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SCARLETT SINCLAIR'S day consisted of watching movies, eating popcorn and laying in her bed. This particular Sunday had been especially boring for the girl, considering Ben was out of town, Steve was on a date with Nancy and Jonathan was doing god knows what. It left her with no one to hang out with. Even Lucas and the three others were out and about, enjoying their time at the arcade.
It left her with Erica. She loved Erica, but Erica's attitude came straight from Scarlett, with a little bit of flare. Although the attitude was her own, Scarlett couldn't help but grow aggravated whenever Erica made a comment to her.
Nevertheless, she had said 'screw it' and approached Erica's room, knocking on the door. And, just moments later they were sprawled out on her rug, playing with Barbies. Erica insisted Scarlett would be Ken, while she herself was Barbie. She had made her rules of play very strict, "Listen, if you wanna play, you gotta listen up. No touching my Barbie, no touching Ken's hair, no changing his clothes, and definitely no Barbie makeout sessions." Erica listed the rules off her fingers, shrugging afterwards. "There are plenty more, I just don't feel like explaining them."
"Okay.. what?" Scarlett shook her head, furrowing her brows as she listened to Erica's book of rules for her Barbie playtime. "Do you even know what making out is? You definitely have your Barbie's make out, I don't even doubt it."
"I'm nine, not four, nerd." Erica sassed, shaking the barbie in Scarlett's face.
"You sure act like it, bonehead." Scarlett said sarcastically, flipping them younger girl off before Erica stuck her tongue out at her.
A loud slam of the front door was heard, followed by Mrs. Sinclair scolding the angry boy. Lucas apologized and stormed into Erica's room, who had the door open.
Scarlett sat up, looking at the younger boy with a confused expression, "What's wrong?"
"This is unbelievable!" Lucas began, seeming as if he were about to rip the hair off his head. "You know that weirdo Keith? At the arcade?"
"Yeah?" She said slowly, already not liking where his story was going.
"He wants a date with either you or Nancy. For information!" Lucas yelled, Erica was quick to shush him.
"Lucas, please tell me you said no." Scarlett stood up, raising her voice as she approached him. She hoped to god he said no to Keith.
"Of course I said no, who do you think I am? Like Mike said, I'm not prostituting my cousin!" Lucas threw his hands up in the air, having them land on her shoulders and shaking her. "I mean, if it was Nancy, then sure. It's for a good cause. But you? No way! No. Way. He also has a weird rash."
