”

“But I can’t be…” Brian started. “Er, I mean… That makes sense… I think.”

“Very good, now let’s go, we’ve got another busy day.”

“More?” Brian groaned.

“Do you think that even silly little bimbos like yourself just lounge around all day? Nope, let’s get moving! Your Starbies isn’t going to order itself, and then after, who knows!” Bree chirped.