a/n: A lot has changed in the two years after writing this story. I remember when I was writing this story that I loved Alona so much, and based her off of myself in a way. With help from my English teacher I wrote this story and gave it back to her as a thank you. I hope you liked it as much as she did. Now for an epilogue that takes place two years later. Thank you ever so much for 20k, you're all so amazing. I've written a few more tøp works if you ever want to read them, they are on my page. Stay Alive, Banditos ||-//
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Written March, 2019; OG Story finished in May, 2017
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Alona's POV:
As I walked down the friendly neighborhood street of my childhood I nearly screamed when I saw her. The week leading up to that very moment was so filled with orange and purple I could barely breathe. But once I saw her, the freedom of sky blue appeared before me with such elegance and beauty.
"Alona!"
She ran up to me, pulling me into her arms as I squeezed so hard back. Pink filled me up as frosting on a cupcake. She pulled away to get a good look at me, then kissing my forehead and hugging me again.
"You grew so much." She exclaimed. Her hair was as bright as ever, her green eyes never lost the thunderstorm that forever lived on inside of them either.
"Are we going out? Or are we going to your house?" She asked excitedly. I pointed at the street away from the house.
"They aren't home." I whispered in key with the wind.
"Where are they?" She asked. I smiled.
"South America. Debby is taking care of me here." I said quietly, grabbing her hand. She smiled at the fact that I was walking. She wasn't used to the purple smell of it, quite honestly, neither was I.
"Will you be a bridesmaid?" She asked as we started to walk. I nodded, reminding myself, speak, she isn't a doorframe.
"Maid of h-honor." I stuttered. Jessie smiled, taking my hand to her lips.
"That's amazing Alona."
We continued to walk feverishly through the early spring weather. The bounce between warm and cold was filled with both orange and purple and green, but only now had it began to have a pink undertone with velvet and hot cider. Like fall in one way, but safety in another. Jessie was so eager to be able to hold my hand again, let me run my hands through her long pink hair like long strands of thread. She had been through so much, and even if I had as well, it was good to still know I had her.
"Still play the ukulele?" She asked. I looked up and smiled.
"Who do you think created the beginning part of Nico and the Niners?" I sassed softly with a tone of bumble bee colors. She looked at me stunned.
"You really have grown up haven't you?" She asked. I chuckled and nodded.
I guess things had changed, changed for the pinker.
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