Besides Blush, I may have my own original characters. You could say I want Blush to look a bit like Katy Perry (or at least she is the inspiration for Blush). This is a story I have had in my head for a long time. Enjoy. This is Blush.

Chapter: Just Plain and Simple, Right?

I was against the idea from the moment I heard it.

A whole summer away from the Valley does sound nice. But not when you have to spend it with your twin cousins who can be a bit intense. Not to mention high maintenance and pristine. Don't get me wrong I love them both to death but I knew what they had in store for me.

They were Shelley and Lavinia Ward. They would have been identical from the jet black hair, sun-kissed skin and thin frames, but it was Lavinia who made them different with her little beauty mark (as she called it, where as I just said it was a mole) above her lip and her green eyes. I will admit they were beautiful. But me I was just...

Plain.

Simple.

I was Susana Blush Ward. The one with the boring brown/red hair (or as Shelley calls it Auburn) that falls straight down my back with the split ends. I had somewhat tanned skin but I wouldn't call it sun-kissed. I wasn't ugly, I was just plain and simple.

Until now.

"Blush, stop moving or else I will poke your eye out!" It was Lavinia this this time who had to yell at me to keep still.

I sighed as I gave in and stopped fidgeting, "It's not my fault that, that, that thing keeps freaking me out! Plus these rollers are beginning to make my scalp itch."

"Blush, it is called an eyelash curler and calm down about the rollers they are not making your scalp itch; they are barely even touching your scalp," Shelley said as she finished the final coat of the light pink on my toe nails.

As I sighed once again and I looked over to see Lavinia hold up a really pointy eye liner. I flinched and gave a kick to Shelley who was holding my foot still.

"Ow!" Shelley screamed as she rubbed her shoulder which I somehow ended up kicking.

"No, no, no ,no. Now you are really going to poke my eye out!"

"Susana Blush Ward! I swear if you do not hold still I will tattoo a beauty mark on your face!" Lavinia threatened me.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry I flipped. Shell did I really hit you hard?" I asked as she was inspecting her shoulder in the mirror.

She looked up at me through the mirror and smile as she shook her head. "Oh Blush what are we ever going to do with you."

"Alright Blush, take a deep breath and close your eyes," Lavinia teased. But being me I did as she told me to, because I sure as hell needed that deep breath.

The afternoon kept going and they finished up my hair and make-up and whatever else they did. Next thing I knew I was standing in front of the mirror wearing blue shorts and a white halter top with ruffles along the top.

"Oh lord," I whispered as I stared at my reflection.

"Yes dear cousin say goodbye to dirty jeans and hello to those long legs of yours. Shaven long legs might I add," Shelley smirked as she stared at my reflection as well.

"Who would have thought Blush, you have boobs," Lavinia laughed.

"Oh lord," I whispered once again as I did the most unfortunate thing. I blushed.

"Shell look she's blushing!"

"Aww Blush is blushing!"

I blushed even more as they continued laughing. Blush was the worst middle name ever but you must blame my mommy dearest. I was one of those babies who had the rosy cheeks when I was born. My mom tells me over and over how she saw my "rosy complexion" and immediately said I was blushing; and for some reason Blush seemed like a good idea for a name. And no one lets me live it down. Especially them. No not my cousins (or mother) but them. The boys.

For having such a girly name I was a bit of a tomboy. As you could probably figure out from the makeover. Now I didn't look like a complete boy but jeans and t-shirt were my thing. Of course i had to have some dresses for those special occasions but believe me they were in the back of my closet.

But the boys were my friends. They were my brothers as you can say; always had my back. And they taught me how to play ball, and boy do they regret it. For some reason I excelled at the game. I hit hard, threw hard and ran fast. They thought of me as one of the boys, as they forget sometimes. Ham once elbowed me in my boob as he crashed into me while I ran to home plate. Everyone froze as I sat on the ground rubbing the spot that stung from the pain and as I saw everyone stare, I blushed. The reddest blush ever. And they laughed, helped me up and patted my back.

"Sorry Blush," Ham laughed as he punched my shoulder.

I glared at him and punched him back "Better be." And as Ham moaned in pain every one laughed once again.

"You may be a girl but you hit like a boy," Benny said. "You really are one of us."

And he was right. I had bruises on my legs, arms and could burp like one of the boys. And I was fine with it. I had fun playing baseball. I was fine with being plain and simple.

But I stared at myself and realized I was beautiful. My skin was sun-kissed and did not clash with my auburn hair. My eyes were a light brown that had a shine in them. And my boobs did look good.

I couldn't help but smile and join in laughing with the girls. It was this moment that I did not hate going away for the Summer.

I wasn't going to give up who I was. But who said you had to be plain and simple to play baseball?

"Oh look you have a beauty mark!" Lavinia exclaimed as she pinched my hip were I assumed was the beauty mark.

Of course this made them laugh more and I joined in, for I had just called a mole a beauty mark.