Ava groaned as she sat down in the large spinning chair and saw you pull out your makeup supplies. You were always like this; all elegant and quaint. You were pretty much a Barbie compared to herself. Ava had no problem being a tomboy but what she did have a problem with was you. She had fallen for you, hard and couldn't help but think you were far out of her league because objectively you were. She didn't even understand why someone like you would willingly come to a run down and underpaid summer camp. Ava was the mud on the ground and you were the flowers. Though when you brought up the idea of giving her a makeover, Ava immediately took it as an excuse to get you touch her face. Unfortunately, she got exactly what she wanted and could barely contain herself.

Just don't make me look like a clown alright? I don't need the kids nor Noah calling me Pennywise or saying "honk honk" over and over again. Last time I freshened up even a bit, they started calling me princess and it was horrible!