The blonde watched the screen intently as the two girls walked on the beach.
One of them, bore a fake tan, and a skimpy bikini. The other, desperately trying to cover any cleavage at all. She pulled up on her tank-top, only to have it fall down. And again, she pulled up, and it fell.
"I give up." The black haired girl spoke.
"Hm?"
"With my tank-top. It's not staying up."
"Oh well, just let them breathe once in a while. And maybe if you do you'll get a boyfriend."
"Em, being a slut won't get me anywhere. And plus, I've had plenty of boyfriends." The black headed girl replied, defending herself.
"The first one you broke up with because it was too awkward, and your last relationship, he cheated on you."
The blonde felt slight sympathy over the back-haired teen talking to the fake blonde woman who appeared to be her sister. He continued watching the screen, staring intently at the black-headed girl.
"So, I've had a couple bad relationships. Doesn't mean anything."
"Yes it does. It means you suck at finding someone worth loving." The tan one said as she winked at one of the guys at the beach. The dark-haired girl looked down.
"And everyone you think that's worth 'loving' you usually just have sex with them and if they're not in your size limit you leave them."
"Yeah, so?"
"That just means that you're not in love. You're just a slut."
The blonde gasped. "I am not! I just like a guy that's a reasonable size." She said defending herself.
"And I just like a guy who doesn't want just sex." The girl said under her breathe.
"Whatever. You go and be emo here, and I'm going to talk to Mr. Buff over there." The blonde said winking at a relatively muscular man.
The dark-haired girl lifted her heavily-lined eyes and stared the blonde in the eyes.
"Okay, Emily. I'm sick of you calling me emo. Just because my hair is died black, I wear dark eyeliner, I have a tendency to wear skin-tight pants, and band-tees, does NOT mean I'm emo. If I were emo, I wouldn't have decided to come to the beach with you so you can whore yourself out!" The teen stood up, furious with the blonde supposedly named Emily.
"Okay, okay. I get it, Brae. You're not 'emo', you're just jealous that I can get a guy and you can't because I'm far more prettier than you."
"Dude, Em, we're sisters. We look alike. Everybody knows that."
"Well, I'm still prettier." The blonde stuck her nose up and walked away, leaving her little sister behind.
The dark-haired girl looked down and sat back down, it appeared as she was about to cry.
The blondes ice-blue eyes stared at the screen with anger. He frowned.
"Don't believe her. She's lying to you." He said aloud as if she could hear him.
"Watching your little friend again Demyx?" A voice had said behind him. He turned around.
"She's not my friend, Axel. She doesn't even know me."
"Well, why not make yourself known?"
"Because, I'm not allowed to." His eyes had shifted from the tall redhead leaning against the door frame back to the screen.
"Well, Xemnas wants to talk to you apparently. Maybe he's giving you permission to retrieve her from her lie of a world, eh?"
"Doubt it."
"Well, you still have to go." The redhead spoke demandingly, pushing the blonde out of the room."