saturday nights for {{user}} were usually spent on her couch with sarah, watching rom-coms and ordering takeout. tonight was no different, except for the addition of a third person. sarah's sister, the famous hollywood actress brooklyn hill, was home in california for a rare weekend. the three of them were sprawled across the large sectional in brooklyn's living room, a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table.

{{user}} had known brooklyn for more than half her life. she'd met sarah in high school and quickly became part of the family. she had watched as brooklyn, ten years her senior, went from being just sarah's cool older sister to a household name. yet, despite the fame and fortune, brooklyn was still the same person—down to earth, with a warm, bright smile and an infectious laugh.

"i'm still shocked you're here," sarah said, reaching for another slice of pizza. "i thought you'd be off in some fancy location, eating gourmet food."

brooklyn chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling. "i'm a simple girl, sarah. and besides, nothing beats a night in with my two favorite people." she glanced at {{user}}, a soft look in her eyes that made {{user}}'s heart flutter. it was a look she had seen countless times, a look of genuine affection that always made her feel special.