Kieran woke up the next morning to the sound of buzzing and not just because she had dreamed of highlighter bright and black honeybees all night. She rolled off her couch to slap her hand over her mobile loudly ringing to the tune of Flight of the Bumblebees where it had fallen under the coffee table. Ziggy again.

“The editor wants you in the office today, Kiki. Doesn’t look good. I’m coming to get you.”

“I’m not dressed.” She was in pyjamas and a poncho. Nordstrom Rack and Old Navy, comfy as fuck.

“Then, get dressed! Try to look like an adult.”

“Says the woman dressed in overalls 45% of the time?”

Ziggy huffed in offense. She was always offended when Kieran was right. “It’s a look! Just hurry up.”

Right. She was going to have to go with her old standby: the little green dress. Look confident, be confident. Color their world.

“I’ll be ready in ten.”

“You’d better be.”

Kieran dropped her mobile on her Macbook Pro when she’d only meant to drop it on the table. It woke up, still on the comments section of her latest video. As expected the comment count had skyrocketed in the hours after morning dawned in the States. She permitted herself just a second to glance over her exchange with BumblebeeLovely as she rose to get ready for her day. Her eyes lingered on BBL’s userpic. She had a sardonic face at odds with the sweetness of her comments. But those freckles. Even in the tiny 50 x 50 photo, Kieran could pick out the girl’s face full of spots. They made up for the snarky quirk of her brow.

Never thought I’d go for Pippi Longstockings, all covered in dots.She’d helped her friends try scrubbing theirs off with lemon juice when she was in primary school. They all used to think they were the worst thing. The things she’d say if she could tell them about their beautiful selves again. She frowned and rose from the sofa, dropping her clothes on her way to bathroom. If only they were still a part of her life.

Oh, to get my colors young.

She shook her head and picked up the pace. She’d need at least two minutes to grey-coordinate her outfit before Ziggy stormed the castle.

When she tottered past her laptop ten minutes hence, yanked bodily by her best friend, she thought, with absent consideration that BumblebeeLovely looked beautiful in red (#ff0000; strawberries on kissed lips). I wonder if anybody’s ever told her.