$#^GiRlS jUsT (wanna) hAvE f-U-n!!!!^$#[SCAR]

[MITCHIE MORGAN]

"I been me, I been following my dreams, Try'na find the scene where you believe me. I been true, I been waitin' here for you, I been patient, understanding and believing."

Summer really was the greatest time of year. At least she thought so. Mitchie had her eyes closed, singing her heart out into her hairbrush. It really was fortuitous that she had her own place; the boys who had shared the room next to hers at the home would have raised hell. She swung out of her bedroom, hand tightly gripping the doorframe, as she sung the chorus.

Daughtry really was music for the soul.

Padding into the kitchen, he whipped up her cell en route to the fridge. She didn't know how she would do it, but she WOULD pay Jennifer back for this. How the woman had gotten her emancipated without some kind of hearing was beyond all manner of thought to her, and she was happy to enjoy the benefits, thanks.

Fingers moving nimbly on the keys, she quickly typed out a message, and with a grin and a silly twirl sent it off.

Scar-baby! get your psycho butt up here and bring some music! I've got tons of candy and we can order a pizza. It's summer, chica! Vivamos una locura!!

Pulling a soda fridge, Mitchie stuck the phone in her giant shirt pocket ad prepared to wait, or be pounced upon by her best friend.

And listen to more Daughty.

Daughtry was gooood.

[SCARLETT KRESS]

»If today was your L A S T day,
Tomorrow was too late

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It wasn’t that Scarlett didn’t like summer…because she did.

But this heat made her want to puke.

She yawned, wiping the sleep out of her eyes and glancing at the digital clock beside her. 3:00 PM! How could she have possibly slept that long? She glanced guiltily down at her bright red pajama pants and black tank top, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Stupid air conditioner getting broken. She hadn’t even gotten to sleep ‘till 5 AM, thanks to the stifling, sticky heat. Rubbing the back of her neck, she realized that the Rockin’ Red kool aid in her hair was beginning to melt. Great.

Rolling her eyes, she got up and skidded into the kitchen. She still had five cans left, but with this humidity, it’d probably only last her two weeks. And Walmart was beginning to get incredibly sick of her. As she began pouring the powder into a bowl, sighing as she added water and conditioner into the mixture, her phone began blasting Livin’ La Vida Loca.

“Crap,” she groaned, the conditioner slipping from her hands and spilling onto the floor as she scrambled to grab it. “ONE TEXT FROM MITCHIE” flashed across the screen.

Scar-baby! get your psycho butt up here and bring some music! I've got tons of candy and we can order a pizza. It's summer, chica! Vivamos una locura!!
Scarlett couldn’t help but smile.

Okaaay, she texted back. Be there in a few minutes. I'm bringin' a Paramore CD. and I’m bringin’ peanut butter M&M’s. they’re the bomb .

She hit the send button, and got ready to close her phone, when she caught sight of her background. Her and Mikey. Her heart skipped a beat. Partly from his smile…and partly from worry.

She really did still love him, and she didn’t think she’d ever stop. But sometimes she just wished things could be the same again. Before they had Mania, and Pan, and powers. Before she had this deafening laugh constantly booming in her head. Suddenly, Mikey was just…different. As Scarlett tossed the hair dying supplies to the side- her hair was red enough for now-and headed over to Mitchie’s place, she tried to think if anything was ever going to be the same again.

Everything IS the same, Mania insisted. God, she hated when that goddess read her mind. It’s just better!

As Scarlett banged on Mitchie’s door, she wondered if that was really true.

“Open up, crazy!” she cried, as happily as possible. “I brought the M&M’s!”
»Tagged: Mitchie
»Word Count: 414
»Outfit: same black tank top and red pajama pants
»Notes: 
»Lyrics: If Today Was Your Last Day- Nickelback
»Credit: Flygirl @ Caution 2.0

[MITCHIE MORGAN]

Mitchie laughed as Scarlett's screams came through the door. "Shut up, you bat-shit crazy fool," she laughed, pulling her boot on and running to the door.

With a scream, she flung the door open and launched herself at the red haired girl. Ignoring the way the older girl swayed back a little, Mitchie grabbed her best friend's arm and dragged her inside. "Scar, no one eats peanut butter M&M's. Really. It's all about the milk chocolate, hun."

She grinned again, and dashed into the kitchen, where the phone was ringing. She hadn't had any girl time with her bes friend in MONTHS. The last time had been that weekend after The Event. It wasn't that they didn't see each other, because they did. But there hadn't been any exclusive Mitchie-and-Scarlett-party-time sessions since that one.

Though, to be fair, after that weekend there wasn't likely much that needed to be said to each other. Emotionally draining and all that.

Still, it would be nice to just hang out a bit more. No that Mitchie was lonely. She spent lots of time with random folk from school, random guys at the mall, random girls from the park.....She spent a bit of time a few weeks ago churning out some lyrics, and the resulting pay-off had her set pretty much into college, if she chose to go. But she missed her best friend.

Every since Scarlett had started dating Michael there had been precious little timne for her in the older girl's life. And then, after The Event and finding out Scar and Michael both had Greek Deities living inside them, there just seemed to be too much happening at once.

Something she thought needed to change, and change quickly.

Taking the cd and M&M's from Scarlett's hands, Mitchie danced her way into the living room, singing along to 'Cave In' by Owl City. She dumped the candy onto the low table and inserted the cd into the player, then flung herself onto the couch.

"Ok, Scar, let's get this party started. Plant that tush somewhere and spill."