Newport Beach, Saturday Morning
Summer was once again enjoying a morning of sunning on the beach. Once again, she was greeted by an unexpected visitor in her room when she got back.
This time, a tall guy with jet black hair with some blue thrown in. He was dressed like a goth rock star. His fingernails were even painted black.
"You have five seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what you are doing in my room." Summer pulled a fork from her purse. "Or I will jam this fork into your skull."
Violent much?
The guy blinked a few times before pouting slightly. "Aww, Summer. You don't recognize me?"
The last time she heard that question, Pancakes had turned human. "Pancakes is a girl. So you can't be her."
And that's when Summer figured it out, especially when the object in question seemed to be missing from her dresser. "Omigod, Princess Sparkle!"
"You were expecting someone else?" Princess Sparkle asked, clearly amused. "I'm better, right? Much more fabulous! You can tell me."
Before she could answer, Taylor came rushing into the room with a...curling iron? "Who do I need to hurt, huh? I heard a commotion..."
She caught sight of Princess Sparkle and relented. "Well, hello there."
"Taylor, this is...my, uh, assistant!" Yes, assistant. That could work.
"Very pleased to meet you," Taylor gushed. "Wait a minute. You're 18, Summer. Why do you need an assistant?"
"Because someone keeps erasing my messages," Summer pointed out.
"Oh yeah, some drunk girl called you the other day. I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Taylor said sheepishly.
"You see what I put up with?" Summer sighed, glancing over at Princess Sparkle.
Princess Sparkle grinned. "We'll have to hang out later, Taylor. Right now, I have to discuss important matters with Summer."
Taylor nodded. "Say no more. I understand the importance of assistants. I was the social chair at Harbor High. I should tell you about that sometime. Anyway,I'll get out of your hair. Ta!"
Summer sighed. "Thought she'd never leave. I kinda can't tell her who you really are..."
Princess Sparkle seemed to understand. "So, you should show me around town?"
"We'll have to call Chris later and freak him out," Summer smirked.
Princess Sparkle chuckled. "Can we go find some fashion victims to help and or snark at first?"
Summer decided she wanted Princess Sparkle to be human forever.
[ooc: Establishy, but open for phone calls and such! Really could not resist using this PB!]
This time, a tall guy with jet black hair with some blue thrown in. He was dressed like a goth rock star. His fingernails were even painted black.
"You have five seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what you are doing in my room." Summer pulled a fork from her purse. "Or I will jam this fork into your skull."
Violent much?
The guy blinked a few times before pouting slightly. "Aww, Summer. You don't recognize me?"
The last time she heard that question, Pancakes had turned human. "Pancakes is a girl. So you can't be her."
And that's when Summer figured it out, especially when the object in question seemed to be missing from her dresser. "Omigod, Princess Sparkle!"
"You were expecting someone else?" Princess Sparkle asked, clearly amused. "I'm better, right? Much more fabulous! You can tell me."
Before she could answer, Taylor came rushing into the room with a...curling iron? "Who do I need to hurt, huh? I heard a commotion..."
She caught sight of Princess Sparkle and relented. "Well, hello there."
"Taylor, this is...my, uh, assistant!" Yes, assistant. That could work.
"Very pleased to meet you," Taylor gushed. "Wait a minute. You're 18, Summer. Why do you need an assistant?"
"Because someone keeps erasing my messages," Summer pointed out.
"Oh yeah, some drunk girl called you the other day. I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Taylor said sheepishly.
"You see what I put up with?" Summer sighed, glancing over at Princess Sparkle.
Princess Sparkle grinned. "We'll have to hang out later, Taylor. Right now, I have to discuss important matters with Summer."
Taylor nodded. "Say no more. I understand the importance of assistants. I was the social chair at Harbor High. I should tell you about that sometime. Anyway,I'll get out of your hair. Ta!"
Summer sighed. "Thought she'd never leave. I kinda can't tell her who you really are..."
Princess Sparkle seemed to understand. "So, you should show me around town?"
"We'll have to call Chris later and freak him out," Summer smirked.
Princess Sparkle chuckled. "Can we go find some fashion victims to help and or snark at first?"
Summer decided she wanted Princess Sparkle to be human forever.
[ooc: Establishy, but open for phone calls and such! Really could not resist using this PB!]