Group Message
GROUP MESSAGE
Cassie has added Kinsley to the chat
Cassie has changed the group name to “The Spice Girls”
Blake:
I call Sporty Spice.
Cassie:
As if you would have been any other one? Ha! You kill me.
Blake:
Okay, Scary Spice.
Sydney:
Wouldn’t she be Ginger Spice?
Blake:
Oh no.
Cassie:
Why would I be Ginger?
Is it because I have red hair?
Are you stereotyping me right now?
What? Next you’ll say each of my freckles are a mark of the souls I’ve eaten since I don’t have one of my own. Or I can’t be out in the sun because I’ll burn like a vampire. Or that I’m too feisty for my own good and would gladly take down someone twice my size if they tick off my short temper. Or that my daddy is Satan himself and that’s why I have flames for hair.
Sydney:
…
Scary Spice it is.
Kinsley:
Do I also get to pick or…
Sydney:
Why not Baby Spice?
Blake:
Oh sweet princess angel BABY…
Because that’s you.
Sydney:
Why?
Because Baby Spice is blonde and I’m blonde? Next you’ll say it’s because I’m also obsessed with all things cute and fluffy, bonus points if it’s all pink.
Who’s stereotyping who now?
Blake:
Baby’s got claws.
*gif of kitten meowing with the words “rawr” waving over its head*
Cassie:
They grow up so fast.
Sydney:
No one puts Baby in a corner.
Cassie:
As for you my gorgeous, talented, Kinsley girl…
You are Posh Spice because you ARE our hot HOT mama.
Blake:
Yesssss!
Sydney:
I am SO here for this.
Kinsley:
I accept.
But please don’t call me Mummy.
Cassie:
Riiiight.
You get that enough from your boys…
All three of them.
Sydney:
Three?
Blake:
Wait for it. It’ll come to her.
Kinsley:
*gif of an overly blushing girl with wide eyes*
Sydney:
What?
Oh.
Oh!
No!
Cassiopeia Marie Burrows! That’s my brother!
Blake:
And there it is.
Cassie:
*gif of kid evil laughing*
Kinsley:
If it makes you feel any better, I swear he doesn’t call me that.
Cassie:
What?! Don’t ruin the illusion!
Sydney:
Please ruin it.
For her. Not me.
I’m begging.
Kinsley:
Eh, usually that’s me.
Blake:
I just spit out my drink all over Ryder.
Sydney:
I just threw up all over Lawson.
Cassie:
Yes Kinsley! Go off!
Kinsley:
I had to give her something… I’m sorry.
Cassie:
No she’s not and neither am I.
Blake:
Be grateful because Cassie wouldn’t have stopped until she eventually got something much more scarring.
Kinsley:
And there’s a LOT more.
Cassie:
This is going to be a BEAUTIFUL friendship.