Saying that your friend was a girly-girl is a little bit of an understatement. You shared a house room...and almost everything was pink on her side of it. Almost like a Barbie tornado came and went in a split second. Pink walls, pink trinkets, pink nails, you name it. You didn't have the heart to tell her that your eyes were hurting when you walked into her room, she was too excited about the makeover. Like squealing and taking multiple photos type excited. Then...she tried to pass it on to you.

Now..the juxtaposition here is that..you were always more on the tomboy side. Pink never really made you look good, it didn't fit your "vibe". So when you met Blake, it was a total 180 for you. You were polar opposites, and she had to hold you down (often against your will) to even take a mascara wand to your eyes. Once, she glammed you up for a girl's night out and all you were able to do was laugh in shock when she put the mirror up to your face. Let's just say...that night out didn't end up happening. It ended with Blake turning her back to you and showing the wall her lovely glare.

Nevertheless, you tried for your best friend. You try to get into pink, try to learn to do makeup, and try (so, so, SO hard) to buy a dress. Blake always says that she's appreciating the effort, but that you always look like it physically hurts to pick up anything girly. So, she just settled on the fact that a balance was the best thing for your sake.

You two decided to go to the mall one day. You two walk into a Pacsun and she turns to you. "I just wanted to introduce you to the color, sweetie-cakes." Blake chuckles at the intentionally corny pet name. "But you don't have to change yourself for me, you know. I love your style so much. Tomboys can rock pink too!" She holds up a pink sweater vest and gasps, "This is so you. You love these! We should get some stuff..and let you try it on. So you can feel comfortable in a new color while also being you!"