happiness hit her -- AMBER

[Skye Jade Remmington]

Sitting on her bed with the Teen Vogue bedsheets, a blond-haired, gray-eyed girl stared at the pale green walls of her room and then out the window. It was a sunny Saturday, about nine or nine-thirty in the morning, and Skye Remmington was painting her nails with the nail polish "Wear Something Spar-Kylie" and waiting for her friend Amber James to show up. Amber and Skye had arranged to hang out at nine forty-five AM that day, and Skye was restless. Like she nearly always was when she was alone. She was a girl who needed to socialize to be alive. For Skye, it was, like, a law. Socialize or die, Skye.

Painting a few strokes of the obnoxiously named nail polish onto her left thumbnail, Skye let her mind go in free fall. She thought about nothing too exactly, and instead concentrated on her nails. As soon as she was done, she blew them dry and stared into the mirror hung unglamorously on the opposite wall. A girl wearing an H&M one-shoulder top, skinny jeans, and gray, high-top Converse stared back at her. But her hair — her hair looked like she had stuck her finger into an electric socket. Yanking a brush through the matted blond tangle, Skye checked the time. 9:42. She had known Amber to be exactly on time, so she should show up soon...Hopefully she would. Skye felt like she hadn't seen her in for-freaking-ever. And that was because she hadn't. Being an Apollo kid, Amber had had to attend to the oodles of sick campers in the Infirmary. Skye had visited the infirmary once or twice, but the smell of mingled medicine, antiseptic, and sick people made her stomach roll. Usually, she stayed out.

After brushing her hair, she checked the clock again. 9:45 on the dot. Amber should be there any second.

[Amber Craze James]

Amber looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled in a messy twist at the base of her neck, and she was wearing a baggy pink-plaid shirt with a white cammie under it. Her skinny-jeans sort of floated around her, not the tightest in the world. After she was satisfied with her appearance, she walked out of her cabin.

She was seeing Skye today. Skye was one of her best friends, other than Pandora. So not seeing her in so long made Amber crazy; she couldn't go so long without human contact. So she was practically giddy that Skye had invited her to hang out. A bonus of this was that she was off of helping at the infirmary--I mean, she liked helping people, but there's only so much on fifteen-year-old girl can take.

When she got to the bighouse, she looked at her watch. 9:43am. Oh, great. Now she had two minutes to kill! If she showed up early she might seem desperate, but if she showed up late she would seem like she didn't care. So she settled on a right-on-time sort of thing. Amber got up to Skye's room and just hung out there for two minutes. Her ADD flashed, she was having a hard time focusing on just standing still.

Finally, the psychopath, Amber, burst in the room. She didn't even bother knocking, she was invited, right?

[Skye Jade Remmington]

Skye jumped back slightly as the door to her room opened with a bang and suddenly, Amber was standing right in front of her. She almost tipped over the bottle of nail polish, but she steadied it before it spilled all over her bedding. "Hey, Amber," she said. "What's up?" She checked the clock. Yes, exactly on time, as usual. Sometimes she wondered if Amber just had an unnatural idea of time or if she did it on purpose, either to creep Skye out or because she was weird. In any case, Amber was here. Skye surveyed her, from her thin blond hair — perfect, as always — to her clothes and shoes. She looked perfect. As always. Skye wished she looked like her, honestly.

"I was just doing my nails," she said, gesturing to the Wear Something Spar-Kylie bottle of nail polish on the bed. "Care to join me?" Skye didn't know if Amber was a mani-pedi sort of girl, but really...who wasn't? Well, in Skye's world, it was impossible for someone to not be obsessed with beauty products. No, Skye wasn't obnoxious like the Aphrodite girls, she just liked to look nice. There was nothing criminal, nothing wrong about that, right?

"Been in the Infirmary this whole time?" she inquired, brushing polish onto her nails. "I heard more and more people are getting sick." A lot of people she knew, too...for starters, her boyfriend Bailey and his sister Tal...not that she cared about Tal, honestly. Apparently, the Apollo children were up to their necks in healing they needed to do.

