SKYPE ◬ KITTANY
Brittany felt a strange giddiness in her stomach as Kitty started talking to her. It wasn’t even because she was calling her hot, either. The other blond just had a really nice voice, and Brittany liked that. Harry Potter had the right idea on making pictures be moving and it was probably the reason Skype even existed.
“Oh I know what you mean, you actually do have to be really careful about catfishing. My cat, Lord Tubbington, he’s having to do community service this week for trying to catfish the mayor,” Brittany rambled, grabbing some Dots from the box on her bed and then popping on in her mouth, “I told him not to do it but he’s still going through his mid-life crisis.”
She gave a shrug of her shoulder, trying to brush off the recent line of drama her best animal friend had done, “But don’t worry, I’m not like that, and I’m really glad we’re doing this, too.” Her hand rested on her palm then, smiling at the image of Kitty on her screen before an idea popped up, “Want a tour of my apartment? That way when you come over some time you’ll be able to know exactly where my bedroom is.”
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.”