"Alright, setting up the timer, and wall-ah!" Brie said once she set the phone down, and activated the timer. "Let's get to bed, I'm tired."
"Same, too," I said, as I hopped onto the bed.
I covered myself with the sheets as Brie joined me. "Ahh, today was—was a mess," she said, shaking her head as she looked up at the ceiling.
"We got chased from morning till night," I said, looking at her. "It was definitely a mess."
"Mhm," she chuckled. "You can say that again." She shifted over to the side facing towards me, her eyes blending into the dark. "This is kind of fun."
"This is terrifying," I quickly rejected. "This is completely terrifying. Like, I hate this."
"You need to be immune to stuff like this," she said, laying her crossed fingers on her chest. "Once you learn to like it, you're never afraid," she said.
"Is that what you live by? Love what you're afraid of?" I asked.
