*Reader's POV*

Grenda and Candy grabbed Pacifica's arms, rushing her through the doors with haste. "It's big, isn't it?" Candy said, releasing Pacifica, leaving her hands free to place them on her hips with pride. "Yah. My dad's the owner of some lame bussiness called 'Od-net-nin' or whatever. It's French for 'no friends.'" Grenda snickered at Candy's roast on her dad's job, stiffly followed by Pacifica's attempt at a chuckle. It wasn't easy though, since she was a bit of a fan of "Mar-lio." Her snicker quickly died out, feeling awkward in someone else's house for the first time. It was so... empty. Every sound she made bounced off the walls and gave a phantom-like echo in response.

"Soooo... Who does your hair?" Candy asked, twirling the tips of Pacifica's hair between her finger tips. Pacifica tried not to wince, hearing Candy's voice bounce off the walls like the scratching of a chalk board, as she dug threw possible responses. Overall, she chose the truth for once. "I do it myself. It's really easy." Pacifica stated with slight pride. "How's it so blond? Highlights? Did you dye it? Don't tell me you ultra-bleached it! Omg! I'd be sick!" Candy exclaimed in disguist. "No! I- It's... natural?" 'It's not natural. It's not natural. What am I doing?! Back out of it! It's dirty blond! It's not natural! WE ULTRA-BLEACHED IT!!!' Pacifica thought franticlly. 'I mean, it's not a big deal or anything. It's a little white lie. Just a small one. No big deal. Don't freak out. Nothing to worry about. Perfectly fine.' She reasured herself. "No. Way." Candy gasped. 'Oh crap! SHE CALMED MY BLUFF. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO-'

"I guess you live somewhere really sunny!" Grenda exclaimed, earning a jab in her stomach from Candy. "I was talking Grend-o! Butt out or I am UNINVITING you to your party!" Candy hissed. Grenda shut her mouth about as quickly as she had opened it, stepping back alittle. "Anyways, where are you from?" She asked. Pacifica gulped in response, trying to pin point the perfect location for rich people like her. "I... EVERYWHERE!" She blurted out. This seemed to confuse the girls instantly. "Everywhere?" Candy asked in response. "I- My dad, I mean... Is p-president of... the... Um- Boy Scout community? So... We move around a lot." She replied. There was a long pause before a response was given. "Um..." Candy mustered up. Pacifica began to panic, shreeking internally. She had to think quick and, in the end, Candy was the perfect inspiration for a quick lie.

"Uh, yah! The Boy Scouts? The HUGE organization that runs the military? It's called Boy Scout just to sound less scary or whatever. You've never heard of them?" She said, trying to keep her poker face straight. She had only known Candy for half an hour and already knew she hated being behind on a trend. If anyone would fall for that bait, it was her. "Uh- I mean-... OH!!!" Candy began, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. "B.S.! Our military... People... They... Uh... Work behind the... Other military. Like, as the little brother defense for America... Of course!" Candy said, fidgetting alittle. "Your dad's a general then?" Grenda added, stepping forward, just to get a palm in her face. "Not now Gren-zilla. The thin people are talking." Candy began. "So, tell me more about... YOU." She struggled to choke out, as if any topic that didn't revolve around herself was like drinking rat poision and bleach.

Candy put her arm around Pacifica's shoulder, rushing her to the door. "Well, I like cats and-" Before Pacifica could get another word out, Candy was already opening the door. "You know, I just realived, it's like four-thirty. Grenda needs to get the party ready. You better head home and, like, put on your pink. Tuesdays you wear pink now. ALWAYS. Mondays you wear diamonds. Wednesdays you wear high heels. Thursdays you wear your best bra. And Fridays are skinny jeans. O.k., BYE!" Candy said, slamming the door. Pacifica began to walk away, only to have the door open up once more. "Oh! And if you ever wear another pair of shoes with laces on them, I'm branding you on the forehead... SEE YOU AT THE PARTY!"