Can't Help That I'm Perfect

Chapter 1- Bubble Gum Pink

Ok, so, I don't think this is ready to be posted, cuz it has errororororors, but oh well, IMA FREAKING REBEL!! Sorry about the lack of details...... ima bad person. Nah Im awesome. I still suck though. But I suck in a good way. Is that even possible?? oh gwelllll. tHx FER reaDinG ANd i LoVE yoU annnnnnnndddddddddddd dis is dedicated too @maddymoo99 cuz she is awesome and stuffles

"Are you almost ready Tay? I've been waiting for like two hours already! Girls..." Ray yelled to me from downstairs.

"Two more minutes Raymond! I need to put one more coat of mascara on!" I shouted back to my bfg(best guy friend) forever.

I need to look absolutely perfect when I ever go out in public, just in case of paparazzi. I dont need them to take pictures of me looking like crap. I put the cap back on my mascara and smiled at myself in the mirror.

"Perfect." I whispered to myself, proud of my handiwork.

"TAY!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!" Ray shouted to me from downstairs. "IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW IMA EAT ALL OF YOUR GUMMY BEARS!!"

I gasped. "DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY HARIBOS!!" I sprinted down the stairs so fast, that Ray didn’t even see me get ready to tackle him.

I pinned him down and snatched my babies from his hand. Don’t judge me, gummy bears are my most favorite candy EVER! Sometimes I make this delicious sundae with vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, strawberry ice cream, gummy bears(of course), hot fudge, caramel, pecans, and mochi. Mmm now I'm hungry.

"MINEEE! Now let’s go, before we waste any of my precious shopping time." I told Ray, already walking out the door.

"Hey, wait up!" My little bro, Darcy, shouted jogging over to me.

"What do you want you little bug?" I asked him, just a tad bit annoyed. He was wasting my shopping time!

"Can I go to the mall with you guys? Pleaaase?" Darcy asked me with puppy dog eyes.

Darcy is the complete opposite of me. He has strait black hair and hazel eyes, I have wavy blond hair and blue eyes. Hes laidback and relaxed, and I’m a hard worker, go getter kind of girl. He’s very nice, selfless, and patient, whereas I am, well not so much.

"No, no you cannot Darcy."

"Why not?" He questions me crossing his arms.

"Because today I'm doing some serious shopping for tonight’s dinner. Now run along, go play your Pokémon whatevers." Actually, I love Pokémon. Pikachu is so cute! But I couldn’t tell Darcy that...

"I can help you pick out some cool stuff! Pleeeeese!"

I laughed at him. When it comes to fashion, Darcy is not the guy to go to. He's into all that nerdy junk like suspenders, and nerdy glasses. He has perfect eye sight, yet he still wears glasses. He says it makes him look smarter. Why does he need to look smarter? Everyone already knows that he’s at the top of his classes and always gets straight A's!

"No! Darcy, I'm sorry, but you don't have the best fashion sense."

"Pleeeeeease!?"

"For the billionth time, NO."

"Actually, you only told me three times....."

"Fine, for the third time, NOOO!"

"That was the fourth time, Tay....."

"Darcy!"

"Come on sis, please?"

"Don't you ever, EVER call me sis, EVER again. I prefer to be addressed by my first name. Or you can call me Misses Adkins."

"Misses Adkins? Since when were you married?"

"I’m married to Ray, now go away."

"Wait, we're married? In that case, I will take a kiss now." Ray puckered his lips.

"Gross, Ray. Look if I let you come, you have to....... jump in the pool naked tonight."

"What?! Whatever, deal!" Darcy smiled, his pearly whites sparkling.

Darcy has always had perfect teeth. He was kind of sad about it, though. He told me that braces would add to his nerdy look. Weirdo... Anyway, I’m not jelly of his perfect teeth, because my teeth are just as perfect. I also have plump, lush, soft lips that anyone and everyone would die for. And I have beautiful long beach waves! Yeah, I have a big ego. I don't get why it’s such a big deal though. Oh my gosh, there goes me quoting Marina and the Diamonds again! I absolutely love Marina! I can relate so much to alot of her songs! Like Primadonna and Girls. Those two songs are my anthems!!

I strutted past the boys and into the garage. I contemplated which car would complement my outfit better. I hopped into the driver’s seat of my bubble gum pink Ferrari, turned the key, and pressed on the gas. I actually have four cars. I have a pink Ferrari, a blue Porsche, a black Jaguar, and a red Maserati. How do I afford all of these luxury cars, you ask? My mom, Rosie Adkins, was a playboy model back in the day and my dad owns, like, thirty big malls across the country. Yeah, I know. You think I'm a rich princess and I have it all good. WRONG! Your talking to miss over-achiever over here! I am an A student, ex-school president, drummer, pianist, guitarist, and singer. Well, no one actually knows that I sing, but whatever. I’m a bit afraid of what people would think of my voice. No, that is a lie. I’m lying to myself. I’m afraid of what people would think of the lyrics I write. I mean, of course they are brilliant, I’m brilliant, but my lyrics are really deep. They hold all of my secrets.

I keep my song writing book under my mattress. I also left the cover of it blank just so if someone found it, they'd think it was nothing. I also skipped a few pages into the book just so if anyone opened it, they would think it was blank. Hey, even perfect people can take precautions.

We arrived at the mall and I stepped out of the car. It was a warm sunny day, just how I like it. I love the feeling of the rays on my skin.

"Darcy, grab my purse. The pink Juicy Couture one with the sparkles on the front. Ray, I need you to find my make up bag. It should be somewhere in the back." I ordered my little bro and BGF while fixing my hair in the car door mirror.

"Wait, why can’t you do this?" Darcy asked me. "You have arms and legs."

I scowled at him. "Because I have a drivers license and you don’t. You can walk all the way home if you want..."

"NO! No I’m good. I’m getting it. Hold up." My brother said as her rummaged through my stuff.

"Your make up bag and purse, milady." Ray told me in a British accent, sounding like the butler from that old Disney movie.... what’s it called.... oh yeah! The Aristocats! I used to love that movie when I was little. Mainly because the kitties were rich, just like me.

"Why thank you kind sir!" I said back to Ray, imitating his British accent.

"Oh, Darcy! You have a loose thread on your shirt! You are so embarrassing! Let me get that for you...." I raise my hand wipe the thread of.

"Ok boys, let’s go do some shopping!" I said, and skipped toward the direction of the mall.