Storm's POV
"Melanie!" Ashy shouted, they were both my best friends.
Melanie was more of the crazy girly version of me,
"Shouting so quietly won't make her hear you," I told ashy sarcastically.
Part of me didn't like Melanie. Not. At. All.
But ashy gets sensitive for crazy reasons sometimes.
I have taken her to therapy about this, but the therapist said it might be hormones.
After a million trials of shouting Mel finally came to the tree we were under.
I moved my short black to gray wavy hair out of my face.
"I'm gonna go for ice-cream," I told them trying to avoid Melanie, shouting and tons of attention rolling in on me.
And as predicted, she started shouting, heads turned and I wish I brought my black hoodie to cover up my shame.
I scratched my arm where my Hawaiian tribe tattoo was and pulled my mini fluffy skirt down so no one will get thirsty.
I then ordered two rocky roads double scooped since I only had the money for two. Ashy and I.
But then I couldn't believe what I then saw.
Author Notes: Thanks for all the love and support!
You gotta read them all!!
One thing I've also noticed is that for the 2nd part of yours truly, it has more views than the first part. =-=
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