"Dude Stone is kind of a jerk though." Caitie had no idea about his helpful hand in their current escapade, all she knew was what she'd overheard the stripper and her boyfriend saying back in the day about how he'd had some kind of hand in when Liberty Island had been attacked. "Only normal one is the youngest. She's too nice, though. A total Little Miss Perfect." Rolling her eyes, Caitie shrugged. "But everyone around here seems to bow down at their royal feet, so I guess I should suck it up and deal." Or just make their lives a living hell. Either way worked for her.
Snorting a laugh, Caitie nodded. "Sparkled in the sunlight and played baseball like a champ. Who wouldn't want such a twinkly god to bless their life and be the only thing to make them feel self-worth?" God help her if she ever became like that albino freak.
Her sister. Caitie nodded, but didn't say anything, her mind going to Christina, and wondering where she was and if she was okay. Christina was the smart Dallas, so she probably was. "If it was me, I wouldn't trust my sister not to shove the mattress off the top bunk and make me and whoever I was up there with get concussions on the floor or something." Actually, that would've been more of a Ryan thing than a Christina thing, but she still felt like saying it.
Caitie dismissed Maddie's theory with a shake of her head. "Don't gay dudes usually have good taste in decorations? Besides he kinda seems like the type of guy who wouldn't care what people thought about it if he liked guys," she added. Caitie wished she could be that brave about her crushes on various girls, sometimes.
The blob of pink paint dripped its way down the wall and she watched it, grin growing in both size and mischief. There were a ton other colors in there, but she wanted to get what she could out of the blob of pink first. She stepped forward, pulling her sleeve up and sliding all five fingers into the paint to spread it across the wall as much as she could. "Pink walls. I promised people, didn't I?" she asked with a wry grin. No, the French guy hadn't suggested that she play on the playground, but that didn't matter to her. People had, and this was fun.
"That's what I was thinking!" she said excitedly to the other girl. "I brought glitter..." she added with a little bit of a grin. "'Cause we talked about it on the forums." She reached into her side pack and pulled out six tubes of glitter that she'd snagged from an art store in Ossining. "Three each. Pick your colors!"