A/N 6.4.13: OHHHEMGEE. I remember how excited I was. It hurrttttsss
So were good, some were ehhh, some I was quite fond of, but for the most part it was just alright. Still pretty feelsy though.
Here's Happy Birthday Keepers, written in the days of Amanda Katrice Granger...enjoy! :)
YAY!
I also can get away with writing a multi-chap of oneshots!
You see, NYKK was a warm-up. Now, I shall put you through six more stories of birthdays. Of each of the Keepers. Fun, right?
Because it's oneshots, I won't cry this time after the last one. I promise. *I really can't promise anything*
I'm doing Charlene first, because I never do anything with her. I don't know why, but I'm gonna make it up to her anyway. Yeah. I'm making something up to a fictional character.
DISCLAIMER- I'm just gonna put one here 'cause I'm gonna forget in all of the other chapters. Don't own nuttin'.
ALSO- Yes, Willa's literally a clone of Charlie in this. Compleeeetely OOC. Eh. Deal with it.
Happy Birthday, Keepers: Charlene
Aaaaand she sticks it! She sticks the landing and the crowd goes wild!
As the applause died down in her head, she finished the back-hand-spring and ran of the mat, smiling like crazy.
Good job, Charlie, she encouraged herself, going to the bench and taking a swig of water. Now you have to do it on the balance beam.
The whistle sounded and she and her gymnast friends gathered around the coach, wearing a red jumpsuit and a smile like her diamond earrings.
"Nice job, girls," she nodded. "Keep on working for the competition on Saturday. We got extra practice this Monday from six to seven See ya there!"
The gymnasts walked away happily, a couple wishing Charlie a happy birthday. She responded with grins and thank yous as she walked to the coach.
"Hey, mom."
"Hey, girlfriend. Ready to go?"
Charlie held up her purple-sparkly-overflowing gym bag. "Yep."
"Hmm…blue…green…pink."
Holding up three different Aero tops, she raised each hanger to the navy skinny jeans that were hanging on the doorknob.
"…Pink."
Turning up Some Nights that was already blasting, she sang along quietly, nodding her head on the louder beats and stepping in time to the lyrics.
Her hair was up, her makeup was on, her shoes were picked out, but all she needed now was the lip gloss. (NYC clear lip gloss, to be exact, which was on sale in Sephora for 5.99. She just had to take advantage of that sale. Especially because she didn't have any lip gloss left.)
And this wasn't exactly a problem, (even though she'll have to do with some random pink unopened tube until the real stuff is in her hands and paid for.) Because today, her bestie Willa had promised her to take her to the mall and buy her that for her birthday. And maybe a few other things.
And Charlene was psyched, particularly because that buying your favorite lip gloss on your birthday is good luck. (Well, she didn't have proof. But maybe.)
But it was gonna be fun tonight- two best buds, shopping till they dropped and/or passed out because not having enough frappuccinos. Even though they were going to get, like, ten. In short, it was gonna be boss.
The doorbell sounded and she flew down the stairs, securing her earrings. She opened the door to find a glasses-wearin' handbag-holdin' girl.
"Cute shirt. American Eagle?"
"Aero."
"Nice. Happy birthday, hun," Willa smiled, handing her a ten dollar Starbuck gift card. "Ready to go? For, like, ten hours?"
"Yep." Charlene turned her head and screamed into the house. "MOOOOOM! SEE YA TONIGHT!"
"K!" her mom responded, probably in the kitchen.
"Let's go," Charlie said, pulling her Coach bag on her shoulder while closing the door behind her.
"And that's how you do it," Charlene laughed, walking out of Hollister with five bags of stuff.
"I just don't believe it," Willa shook her head. "I mean, ten shirts and three pairs of jeans. For twenty bucks. That's, like, illegal."
"Otherwise known as the half off sale!" Charlene sang, high-fiving Willa, almost dropping her Starbucks cup of pure epicness.
"Okay…where to next?" Willa asked, holding less bags because her items were able to fit into only two. Charlene almost growled.
"Um…" She bit her lip as she passed an ice cream shop. She stopped abruptly.
She looked to Willa, not needing to speak.
Willa gave a sly smile. "It's your birthday. We can eat bad."
"And we'll be running for our lives like maniacs tonight. I'll burn it off."
Now completely sugared up and rarin' to go for maybe eleven hours, the girls were weighed down by ten bags (each) of pure drawer-filling girl-heaven.
Charlene, about to fall under the bags, smiled like she only had nine. Maybe it was the caffeine, but she was so excited that she could burst. Closet, meet my new best friends! This one's name's Purple Henley, and this one's Over-the-Shoulder and/or Top, this one's Twenty Percent off, and this one's-
"Oh my gosh."
"What?" Willa asked, getting even closer to her. "Is it the frapp? Are you seeing any strange things?"
"YES!" She screamed, looking at her watch. "It's 10:50!"
"Meaning?"
"SEPHORA'S CLOSING IN TEN!" Charlene screamed. And they were off, scrambling like insane wackadoos to the stairs.
"Of course its on the last floor," Willa shook her head, keeping one hand on her glasses and the rest holding the bags.
"Watch your step!" Charlene yelled as she ran two steps at a time.
Finally, they were off the steps, and the ran to the doors, bursting into Sephora and sprinting to the NYC section in the back, Charlene hearing Willa's constant "Go, go, go, go, GO!"
And the stopped running, because she saw the shelf completely dedicated to lip gloss.
"Huh."
She must have misread the ad. It said two tubes for $5.99.
"Score," Charlie whispered, reaching for two tubes of the clear. Now I can make sure this doesn't happen again. Doubles!
Charlie dug in her bag for her wallet, but Willa stopped her.
"I got it," she said, grabbing her money.
"Willa, no," she complained. "You got everything else. It's six bucks. I got it."
"No. It's 5.99. And it's technically fair. If you see only one tube on your nightstand tonight…don't bother asking," she teased.
"Wills, you're the best."
"Why, thank you," she smiled, on her way to the paying counter. "It's 10:56," she said plainly.
"GO!" Charlene yelled, and Willa charged ahead.
Charlie ran right behind her, shaking her head and smiling.
I got the best friend ever.
Happy birthday, Charlene.
Aw. *everybody say aw* Sweet. Review? Next week's birthday is...I don't know.
