Chapter 7

*Ariana*

"No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

"Oh no, there she goes again with that look that says, 'Look at me, I'm Ariana Kings, The Almighty one,'" Bel said, motioning to Ash and Kyle.

"Buh y'all know it's true and you love me for that. Right?.." I asked, turning to face the mirror. Surprisingly, I got no answers.

"Don't you guys love me?" I asked, pulling a puppy face.

"Ya, keep thinking that," Kyle said coolly.

"Kyle Johnson!" I yelled.

"Oooh" Bel chuckled.

"Don't mind them, sweetie, you know I love you," Ashton cooed, hugging me. You know, Ashton can be very nice to people when he's had his pills—you know, to his friends.

Also, did I forget to mention that Ashton is gay? I guess I did. Oops, sorry. Well, he... Wait a minute. Johnson?

"You know, Kyle, I just realized that you and that other guy that hangs with my patatino have the same surname."

"Uhh... What's a Patatino again?" He asked dumbly.

This fool. If I could just stran... Deep breath, Ari.

"The guy I told you guys about on our way back from school," I said with a sweet smile—

"Oh, you mean the hot Johnson?" Ashton asked, surprisingly gleefully.

"Uh.. yh, with blonde hair. And please don't call him hot with that look on your face, you're kinda giving off pervy vibes." We all laughed.

"Haha, very funny," Ashton said dryly.

"Anyways... Are we going diving or what?" Bel yelled.

"Yh we are!" I need to feel the adrenaline rushing through me.

After an amazing dive, we all went home.

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5 hours later

"Ari!!" Someone yelled.

"People, I'm telling you, don't deserve the right to speak. I mean, who yells like they're mentally disorganized?"

"Ari, daddy's home!" My dad sang joyously.

Right... I'm at home. I totally forgot. Thank God nobody heard me. Unless I'll be needing therapy for mannerisms recovery—if that was ever a thing.

"Yes, Daddy!" I yelled back, jumping up. My dad embraced me so tight. Jesus Christ! Take me now.

"How's my baby doing today? How was my baby's first day of school?" My dad started. I need to answer quickly before the entire family starts with the questions.

"I'm fine and school was very fun today. I learned a lot, behaved well, getting good grades." Fun indeed.

"That's my girl! You know you can do anything you want, even at school. You don't have to worry about anything. You know daddy will always take care of it." Jeez, this man talks too much.

"I know, daddy, you're the best. But I have to be considerate too. I don't want to be known as a spoilt brat," I said, purposefully pouting, putting on my Oscar award acting face.

"No one will ever call you a spoilt brat—not if they are willing to stay in this city," My dad said with a semi-psychopathic face. I guess I got the psychopathy from my dad.

"Okay," I said with a hug.

"You need to go shower, dad, you stink," I said with a laugh, about to escape before Mrs. Kings arrives.

"Yh, go do whatever you were doing. Dinner will be ready soon.. I'm cooking," My dad said with a smile.

"Yes, Daddy!" I started victory dancing, doing the floss dance. What? Don't give me that look—dad's cooking is the best.

And then suddenly—

"Why are we all celebrating?" My mom said, closing the door.

Aisssssssshhhhhhh....

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A/N

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