Flipped - Ch. 2

(Creativity Pov.)

I stare up at the ceiling, legs hanging off the side of my bed.

The ceiling has swirls, colors of red and white patterns and designs randomly painted up there. And I just love it. But I should probably get up.

I close my eyes, feeling my a tad bit shorter then mid-back length redish blonde hair. My big brown eyes wanting to scan the ceiling just a minute more, but don't.

I sit up on my sheets, my freashly made bed making me long for the night. I sigh, standing up as I stretch out my peach skin arms, red painted nails folded then unfolded as I flopped my arms back to my sides.

I quickly take off my long pink shirt with a red tiara, and slide off my white fluffly pants in trade for jeans with patches at the knees, along with ripps here and there. Then pulling over my white tank top with two musical notes on it, a white and red stripped over shirt over that.

I smile as I look in the miror, grabbing the door knob. Oh! I almost forgot! I flipp back around, facing the mirror. I look over on my white desk, grabing two black hairties, and putting up my low pigtails. Allowing them to hang down my chest.

Yep! Oerfectly awesome as always~

I stepp out my door, my charm braclet rattling as I close my door shut. I smirked, feeling excpecially above today. Gliding down the hallway into the livingroom.

Immediantly I see Morality on the floor the livingroom, making, yet again, another braclet. I can see she is still in her Pj's, a shortsleved white T-shirt, a bit big, still on her shoulders. And mint colored pants long enough to cover her small feet.

Because of this I could see all of her braclets on her arms. I mean, it was worse. Logic made her cut off most of the and store them away, but. Still, she had about ten more on now.

I stared at her, she did not even notice me yet. She was kind of an air head. Her fluffly light blinde hair hung by her shoulder, crazily with bed head. She had her round, thin rimmed glasses on tho, making her light blue eyes a bit enlarged and glowy like.

She now notices me, a bit starttled at my presence, but did a shy smile and wave before hoing back to her work.

I now drew my attention to the cakm, tall, and cold temptress that keaned on the counter, sipping her brewed coffee as she slightly shook her head.

"I see no point in her bother to constently making those things, ill just make her take them off when they get too much." She says with a sigh, only after I started walking towards her.

I chuckled. Morality always fusses about taking them off, even when Logic allows her to make and wear them till they reached her shoulders. How did she move? I smiled, both of us watching the shy but bright girl make another braclet.

When we were all younger she would make them for us all the time, and we all would have about fifty. On. Each. Arm. It was totally in style, that was the only reason why I wore them. Defiently.

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(Deceit Pov.)

I stared, not at all surprised that Anxiety was wide awake, dressed, and just finished a two hour movie. It was 8:03 am.

I smiled slightly, walking over to the already cold coffee that was brewed earlier this mourning. I poured a cup, not caring to microwave it.

Taste good.

I yawned, stretching out my yellow long sleeved shirt, my gery pants touching the floor. I did not need to look in the mirror to know my bobed style brown hair was a frizzy mess, the hidden chuckle from Anxiety as she glanced my way was enough. Somehow, despite the short length, it always frowed out, bad.

I did not care at the moment.

I glanced at Anxiety, her long sleeved dark grey turtle neck shirt standed out on her pale skin. Her black, hooded, sleeveless, button vest over that shirt. Unbuttoned and loose on her. She didnt even need to apply eyeshadow, and she had not today. Her dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep was almost as black and deep as her eyeshadow was.

It worried me some.

I brushed it off, watching as a lazily green alien onsie came out from thw hallway, reveiling now in the livingroom light dark brown hair with a whitish-grey streak hanging out in the clearing for her face.

Dutchess too had a bit of baggyness under her eyes, but eyeshadow was needed if you wanted to notice anything. But right now the top half of her face with her light brown eyes was covered as the big hood draped in her veiw, two green antennas with white puffs at the ends droping down as well.

"Well, that's a sight i'll never get used to," I say, both me and Anxiety stuffling a laugh at the new onsie Treta picked out the other day.

I hope things never change.