FireFlies (1D FF)

Fireflies.

~Third point of view~

“Want to go shopping for once in your life?” Mara Miller asked her best friend.

“Nah.” Leilira said, turning the page in her magazine .'

“But not even for your best friend?” Mara said, glaring at Leilira.

“Never, I would rather- have you burn all my books then go on  a shopping spree.” Leilira said sounding outraged by the idea of a shopping spree.

“Alright, then I will burn  all your books!” Mara exclaimed standing up.

“Don’t you dare.” Leilira said, standing up and standing in front of her giant book shelf.

“Dare aye? Come on you need to shop! All your clothes are old old old!” Mara yelled.

“Hurtful! My clothes aren’t old!” Leilira said, glaring at Mara, causing Mara to roll her eyes.

“They so are, their from 1930.” Mara said, looking in Leilira’s   closet, she pulled out a tie dye shirt. “You said it wasn’t old. Tie dye is out!” Mara announced throwing Leilira’s shirt onto the floor.

“That’s my favorite shirt!”  Leilira yelled, picking it up and folding it.

“Your fashion skills suck!” Mara said, rummaging in Leilira's   closet and throwing all Leliria's tacky shirts out. Including the stripped   shirts and the ugly jeans.

“My shirts!” Leilira yelled again, picking up her clothes.

“You'll live.” Mara said rolling her  eyes.

“NO I WONT MY CLOTHES! MY BOOKS!” Leilira yelled, as her best friend tossed the books into the garbage.

“You better run, while you can.” Leilira said, as Mara sprinted downstairs, running into the kitchen and pulling out the can of whip cream.

“I have whip cream and I ain’t afraid to use it!” Mara yelled, pointing the can of whip cream in Mara's direction.

“And I have  Carmel sauce.”  Leilira resorted.

“Mhm.” Mara said, lifting the lid off the whip cream.

Lets say world war two started, whip cream flew all over the room hitting both girls and covering them in whip cream. Then the Carmel and fudge  went every where.

“You look like, frosty the snow man.”  Mara said laughing, then wipping the whip cream of of her nose.

“You have a moustache.” Leilira said, laughing slightly.

“We better clean up.” Mara said, snorting. Then opening  up the closet door then taking out a mop.

“Give me a bucket and a sponge.” Leilira said laughing.

“Coming up! You owe me twenty million dollars!” Mara said, winking at Leilira, before tossing her a bucket and a sponge.

“Twenty million dollars? Just for a sponge and  a bucket?” Leilira said, putting soap and water into the bucket.

“That’s a fair amount, don’t you think?” Mara said, rolling her eyes.

“Its expensive and not a fair amount. You still owe me forty for dinner yesterday.” Leilira said, getting down on her hands and knees. To  scrub  the floor.