[Amber Craze James]

''Hey, Amber, what's up?''

The Apollo child approached her bed. ''What's up? What's up!? I haven't seen you in, like, two weeks and all you say is what's up!?'' Amber said, mock angry with her hands on her hips. ''You could atleast act happy to see me.'' Amber plopped down on Skye's bed, careful not to hit the nailpolish bottle and knock it over. She looked around, seeing Skye's H&M top and jeans. Cute -- not extremly so -- but cute nonetheless. See, Amber was the ''look your best or don't look at all'' type. Not obsessivly like the Aphrodite's where, but still, she liked to look her best.

''Hm... Wear Something Spar-Kylie? What an obnoxious name, by the way. Anywho, it's a bit to glitzey for my taste. Got anything a bit...'' Amber whirled her hands around, thinking of the right words. ''Bluer? Less intense?'' Random fashion tip: Don't overdo it, use some pplain accents to make your outfit look better while still not drowning in accessories. Thta was the rule Amber live by, and it hasn't failed her yet! Amber was full of fashion tips that Aries actually created *nodnod*. ANYWHO...

"Been in the Infirmary this whole time? I heard more and more people are getting sick."

Amber got a sour look at the memory. ''Yes,'' She hadn't had a proper convorsation all week! Amber thrived off of friends, and not seeing them about made her insane. Aries is now taking up space to make her post seem longer! Just a bit longer... Okay, back to the actual post now. Amber remembered something and bolted upright. ''By the the way, I'm mad at you!''


See, Skye had a boyfriend now, Bailey. But Skye didn't tell Amber that, some guy did. She was in the hospital and some guy saw her and asked if she was Skye (no idea why...) and one thing led to another, yada yada yada, blah blah blah... Anyway, the guy was the guy-version of Amber, so he knew all the gossip. He told Amber Bailey and Skye were dating. Now, Skye should have told her that. It was important news!!! Getting a boyfriend was like winning an award! Exept, you no, not really. But still. people need to tell her these things! Amber felt so out of the loop about this stuff... And because she's been in the infirmary, she was. Ususally she's the girl right there. The girl who know's it all. She had so many friends that usually she was right on top of katest news. Not gossip, persay, but the whole ''who's dating who'' stuff... Now she wasn't. Just another bad thing about being in the infirmary.

[Skye Jade Remmington]

"What's up? What's up?! I haven't seen you in, like, two weeks and all you say is what's up?! You could at least act happy to see me.''

Skye really hoped that Amber was just making fun of he in a friends way...and well, since Skye was Skye, she could never be sure. For Skye, hurting someone's feelings was the worst thing she could do. Guilty consciences weighed her down forever. "Of course I'm happy to see you, bitch," she said lightly. Swearing wasn't something the girl did often, but hopefully Amber would see she was being friendly. "Well, what is up?" she said, laughing a little bit and making eye contact with her friend. "Your hair looks really good today," she added as an afterthought.

''Hmm...Wear Something Spar-Kylie? What an obnoxious name, by the way. Anywho, it's a bit to glitzy for my taste. Got anything a bit...bluer? Less intense?''

"It's one of the Kardashians' nail polishes, of course it's going to be obnoxious," Skye said lightly, giggling. "I have a ton of blue, somewhere in here," she said, rooting through her little bag full of bottles of nail polish. "This one's probably my favorite," she said, pulling out a small bottle of a chalky, pale shade of blue by Essence, the British makeup line. She placed it in Amber's hands before painting a few more flawless strokes of the glitter polish on her nails. "There. Done. I hate having to wait for it to dry, though," she added, recapping the polish.

''Yes. By the the way, I'm mad at you!''

"What did Skye do this time?" she giggled, blowing on her nails to get them to dry.

[Amber Craze James]

''Of course I'm happy to see you, bitch.

