Danielle P.O.V.
I slid the last of the eggs onto the plate. Okay, I'm finally done.
"Breakfast is ready hoes!" I hollered.
"We ain't hoes!" I heard Van yell as they came bustling down the stairs.
"Yeah! You just jealous because we have boyfriends and you don't!" chimed Bri.
I scoffed. "1. I'm Danielle Brielle Carson and don't need no man to make me happy! And 2! Your boyfriends are idiots!"
"They are not!" defended Rach.
"Um! Yah they are. I've, we've, known Taylor, Ray, and Tyler since we were born! We've been best friends our whole lives!"
"Well...Ray is very smart." Rachel insisted.
"And my Ty-Ty is brilliant!" Vanessa said as she pouted.
Briana crossed her arms and rebuffed, "Taylor"s smart!"
"Think what you want... I'm gonna wait until the right one comes along, instead of dating a bunch of ignorant ass dudes. Not saying they're ignorant! Just saying like 90% of guys are nowadays."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
"I know." I smirked. They rolled their eyes. "Eat the food I made, so I can get re..." I trailed off, noticing what they were wearing. Vanessa had on a red Hollister sweater, dark wash skinnies, and red pumps. Rachel, the same, only with black. And Briana was currently wearing the yellow version.
"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed. They all looked at me, confused at my outburst. "Why are we always matching?"
"Umm...we had this on first..."
"Noooo! When I first woke up I texted Mo, telling her we were gonna wear blue Hollister sweaters, dark wash skinnies, and blue Louis V heels! So nope! You jacked my outfit."
"First, chill the fuck out before I throw some ice at ya ass." Rachel said, looking at me in complete seriousness.
"And second, even if we did...we always match dude." Briana said with kinder eyes.
"...Guess you're right. My bad guys. I'm just nervous I guess."
"Yip yup! But there's nothing to be nervous about! We got this!"
I rolled my eyes. "Go eat."
I was on my way up the stairs when my phone chimed again.
P.M.M.: Brooo! I cant find my blue, so do you mind if I do green?
Me: Thats fine dude! Van, Rach, and Bri are wearing the same thing, just in different colors, so we can be like the retarded rainbow! :D
P.M.M.: Lol okay chica! See you when you come pick me up!
Me: Is that your slick way of askin for a ride?
P.M.M.: Lmao yup!
Me: Lol I'll just let Andrew know to add you to his list of stops
P.M.M.: Drew's comin?
Me: Its his car bro...
P.M.M.: Oh yeah...hmmm.....now I gotta put makeup on...
Me: I forgot you liked him...Ew. But whatever dude
P.M.M.: Lol ttyl
Me: :D
I realized that I had just been standing on the stairs for like 10 minutes. I scrolled down to Andrew's number as I continued up the stairs.
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The Girl With The Pink Monkey Earphones
Подростковая литератураDanielle Carson is almost 16 years old and is a regular girl. Popular, but not "drama popular". Excellent grades, divorced parents. She sings and dances, and music is basically her life. She is always seen with her pink monkey earphones in and a smi...