Feeling pretty damn good today. Ankle doesn’t hurt so bad right now. Excited for the premiere of Total Divas tonight. :)
It wasn’t long at all before Bryan started running at full speed in her direction, narrowly missing a vase on a table and saving it just in time with a quick stop before it before it broke apart into a million pieces. “That was a close one,” he thought to himself, heading towards Brooke at the front door at a slightly slower pace.
"What do you-" he stopped, seeing she could barely stand. He put an arm around her neck beside her and helped her slowly make the steps necessary to reach the couch. He could see her wincing a little from the pain. "What happened?" he asked on the way to the couch, clearly concerned.
"Ugh, I was trying to teach this idiot who had no obvious dance experience moves that only advanced dancers should try. He accidentally tripped me, I sprained my ankle," Brooke groaned as Bryan helped her to the to the couch. The brunette let out a breath of air, running her fingers through her hair. Bryan helped her to sit slowly, moving to the coffee table, sliding it out of the way. He took her bag, sitting it on the floor before making her prop her ankle up on a pillow on the sofa.
"I’m not allowed to work for a week. Luckily they’re giving me paid time off," she sighed, closing her eyes, kicked back on the couch. Brooke brought her chocolate brown eyes to Bryan with a slight smile. "Thanks," she whispered referring to the fact that immediately he helped her.
Not sure what to eat though. :/
Going full glamour today. Sprained my ankle yesterday, so I’m sitting in the house like this. :/
Dance today was agonizing. Helping to choreograph with a large group of people for a music video was absolutely irritating when most of the people there weren’t skilled dancers at all. Attempting to help one of the unskilled dancers, Brooke managed to sprain her ankle. She was given the rest of the day off and a week’s paid leave. Thankfully. But as she hobbled into the home in San Diego that she resided in with her boyfriend, Bryan, she nearly slipped, grabbing the door frame for leverage. “Bryan!” she called out, her gym bag over her shoulder. “Bryan! I need your help!”
Um… Because they’re adventurous maybe? lol
I’m just glad you survived. I thought you drowned. I was worried. I almost sent in a SWAT team. :(
… Why would you bring in a SWAT team to pull me out of the toilet?
I don’t believe you. You got stuck in Narnia, didn’t you? … DIDN’T YOU? :P