Amber let out a laugh ''The Great Skye Remminton has... cussed?'' she said jokingly. It was actually the first time she heard her swear, and Amber was with her alot, so that was saying something. Amber also rarely cursed. If her mom would have heard Skye use the word 'bitch' to her, she would have scolded Amber for hanging out with such a 'terrible person', because her mom is just that protective. You gotta love 'er, right?

''It's one of the Kardashians' nail polishes, of course it's going to be obnoxious,''

Amber gave a 'Haha, yeah' face and crinkled her nose. When a bottle of blue nailpolish was pushed into her hand, Amber gave Skye a thank you before beginning to paint. The blue complimented her eyes very well. Man -- british makeup rocks. Or, that's what Amber thought, at least.

''What did Skye do this time?'' Skye giggled. Amber put her hands on her hips in a fake-angry way, which she pulled off quite well. ''Skye didn't tell Amber that Skye has a Boyfriend! That's a serious offense in Canada.'' Amber said, matter-of-factly. But then to show she was kidding, she giggled. Canada? Really? She thought. She really had to think before she blurted crap out.

[Skye Jade Remmington]

i'll be dancing on the wire chasing dreams,

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"The Great Skye Remmington has... cussed?"

"The Great Skye Remmington has cussed," Skye said, giggling as she blew on her sparkly pink nails. "Newsflash!" She was in a particularly giddy mood today — maybe it was the canoe ride with Bailey (who was, at the moment, one of her favorite people), maybe it was the sunshiny weather, maybe it was the fact that some of her sick friends were getting better — and was feeling a little over the moon at the moment. She wasn't completely sure why... in an attempt to stifle her ongoing giggles, she pressed the cloth of the nail polish bag to her face. She pulled it off five seconds later and giggled even louder. "Oops, I got a ton of lip gloss on the bag!" she squealed, looking at the kiss mark on the bag like it was the most amazing thing in the world since sliced bread.

"Skye didn't tell Amber that Skye has a boyfriend! That's a serious offense in Canada."

She hadn't told Amber about Bailey? Oh, right, she hadn't. Because they had just become a couple a few hours ago. "I'm sooorrryyyyy," she said in a faux-creeper voice. "Well, it's a good thing we don't like in CanadaaaahhahahahaahahahahahHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA," she half-stated, half-shrieked as she rolled around on her bed laughing like she had just been hit with a Rictusempra spell from Harry Potter. "Because otherwise — " she took a breath — "I would be in jail — " — she took another big breath — "and your wonderful friend here — " — she took another breath — "would be... in JAIL!"

Where was all this insta-high madness coming from?

just so you know; if you need me,

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[Amber Craze James]

''The Great Skye Remmington has cussed. Newsflash!''

Amber laughed, then for some reason Skye stared giggling hysterically. Amber found herself feeling the same way, and giggling just as hard, and sitting on the floor. She honestly had no idea why, but she did. She allso found herself wondering if it's possible that there where drugs in the storage room that where coming through the walls and they where breathing it in. "Oops, I got a ton of lip gloss on the bag!" Amber giggled so hard she couldn't breath. She took the bag Skye and stared at the lipstick mark. ''Now your bag has a new look!'' Amber exclaimed, and that just caused another giggle fit.

''Well, it's a good thing we don't like in CanadaaaahhahahahaahahahahahHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA because otherwise I would be in jail and your wonderful friend here would be... in JAIL!''

Amber laughed, her face as red as an apple. And not one of those pink apples. Her face was as red as one of those red apples. She somehow ended up with her back against the floor, rolling around. This time she didn't have enough oxygen-deprived brainpower to wonder where the madness was coming from. ''I WOULDN'T WANT HER TO BE IN JAIL!!!'' Amber exclaimed, a bit louder then intended, and still litterally ROTFL'ing. Not many people would expect this form Amber, but it might not be that surprising... but Skye? Not really...

So where did all the hysterical, giggle-fits come from?