Caitie smirked. "Because they'd totally combine their evil mom minds and come up with new tormenty punishments for us," she half-joked. Honestly, it was probably true, though. Caitie's mom had always had this way of making other people see things her way. Even Caitie, when she'd been in her brattier phase, which probably seemed impossible now, always did as her mother asked. "My mom's cheesecake was worse than a no internet/tv/phone punishment." And really, her mom had never gotten to use that punishment, anyway, because she'd been too young to appreciate it before her mother had died.
Making a smug little grin, Caitie bit her lip. "See my point, though! We totally don't want me to get a swelled head..." she trailed off, then chuckled. "Which was kind of your point, too, wasn't it? I think I just screwed myself over," she shook her head.
"I've always said, there's only so many layers you can take off, but you can always put more on,"she shrugged. "But I guess it isn't as bad when you're like... used to it. When you grew up in it." She looked at Maddie with a little smile. "Same with cold, I guess. You get used to it and you just learn to deal with it. And you get better at it. Or something." She sat butterfly style on the bed and took a sip of her coffee now, completely oblivious to Maddie's inner-confusion.
Caitie nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. "I mean, there's a lot of things that I wish hadn't happened, but I am glad that I've got you," she mused. Her other friends, too, and Maddie's family was good to her, but it was Maddie she was the gladdest she'd met. Feelings aside, the bond she shared with the girl was something she'd never had in her life. Not that she hadn't had friends or anything, but there had been no one she'd be willing to go so far out of her way to see smile. "Maybe. But I don't like testing fate like that. I guess everything happens for a reason, no matter how stupid that reason is," she chuckled bitterly.
Her normal color? Caitie chuckled. "Brown. Boring brown," she explained. "And it's normally curly, too." But Caitie spent a half hour straightening it every morning. "I look like a poodle when I don't do anything with it." Fortunately, usually, by the time Maddie got up, it was all taken care of.