Paulette
"Now you're all ready for you're big trial!" I smiled at Elle, "are you sure you don't want me to paint little gavels on them for ya'?" I asked, wiggling my fingers.
"That's okay Paulette," Elle held up her hand, looking at her nails, "that may be a bit too much…"
"Alright, classy lawyer pink it is!" I scooted my seat in, "oh when those jury people see those nails, they'll know they can trust you!" I half-sang.
"Which is more than what my team is doing!" she said, "they're all over me to give up Brooke's alibi!" I took real interest in this.
"Even your friend…Emmett?" I asked slyly.
"Well he's on the team to," she told me.
"In more ways than one…" I shook my head and started off into space. Only to see when I looked back at Elle, her jaw was open and a blush was spreading across her face. I began to laugh.
"Oh, oh-h-h-h," I chortled, "I've seen the way he looks at you!" I laughed. Elle's blush deepened.
"Paulette!" she protested, her voice three octaves higher than usual. "He's just my friend!" she said, her voice at a regular decible.
"Oh! Right…"
More like yeah right… I thought to myself.
"Well I could use a friend like that…" I sighed. Then I heard the door open. Probably another customer wanting a dye-job or something. I ignored it and decided that one of the other girls could get it. Until…
"I've got a package!"
A/n: This sucks. I know. But hey! Insparation stuck me and I typed this up in approximately....five to ten minutes or so.