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EVIE

Nail polish names are ridiculous. Banana Split yellow, Cherry on Top red, Marshmallow Dream white - was I choosing a colour to paint my toenails or ice cream. I did know for certain, that I was now craving a banana split. Damn you, Sally Hansen 

The plastic container that had been full to the rim with every possible shade of pink imaginable balanced on my lap as the petite nail technician manhandled my feet. For a small lady, she sure gave the Terminator a run for his money. I had lost track of the amount of times she yelled at me in her broken English, her arms wiggling about, to "No move." 

I was scared to even breathe. With careful movements, I picked out two possible colours. A light peachy-pink titled, Princess Peach, and a dark blue colour named, Raining Men. I was known to be indecisive at times and this was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make yet. (Yes - that is an exaggeration and no, I don't care...) 

"I like that one," commented my mom, who had lucked out with the technicians sweet daughter. She pointed to the peach bottle. I rolled the bottle against my hands, closing one eye and pointing the bottle towards my exposed foot. 

"It does scream springtime," I held up the blue and waged between the two different shades. This was why I never went out for pedicures. It was too hard to make a decision. Shrugging my shoulders, I placed the peach polish on the tray beside me. 

"Which one are you going for?"

Lannie, the daughter of Nannie (the Nazi of all nail salons), held out a berry pink Essie bottle.  

"Thought I'd go with Jam & Jelly. Figured it would go well with my soon-to-be tan." 

"Are you really going for a fake tan after this?" I groaned, hitting my head against the back of my chair. 

"No move!" Nannie barked, pulling my foot closer to her and scrubbing extra hard with her buffer. 

It wasn't hard to miss the low snickering of Lannie and my own mother beside me, earning an annoyed glare from myself. 

"Yes - I am," sputtered mom in between childish giggles. "Are you sure you don't want to try it too? It'll look lovely with the peach polish." 

"I am very, very sure. I'm going out with Niall tomorrow night. The last thing I need is to look like I just stepped out of an Oompa Loompa convention." 

"Suit yourself then. That reminds me, when do I get to meet mystery boyfriend," asked mom, her  lips curling into an excited grin. "I still can't believe that you two have been together for two months now and I am yet to meet him. This breaks all those mother-daughter rules we established." 

"Funny how those rules only come into play when I do something to break them... yet I don't even remember making them with you," I point out. 

"That's because you were two. You were also very adamant on your boyfriend being Mr. Rogers. I think his sweaters really did it for your toddler heart." 

"Well sweaters are very cozy," I replied. 

I held my breath as Nannie began to buff away the dead skin at the bottom of my foot. Unfortunately my feet are incredibly ticklish making this part of the pedicure process hell on earth. With every muscle in my body, I tried my damnedest to not move. Holding in my breath and gripping the edge of my chair were the only two things I focused on. 

Once she finished with my feet, I released the breath I was holding. "In," Nannie ordered pointing at the water to wash my feet from any access dry skin. I didn't think twice before plunging my feet into the water as she continued on with my left foot. "This colour?"