We were turning the corner away from my block when I raised my eyebrow and pointed out "I am just impressed you know The Hulk's name."

"Why are we in such a rush?" She went on to ask before adding "The pier is not going to be that busy. Everyone has school on Monday. People have essays to finish."

"No. That is just you." I rebutted with a haughty smile, knowing that she still had her English project waiting for her at home "Some people don't wait until the last minute to start on their English essays. You now have two days to plan and write an essay and I wish you the best of luck."

Lana was more of a creative person. She was in her own world writing songs and singing them to herself when nobody was watching. Her whole life was music.

I was somewhat creative myself in a more literary way. I could not sing but I could come up with a good story. The difference between us was that I could put my creativeness to paper and finish my schoolwork on time.

"That is plenty of time." She tried to argue, waving me off.

"Oh really?" I replied, "It took you a month to write a half-page and it was a personal essay."

"Maybe you are just a massive nerd, Freak Show." She stuck out her tongue at me while nudging her hip against mine "Ever think about that?"

"Freak show?" I repeated before scoffing "You wish you were as cool dressed like me."

If I was being honest, then I was kind of envious of her colourful wardrobe. Ever since I dyed my hair luminous green, I found myself wearing black more.

"I will give you the fact that you can pull off a pink dress better than me." I admitted, motioning down to her sundress.

We tried swapping wardrobes for a joke one time and it did not turn out well. The results made me look like something found in a pantomime or a circus.

Dark clothes and dark make-up was the only thing that suited me.

If I had a flowery fashion sense then I would look less like an eighteen year old girl and more like a china doll.

People were always quick to comment on my pixie-like appearances. My facial features were dainty and small apart from my large bug-eyes. The bright colour and the long length of my hair added to the whimsical look.

The sparkly silver eyeshadow and sharp black eyeliner might have had something to do with it as well.

We eventually arrived at the main seafront and the long promenade. The Santa Monica pier was a place of good food and a place that held a bustling atmosphere. It was the most visited attraction of the city, and it was also where Lana and I spent our nights when we were free of homework.

When the neon lights from the Ferris wheel and the other attractions were so close that they lit up the sidewalk, my phone made a buzzing noise.