Dude Stone made it possible for us to get in here. Maddie didn’t say that out loud, though. Caitie hadn’t been the one to promise that Dude Stone’s name would stay out of this. With her luck, Caitie might try to blame this whole thing on Dude Stone, which wouldn’t work because people would believe Dude Stone’s side of the story more easily than they’d believe either Caitie or Maddie. “Little Miss Perfect is also Little Miss Boring.” She rolled her eyes. “Can’t even get her to say dirty words, and she’s always calling me immature.”
Ah, a mention of a sister in the present tense. Inward curiosity wasn’t displayed outwardly. Instead, Maddie focused on knocking books off the shelves at random. “You got a sister? She around here somewhere? Brother, too?”
“That right there’s a stereotype, Mr. President. Kinda like all y’all people up here in the North thinkin’ we folks down South are morons,” she explained, thickening her accent and giving her companion a mocking smile. “Either way, it doesn’t matter if he’s gay or not, he’s still boring.”
While the redhead took the task of painting the walls, Maddie took the floor and the furniture. She, too, recalled that the leader guy hadn’t suggested the playground as a good place to play, but that hardly mattered. Laughter filled the room before she realized they were supposed to be quiet. “Pink walls and multicolored everything else.”
“Why does this suddenly make me think of that Ke$ha video?” She was grinning, though. Because tossing glitter around a grown man’s room was hilarious. Tossing another empty container on the floor, Maddie crossed the room to check out the glitter colors. “I claim purple and gold and green. The green matches my hair right now.” Her fingers trailed carelessly through the streaks of green in her hair. As for the purple and gold, well, those were her favorite colors.