SKYPE ◬ KITTANY
In their handful of texting conversations Kitty had heard some stories about her fellow blonde’s partner in crime. The stories left Kitty just as intrigued as she was confused, and she couldn’t help but choke back a laugh at the mention of Lord Tubbington on their call. “He should have just bought hair plugs and a boat. I mean that’s what my dad did,” she shrugged as if this were a completely normal conversation to be having. Maybe Brittany’s quirkiness was infectious. Whatever it was it made Kitty feel like a teenager all over again. Except this time she was chatting up the gorgeous dancer and not the clumsy football players.
Kitty quirked an eyebrow at Brittany’s suggestion and a devious smirk tugged at her lips at what the other girl was implying. “Okay give me your best MTV cribs demonstration,” the blonde giggled. “Show me where all the magic happens.”
“Wow, a whole boat?” Brittany inquired with her bright eyes looking down at the corner of the screen where Kitty was shown on her laptop, “Your dad sounds super crazy, and like he’s a pirate.” With that, she turned her laptop to face forward so Kitty would see the way Brittany was walking, like in Paris Hilton’s sex tape when they would hold it and move around. Granted, this wasn’t as hot or anything, but somehow it was nicer. Even without there being sex, at least for the time being. Then she was at her front door and opened it, setting the laptop down on the ground and leaning the screen back so Kitty could still see Brittany’s face, “I know you can’t knock but make a knock sound and I’ll open the door. I watched a lot of MTV Cribs so I know what I’m doing here.” Before Kitty could react, she closed the door and waited. Eventually she thought she heard a knocking sound, or she made it up, but either way the blond opened the door and looked at the laptop “Hey KTV welcome to my crib,”
She then leaned down to grab the screen and whispered, “the K stands for Kitty, by the way.” Brittany held the laptop out so she was in the frame as she walked around, just like people did in the show with the camera following them, “This is the entry way, it’s a rule to wipe your feet when you come in. That way I can track any ghosts that come in without asking, they never wipe their feet.”









