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Aubrey Powers is a certified pink-a-holic.
Her hair is pink. Her nails are pink. She doesn't wear anything but the color pink and her personality is pink. She's bubbly, outgoing, and just a little bit crazy.
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4 || Mission Impossible
Well our road trip lasted all of two days. Nikole caught a bad case of food poisoning and we had to head home.
Talk about shitty luck.
We lived in Santa Cruz and I guess for many it sounds amazing. But when you've lived here your whole life it's terribly boring. How many times can you go to the boardwalk before you get tired of it?
"I'm so bored!" I whine to Ivy as I lay upside down off my bed, my pink hair touching the carpet. "Is Nikole still sick?"
"Unfortunately."
"Ugh."
"At least school is starting soon," she tries to cheer me up.
"That's even worse! Senior year, our last year of school before we're on our own, like baby ducks set off to sea!"
"You're so dramatic."
"With good reason."
"Let's go to the boardwalk."
"N-"
"I'll buy you cotton candy."
That got me off the bed.
I ripped off a piece of the fluffy pink goodness and sighed as it dissipated against my tongue. Ivy was eating a blue one.
"You're serious about being pinkan?" She suddenly asks.
I nod. "As serious as the color pink."
"I just thought you'd break by now."
"Ivy you gotta have a little more faith in me."
I turn around just as Ivy yells, "Watch out!"
A mix of vanilla and chocolate ice cream sticks to my shirt, the cone sticking out. I stare down at it in horror.
"Oh shit," Ivy whispers behind me.
"We just keep bumping into each other don't we?" says that familiar voice with the hot British accent.
It's that one really sexy jerk from the beach who bumped into ME, not the other way around.
The cone slides down along with the ice cream plopping on the ground, and it would have been comical if it hadn't slid off MY shirt.
"My shirt," I whisper. "My beautiful pink shirt. What have you done you monster!"
"It's just a shirt," he rolls his eyes.
"Just a shirt? Just a shirt?! It's a freaking pink shirt! And it's not even pink ice cream!"
"Breathe with me," Ivy lays a hand on my arm.
I shake her off and storm to the ice cream booth. The line is long and I don't have time to wait so I snatch some little kids ice cream.
