I would write for you

Ice cream

Hi! I know this is really cringe lmao.
Hope you enjoy reading it.
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Four days:

Viana taped up the dull brown cardboard box.
'Three more and my room should be done.' She thought to herself.

She paused humming to the music playing on her headphones as she heard a noise coming from downstairs.

"I fucking hate you! You're ruining my life!" She heard Aimee yell

When Aimee was younger, she had a lot of anger issues. She would yell and hit and throw things over the tiniest inconvenience.
Over the years she had gotten better, but she still had occasional outbursts. Lately she had relapsed. With the move looming over them like a black thundercloud, she was having meltdowns almost as often as she changed her clothes. But nothing happens as often as Aimee changing her clothes.
Because Aimee was so emotional, Vi bottled up her emotions so as to not burden her parents. But soon it became a habit, and now she could barely cry anymore.

"Mom and Dad always tell me it's my lot in life to bear the burden of Aimee's issues. I feel like that's so fucking wrong. They always ground her or take away her phone or something but as soon as the tears start, she's forgiven. Then they hug her, and say 'I love you honey' and it's forgotten.
I think my parents don't understand that just because I don't lash out or break down, doesn't mean I don't have problems. I was always the average, easy, middle child. Sure, I had my moments, but that was mostly from the pressure of keeping this wall around me. A mask.

I know my parents love me, but they don't know what's best for me, because they barely know me.

When I was younger I begged my parents to take Aimee to see a therapist, but my dad says our family 'isn't weak' and that we sort out our problems ourselves. She wouldn't have gone anyway.
So I just had to 'be careful around her'. It was always about me changing for someone else. It never occurred to my mom that I might be affected too. I haven't had a bad life so far, but it hasn't been easy."

Viana had written in her diary.
She increased the volume on her headphones and continued packing her room. She didn't want to hear it all over again.

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Viana heard her phone buzz. She groaned and rolled over, who would text her at this time of the night?

'1:46 am' shone brightly out of her lockscreen, a selfie of her, Aspen, and Luca eating strawberries.

The message was from Aspen,
'Meet me outside in 5, wear a bathing suit."

Vi rolled out of bed and turned on her fairy lights grudgingly.
She dug through the pile of clothes on the floor to find her slightly humid bikini top. She found her bikini bottoms on the opposite side of the room. She quickly pulled on her bathing suit and threw a white oversized graphic tee and loose black athletic shorts over it. The air was so fucking hot and sticky, she felt like she would melt. She peeked through the curtains and saw Aspen sitting in her car on the street below her. She carefully moved her curtains and slid between them. Quietly, she pushed open her windows and climbed out. She could have easily gotten out the front door of the house, but it was more fun this way. She walked carefully across the roof of the porch below her and slid down one of the poles holding up the roof. She climbed into Aspen's car and whispered, "go, go, go!"

When they rounded the corner, Aspen started playing Lana Del Rey.

"Where the fuck are you taking me?" Viana laughed

"It's a surprise." Aspen smirked mysteriously

She rolled down the windows and screamed the song that was playing over Bluetooth.