Max:

"No!" I shouted playfully, as I saw Ella emerge from the bush, holding a fully loaded water gun.

"Yes!" she shouted back and shot water at me. I ran, before I could get hit, into the house and locked the screen door.

"Haha! You can't get me!" I taunted. She pouted.

"Max-"She started to whine.

"Girls! Time for bed!" Mom called from the upstairs bedroom.

"K, Mom!" We both shouted back. Ella and I shared the large bedroom. The room was awesome, well, at least we think so. You see, El and I like totally different things. Being a 16 year old tomboy and living with your 16 year 'glamour girl', we had to compromise.

Our room is awesome. We both agreed on the halfway point in the room, and then choose our favorite colors. El, being El, chose pink and purple [UGH] and I chose blue and black. We put a piece of tape at the halfway point and painted our halves the colors we wanted. It came out awesome. Then, we put decorations. I put pictures that I drew, took. Then, I put a large M for Max on the wall. I surrounded my entire space with posters of bands: Linkin Park, Falling in Reverse, Fit for Rivals, etc and of TV shows that I loved; Doctor Who, Torchwood, Sherlock, etc.

El put up a sign that said 'Forever El" in a heart, right above her bed. She put a bean bag, pink, of course. Then she put all of her make up crap into the shelves by the door. We did agree to split the large bookshelf in half and share it. We put our favorite movies, books and photos of us together in the shelves that were left over. She also hung a poster of her favorite bands and tv shows.

When we showed mom, she said that we did an amazing job.

"Thanks!" We said together.

Yes, I realize we speak at the same time...a lot, but it's just because we know each other so well. I can predict exactly what she'll say, and she can do the same with me. It's cool, but annoying sometimes.

Now, back to the present time; We both changed into our PJs and climbed into bed, despite our wet hair from our water war only moments ago.

"NIGHT MOM!"

"NIGHT GIRLS!"

-The next morning-

"Max! El!" My mom said from downstairs. "I made pancakes."
El jumped out of bed and fell, tripping over her pink comforter. I stifled a laugh.

"El? Are you okay?" I asked, peeling off my warm blankets and walking over to my dresser. I pulled out my black t-shirt that read 'I might look cute, but trust me, I'm a ninja' and my shirt that said 'If you're happy and you know it...oh' with a t-rex at the bottom.

"Yeah! But, Mom's making PANCAKES!" She said, happily. I shook my head, smiling.

"Yeah, I heard. Now, which shirt should I wear?" I asked, holding each one up.

"Um..." she said, grabbing them both..."Well, I think" she paused and then threw them both behind her. "You should wear this," she said, walking over to her dresser and pulling out a baby blue tanktop and a jean skirt.

"That...?" I asked in disbelief. "You want me to wear that?"

She nodded and shoved it at me. I sighed. Today was going to be a long day