I was randomly insprired to write a pageant story. And thus, Pageant Princesses was born! This may have quips of Dan/Reagan, but I'm not sure. Okay, Reagan acts different in this fic, but it's just because she's changing. Change doesn't always mean OOCness.
Natalie's POV
I ran into the shop, squealing in delight. There were racks upon racks of dresses and makeup and accessories.
"I'm in heaven!" I exclaimed happily, running over to look at a dark purple dress.
Reagan and Madison trudged in behind me, looking much less enthusiastic. Madison had a scowl on her face, but Reagan at least had an open look to the store.
"I'm in hell," Madison growled.
"I cannot believe that they are making us do this!" she exploded after a moment of watching me shift through the dresses.
"It's technically your fault that you agreed to the bet, sis. Did you honestly think that you could beat Dan at the video game?" Reagan said, trying to calm down her angry twin.
Madison was fuming, but kept quiet.
"Well, now you're going to have to suck it up and enter the pageant with us!" I told her happily, still fingering the soft satiny material of the dress.
"Oh my god!" Madison suddenly exclaimed, looking at the price tag on a dress. "It's five hundred dollars for this frilly pink thing? They must be insane!"
I shrugged. "That's just the way it is. And you know what else is just the way it is is? I'm going to win!"
"Maybe I'll win!" Madison countered. Then, she looked at her twin. "Or maybe Reagan will win."
Reagan's eyes widened. "No, I mean, Natalie, you have better looks than me, and Madison, if they'd pick one of us, they'd pick you!"
"That doesn't mean you can't try," I told her, showing them a simple but sparkly blue dress. "Reagan, don't you love this color? It matches your eyes so well!"
I didn't think that flattery would work on her, but she came over and picked the dress off the wall.
"Should I try it on?" she asked doubtfully.
Her sister nodded like crazy and shoved her into one of the dressing rooms.
I rolled my eyes behind Madison's back. Sure, we had only done this on a dare, but I was so going to win.
The curtains shuffled and Reagan stepped out. Her long blonde hair was out of the pony tail, and it went down to her mid-back. The dress was v-necked, with sparkles at the top. It really did bring out her eyes.
"I feel so silly!" Reagan said, blushing.
I was stunned momentarily speechless but said, "You look fine."
"Fine? Natalie, Reagan looks like a princess! I guess that's a good thing," Madison said, considering her sister's new look.
I sniffed and grabbed the dark purple dress. Then, I shoved my way into one of the dressing rooms while leaving the Holt twins to fawn over Reagan's dress. It was probably the only time either of them had been in a pretty outfit.
Madison's POV
I had never seen Reagan in a dress other than her ballet one. And even that was more of a skirt than a dress.
"Now you have to try one on!" she said, handing me a green one. "It will look perfect on you!"
I stepped into the changing room and doubtfully slipped the dress over my head. It had a low v-neck that made me feel slightly self-conscience, but decided to show it to Reagan.
She gasped when she saw me and said, "Oh, Madison, you look amazing! I know you'll do better than me."
"Thanks!" I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked. Was that really me? The green brought out the green flecks in my eyes, and made them look bigger.
"Oh, wow." But inside, I knew that I didn't look half as great as Reagan did in her dress.
Just then, Natalie flung the curtain open. She was wearing a purple dress that made her eyes pop and went wonderfully with the dark color of her skin.
"Oh, I look fabulous!" she shrieked, looking at herself in the mirror. "I must have it! Madison, are you guys choosing those dresses?"
I nodded and we went to get changed out of them. "She is so in love with herself," I whispered angrily to Reagan.
"She's just insecure," Reagan told me. Why was she being so . . . nice lately?
"Suuure," I said, rolling my eyes.
Reagan's POV
I had never felt this beautiful before. My family had always frowned on anything girly or frilly. I had to beg to get them to let me take ballet. It was the only time I felt graceful and pretty, not stupid and uncoordinated.
We paid for the dresses and walked out of there with three dresses, one bag of makeup, and two bags of accessories and shoes.
"This pageant is going to be hell," Madison said, sipping at a coffee she had gotten from Starbucks.
"Maybe for you, but I'm going to win." Natalie's high pitched voice penetrated my happy moment and I sighed.
"Natalie, maybe the reason that people find you annoying is that you gloat so much," I told her.
She flipped her hair. "Whatever you say, Holt. You're just jealous."
I felt my muscles tense up and I almost slapped her.
"Why would she be jealous of a prissy girly-girl?" Madison snarled, before I could say anything.
Natalie and Reagan started to argue and I just sat back. I hated how everyone always talked to Madison more than they talked to me. Sure, she was older by a couple of minutes, and sure, maybe she was more outspoken, but she's not the only twin people! Hence the twin part! And I always noticed how everyone addressed Madison first, not me, like when Natalie had spoken the Mad earlier.
I sipped at my latte angrily and thought of the pageant. Madison was sure to show more personality on stage than me, and frankly, although we were twins, she was prettier too.
And Natalie, well, Natalie was Natalie. I'd like to see anyone beat her.
We caught a cab and rode back to the Cahill's mansion. All of the kids had been staying there for about a week now, and we were going to be here for even longer after this.
"We're back!" Natalie called into the house as we walked in.
Dan came charging downstairs and nearly ran into us. "As your official pageant coordinator, I must see your dresses and your routines. Hurry up ladies, we don't have all day."
"Oh, shut up Dan," I said, giving him a shove in the arm as we went upstairs to get changed.
Revieeeeww! Oh, and does anyone here watch Toddlers and Tiaras? If so, just remember, this is actually a professional grown up pageant, not frilly little girls flouncing around in poofy pink skirts. *Serious face* Nah, okay, I can't act serious. Anyhow, review! I like to know what you guys have to say. But be warned, all flames will be used to roast marshmellows.
? of the Chapter: What 39 Clues pairings do you ship, if any?
~Dani (Aka amianfan102)
