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"Ow!" Y/n bit in between her fingers to try relieve the itch she felt in the morning.
The sun had barely risen and she was already in a one piece swimsuit, standing on the sand with her signature surf board and flannel over her togs.
Sighing slightly in frustration, Y/n put her board down and started to furiously itch at the spot in between her fingers.
"Um...Y/n?"
Y/n jumped at the call and her hands flew behind her as she made eye contact with her blonde barbie.
"Oh! Uh Barbie! Funny seeing you here, you know, so early in the morning! Not that you can't be here so early in the morning!!!" Y/n began to ramble
Barbie let a small smile of endearment rest on her face as she stared at the girl she thought of as a sister.
"Are you alright, Y/n?" She adjusted her hat before sitting down perfectly on the sand
Y/n laughed and scratched her neck.
'How is she so perfect! I can't let barbie think there's a problem with me!!' She thought in slight panic
"Yep! Perfectly fine! Just doing my job, heh heh" Y/n smiled and waved her hand around as if nothing was wrong but the vibrant red dots on her fingers said otherwise.
"So how is 'beach' going for you?" Barbie patted the sand next to her, gesturing for Y/n to sit next to her.
"It's going great!" Y/n visibly perked up and started ranting about how beach was such a tough job and flexing her (ever so slightly existent) big muscles to impress the other female.
Barbie giggled and patted Y/ns hand before pulling out a book and leaving Y/n to 'beach' which was just another way of saying to pose with a surfboard and look cool.
Y/n felt her hand itch again and looked over at barbie who was looking at her book before quickly glancing back to her hand and furiously itching at it.
'So. Fricken. Itchy-'
"Gah!"
A white web connected her hand and the ground.
Y/n quickly glanced back to barbie before furiously tugging back at her hand in a way to try snap the web which didn't work.
Seeing that, Y/n began to panic.
She bit at the web, it didn't snap.
She pulled at it, it didn't snap.
She smacked it with her surfboard... it didn't snap.
"Ahhh!" Y/n yelled out in frustration only for it to snap the moment barbie looked up and for her to fall on her bum and look stupid.
Y/n blinked owlishly.
Getting up and laughing it off, she turned away from barbie with a red face.
As more people gathered in the beach as the sun rose high into the sky, Y/n was still glaring at the sand where the snapped web was lying.
She poked at it and it stuck to her fingers.
'Woah.' She thought
Bringing it up to her face in fascination.
"Barbie-"
Y/n looked up and flicked her hair back, freezing at the sound of something ripping.
'Was that my pants!?' She panicked
'Oh wait... I'm not wearing pants.' She shrugged and turned around.
Her jaw dropped.