thE PiNK ESKiMo

i hope you guys aren't really like this.

it's rather lame, but i hope you like it anyway.

west and i are amazingly twisted. i'm writing this, he will be up soon, hopefully.

“Brenna, Brenna, Brenna,” sang Jess in a bouncy voice, dancing around her friend in circles, her hair fanning out behind her. “Brenna, Brenna, Brenna…”

“Will you shut up for a second?” yelped Bren, rolling her eyes, completely frustrated. She flicked back a strand of light brown hair. “You’re acting just like the kids we’re going to watch! I keep forgetting that you’re sixteen—you act like a five-year-old for God’s sakes!”

Jess stopped, looking at her friend with wide eyes. “Really?” she asked in a sing-song voice. “La, la, la.”

“Ugh.” Bren clapped a hand against her forehead. “You know what? Just get in the car, ok?” She opened the door of her house, grabbing her bag. “Come on, Jess.”

“La, la, la,” said Jess, dancing along behind Bren. She opened the front door of Bren’s car and slammed it hard. Bren flinched and glared at her from the driver’s seat. She was not in a good mood in the first place. Jess didn’t seem to notice. “Where are we going again?’

“We’re baby-sitting,” said Bren, wearily. “We need to do something to get an A in community service, so I signed us up to take care of these little kids in daycare. I asked Cazz to meet us there, so I guess that’s that.”

“Oh, I love taking care of kids,” Jess gushed. “La, la, la.” She sang a rather tuneless song.

“SHUT UP!” roared Bren.

Jess stopped immediately. She just sat, looking quietly outside her window.

The silence scared Bren.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “It’s just that I’m not in a good mood in the first place. I hate little kids.”

“Oh.” Jess sat quietly. “Well, Cazz and I can do everything for you. Cazz said she’d bring Peter Pan, of course I had no idea what she was talking about.” She started to talk rapidly on again, the level of her voice increasing as she went, and Bren smiled. Jess could say the most bizarre nonsense, but hey, they were still the best of friends.

Bren drove silently, listening to Jess’s abundant chatter. Bren grinned. Bren was quiet, and rather shy, but Jess wouldn’t shut up if you paid her. Opposites definitely attracted. Cazz, who’d be meeting them at the daycare place, was sort of moderate. Not too chatty, but not too quiet either. She helped keep Bren from strangling Jess some times, so Cazz could be pretty useful.

“Hey, we’re here,” said Bren abruptly, stopping the car. She stepped out, met by Jess.

“This is where we’re going?” asked Jess in a disbelieving tone. “My God…” She fell silent for once that day, taking in the place that they were going to.

They had been met by a sky-colored building covered in rainbows and hearts and butterflies. A tag over the top of the building read, “Happy Sunshine Daycare.”

“Not your picturesque place for emos,” Bren quipped. “But it’s good for little kids, I guess.” She pulled a bag out of her car that was full of supplies they might need, such as juice boxes, potato chips, etc.

“Hey, there’s Cazz,” pointed out Jess, as a thin figure came to meet up with them.

Cazz came up next to them, holding a bag of stuff too. “I brought Peter Pan and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and some other stuff. So, are we set? I mean, daycare can’t be that hard, can it?” She fingered a lock of her beautiful, reddish hair.

“Ugh,” moaned Bren.

“Stop being such a pessimist,” said Jess in her happy optimistic way that sometimes drove people downright mad. Usually though, it just made her tons of friends. “Little kids can be fun.”

“The last time I baby-sat, the kids tied me to a chair and fed me twenty peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!” said Bren.

Cazz and Jess laughed at her. “Come on, Bren. We can do it.”

Together, they walked into the hot-pink colored doors that were decorated with tiny flowers. Before meeting the kids though, they ran into a skinny guy with dark brown hair.

“TJ!” exclaimed Bren. “What are you doing here?”

“Daycare for me too,” said TJ, who was a kid that went to the same school as all of them. “Cazz told me I could meet up with you. So I brought some things I might need.” He pulled out a bag of hand puppets.

“Yeah ok,” said Jess, pushing all of them towards where several kids were sitting. “Let’s go meet the kids we’re about to take care of, ok?”

“But I don’t want kids,” TJ protested.

