"I have an idea!" I said slamming my room door closed.
"No, the last time you said those words they got us arrested." Ellie complained.
Pascal shook her head. "We didn't get arrested, it was just a warning."
"No, it wasn't-"
"Stop!" I interrupted...
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Decked out in Pascals' mom's finest jewelry, Pas and I paraded around her house. Talking in British accents while trying not to fall in the high heels, we pretended we were the highest of London's upper class. We tipped our dainty tea cups and sipped with our pinkies high in the air.
Later that week at my house, we dressed in my sister Josie's black garb from her emo phase and jamed out to heavy metal, banging our air guitars and drums. We sang at the top of our lungs, bowing to our imaginary fans at the end of the song. Whether we were world rebound scientists finding the cure for cancer or members of the Guinness book of world records for hopping thousands of miles on a pogo stick while blowing bubbles through our noses, we were famous and loved by everyone.
After being bullied for so long, a moment of being adored was so cool. When we started making the popsicle sticks, pretending to be famous on a grand scale was one of the first to enter the collection.
As Cooper and Elliot soaked in our explanation on the popsicle stick, all I could think about was how we had Nia to thank for putting us in this weird predicament.
"So, you're just going to walk around the streets and yell, 'Hey guys, I'm Oprah, love me!'?" Ellie asked, being his usual glass half empty self.
"Of course not!" I exclaimed, putting my truck in reverse.
"We're out to do what we always did as kids." Pascal added, winking at me through the rearview mirror causing me to smile.
Ellie rolled his eyes, "And what's that?"
"Obviously we're going to dress up. Keep up El!" Pascal retorted from the backseat.
"And you actually think that's going to going to work? Just dress up like someone famous and people will believe it?" Ellie muttered.
I glanced at him quickly before focusing back on the road. "Who pooped in your cereal?" I asked.
"Isn't this whole night about doing crazy dares we were to chicken to do before." Pascal jumped in.
I nodded, agreeing. " And next year we're not going to be able to do these types of things anymore, don't you want to take advantage of this?"
He shrugged, "I guess." I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my stomach at the thought at this really could be the end.
I slugged him on the shoulder, "That's the spirit!" I turned to the radio and blasted the song that was currently playing.
"Oh I live this song! Can we go back when we were young, and didn't care if we messed up?" Pascal sang along.
"We have forever so we got lost in each other." A lone voice sang from next to me.
I turned to Elliot in shock. "Since when do you listen to pop music?"
"Since Cooper started playing this song on repeat."
