My good friend Brook
I was standing outside her door in jeans and a t-shirt, and it was 40 degrees out. I rang the doorbell again, and finally she opened the door. I was greeted by a rush of warm air, and the scent of something I could only place as pumpkin. It was much appreciated by my cold body. she stood there, 5 and a half feet, black lustrous hair, gray eyes, perfect lips, booty shorts, and a low-cut v-neck shirt that just said- "Hi!" she said, doing a little jump, like only she could. "H-Hi"...