Ryder's P.O.V

Carmella walks out the dressing room in black leather pants and a mauve tank top with a black see through off the shoulder crop top. I look at it, "what do you think?" She asks. "It's nice." I say to her, "nice not great? What do you not like about it? I guess it's not that great though." "It's just that I like when you were the cute graffic tees, and jeans, and little dresses and skirts." I comment. She frowns and walks back in the dressing room. I slam my hand on my forehead feeling bad now for what I said.

This time she comes out in a light mauve maxi skirt and white flowery off the shoulder crop top. "What about this? It's kinda like the stuff I used to wear." She says, "that's really nice on you." "You think so?" She asks looking relieved, "yes you look flawless." She smiles and walks through through a hall and I hear a dressing room door close.
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This is the outfit I chose yesterday at the mall and now I am wearing it since Carmella and I are heading to a fro-yo place. We keep walking around and then see it and walk in, her hand finds mine and she holds it.

"Hello how may I help you two?" The lady asks, "um well I think I'll take the.... Chocolate fro-yo with English toffee and chocolate chips." Carmella says, I look at the options while the lady makes Carmella's then she hands it to her with a spoon and Carmella sits at a little table by large window.

Then she looks at me, "and for you? "Um, I'll have vanilla with espresso and walnuts." She does mine and hands it to me, "that's $7.34." I give her the exact amount and then sit with Carmella and take a spoonful as the strong, but calm flavors compliment and flavor my tongue. I crunch on the walnuts as well, then look at Carmella's. I dig my spoon in it and try. The salty, sweet, chocolaty, and bitter flavors are better together.

"Hey, if you try mine I have to try yours." She say, I push it closer to her "oh ew. You have walnuts never mind." I look at her hard, "you don't like walnuts?!" I say too loud, she shakes her head. "They are too watery and bitter. I just, blah." She says, I shake my head and take another spoonful out my yogurt and eat it.

The bell on the door chimes as a a man and pregnant women walk in. They look around and the woman sits at a table in the back relaxing. Carmella looks up at me and smiles, "thanks for that. It was super good." She says, "oh snap, didn't know you were done." I start shoveling my yogurt in my mouth and feel it numbing and freezing. But finish not to long after.

"Is your mouth numb?" She asks, "mmmhm." I hum in a whimper like sound, she laughs sympathetically, "smash your tongue against the roof of your mouth." She says, I do so and it helps just a little,  I grab our garbage and throw it away as we walk out and start heading back to our house.

"So, tell me Mrs.Coltberry,  how was your fro-yo?" I ask her, "really tasty." She says to me, "good, what do you wanna do when we get home?" I ask, "I don't have anything in mind. But if you do then we can it." "Okay then, what about a movie. Ha, or we can do more truth or dare, or a board game, or... anything else." I trail off, "no, no truth or dare. We just played that the other day, and well it was fun but. I don't know if I'd do that again."

"Okay I'll keep that noted. no truth or dare for you again." "Well I guess that helps dile it down. We could play 'Mario Cart'. Although it'll be sad to see you lose, cause I know the game will be just me beating you." I say cockily. She takes her hand away from mine and stops our walking, "oh please, I'm gonna be the one that's winning." She says, I laugh and shake my head at her. "Okay, here's the deal. If I win the game then you have to make me the best and biggest ice cream sundae with anything I want." I say, she shrugs.

"Okay, but if I win you have to show your hidden talent live at Peir 39." I clear my throat nervous that she knows, but try to play it off. "What hidden talent?" "Your awesome singing skills, yeah don't think I didn't know." She says, I smile "okay so it's settled. Let the games begin." I say.

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"Okay, final race." Carmella says, right now I have third overall and she has fourth, in all honesty I am nervous she'll win. Then everyone will hear my voice, and then comes people liking it, and gigs, and fans, and albums, then fame. And I don't think that would be good if it happened, specially since college is on my plate, and rumors will spread.

"Okay second lap," I race down paths and take any shortcuts I can set my eyes on. But I guess Carmella has the same concepts as I, and then she gets a bullet to make her go faster. "NO! You cheater, how dare you?!" Carmella starts laughing and then just continues to do amazingly.

As the sky darkens and minutes pass the game finally comes to an end, and the overall score. Well that doesn't matter. But what does is that Carmella won, and now I have to sing in public. And hope my talent doesn't take me on a road to fame.