Cazz rolled her eyes. “Stupid, we’re taking care of them for the day. You don’t have to keep them.”

“Oh. Ok.” TJ answered.

As they approached the kids, one of them stood up and started yelling at them.

“Uh…” said TJ rather uncertainly.

The kid walked closer, and they could see that he was wearing a ridiculous-looking orange suit. “CHARMANDER!”

“Uh…” It was Jess who was speechless this time.

“What?” asked Bren. “What are you?”

‘Charmander, Charmander,” the kid chanted, walking around in circles.

A girl in a pink dress ran across in front of TJ, making TJ flinch.

Then a middle-aged lady appeared in front of them. “These are the kids. You’re baby-sitting them. Good luck.” She disappeared as fast as she could.

A boy came up and kicked the Charmander kid. “You stink, Weston!”

The Charmander kid, Weston, looked appalled. “No you do Pat!”

“No, I don’t!” stressed the other boy. Pat. “I like Charmed, and Lacy says that Charmed is cooler than Pokémon!”

“Charmed is not cooler than Charmander!” shouted West.

Pat kicked him in the leg.

“Hey, stop!” yelled TJ, running over to pull the boys apart from each other. He almost reached them, but a girl wearing a pink frilly dress came up to him and grabbed hard onto his hand. TJ looked at her.

“You can be my prince,” the girl announced, flicking back her dark brown hair. “You’re special, and you’re very handsome.”

“Thanks,” said TJ. Then he stopped. “What?”

The girl kissed him as far as she could reach up to, which happened to be his thigh. “I’m Princess Nessa, and you can be my prince because you’re,” her voice dropped to a small whisper, “sexy.”

TJ looked horrified. He attempted to pry the girl’s hand off his arm, but he couldn’t. Jess went to go separate Pat and West who were now yelling at each other, about with Charm was better. “CHARMANDER!” “CHARMED!” “POKÉMON!” “PIPER!” Explosions flew out—some fire, some purple sparks. (You see, Pat and West were the sons of a very rich woman who could afford to buy them all real toys. As in, the fire from Charmander’s blasts was real, and the orbs were real too. Lacy happens to be their older sister).

One girl tugged on Cazz’s hand. “What’s your name?”

“Cazz,” Cazz replied shortly. She was watching out to make sure Jess didn’t get hurt.

“I’m Nicole and I’m four years old,” said the little girl proudly, holding up two fingers. “You have a funny name.”

“I don’t!” Cazz protested, looking at Nicole. She rather felt like a small toddler herself.

Nicole smiled. “You’re pretty, you look like Sharpay.”

“What?” Cazz felt rather insulted. After all, Sharpeis were dogs.

“You know,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes. “Like from High School Musical.”

“What’s that?” asked Cazz, feeling slightly ignorant.

“You don’t know?” screeched Nicole. Cazz flinched.

Nicole grabbed Cazz’s hand with her slightly sticky fingers and dragged her away, already jabbering about Ryan and Sharpay and Troy and Gabriella. Cazz tried to pull back, but Nicole just tugged at her.

“AAAH! This is really stupid,” said Cazz aloud.

Five heads turned from the little kids. “You said a bad word,” said Nicole, pointing an accusing finger at Cazz.

“What? Stupid?”

Pat and West jumped on her. “Bad girl! Bad girl! Potty-mouths need a spanking!”

“Princess” Nessa sat hard on Cazz while Pat and West danced around her sending sparks flying out in the air, still arguing about the Charm factor.

Meanwhile, something bit Brenna in the hand. “What?”

She turned to reveal a small girl in a dinosaur suit with very sharp looking teeth. “What was that for?”

“I’m a dinosaur. My name is Hannah! Yay for dinosaurs! Rawr!”

Bren stifled a scream. Little kids freaked her out. Besides, her hand really hurt and it was bleeding. She hoped that Hannah didn’t have rabies.

“This is my sister Sarah,” said Hannah, introducing Bren to another small girl.

Sarah smiled, “Yay for Brenna!”

She looked relatively innocent. Little did they all know how wrong first impressions were.

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i would have been satisfied with pikachu, but west was adamant about charmander. oh well, it's his fault.

west, you can do whatever you want with me.

i hope you liked it, i'm not so funny i know, but i try. <3