Fanfic: "Fashion Club."

by Thomas Greene.

Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of MTV. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
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Part One.

DAMMIT, WHY DOES THAT BITCH GET BETTER TITS THAN I DO?

Oh, *hi there!* I should get into this a little more. I met up with Brittany at cheerleading tryouts. My parents said that it would look good on college transcripts, like I need those now. I think it was more because they wanted a little cheerleader in the house and knew that my sister wouldn't go for it. So I go to this meeting, right? I meet up with the chick.
"Oh, hi! You're trying out, right? That is so great! We're going to be such good friends!" I couldn't believe this bitch.
I tried for it. Ah, so what if this was the way it would be? It got to add something to my week. Between dates, school, and shopping, I had nothing new to add to it. I still managed to fit some new stuff in there.
Mondays were cheerleading, Tuesdays was that awful newspaper (I swear, mimeograph ink does SO badly on my skin!), Wednesdays was some team sports thing that I could care less about, Thursdays was drama (Those guys are hot. If they weren't all gay...), and Fridays was some community service thing at a testicular cancer ward. Damn, those guys are downers. I bet that stuff could even make someone like Tom Green all moody and somber. Well, back to *my story*! I began to notice these things. I began to get respect at these places. I eventually noticed this one chick at all of the same functions. I eventually kept going between things on whether to call her on it or not. Eventually, I decided to.
"Now, this is a good one. Most of you have gotten your mandatory community service out of the way! Let's all have a group hug!" That teacher, I swear, was SO annoying :)! I managed to find that...that "Visitor."
"I know what you're up to." I told her.
"What?" she asked.
"About being a visitor."
"Well, you are too, right?"
"I'll go to them and tell them you're not honest about it."
"I'll do the same thing on you."
We quickly left there and headed out.
"So, if you're going to be at these things, do you think we should know each other?" I asked.
"Well, sure. Okay. My name's Jane."
"Hey. I think we should decide to split these up evenly."
"Okay. How about you take cheerleading Mondays?"
"Okay. You have that newspaper thing."
"Okay, but you're taking the cancer ward."
"Fine. You've got sports. You're better, anyways."
"Well, that leaves drama."
"I want that."
"Well, I like it too."
"That's your favorite as well? Damn!"
"Okay, how's about we split it? You take odd weeks, I take even weeks?"
"Um, what's odd weeks?"
"*sigh* You take the first and third week, I take second and fourth."
"Oh. Okay. Shouldn't we exchange phone numbers, you know, in case we want to switch weeks or something?"
"I think I could do that." We exchanged numbers and left.

Ever since that time, I had a little more time on my hands. I tried to shop a bit more, but soon Mummy and Daddy's credit cards were maxed out. I tried adding a couple guys to the many I was dating, but they all got jealous and took me on Jerry Springer to tell me that they were each dating members of the Budweiser Clydesdales. I was so hurt! Luckily, the parents had paid off their bills, so I used some pretense to claim that I was going to visit colleges in New York to fly up there and do some hardcore shopping.
"So, you're going up to New York too?" the girl next to me asked.
"Well, yeah. Shopping calls, " I replied.
"Awesome. Me too. What's your business?"
"Nothing much. Trying to keep mom and dad from cutting me off to go work at Burger World and dip things into hot fat."
"My name's Quinn Morgendorffer. I deal in moisturizing creams and other stuff like that." She opened her backpack to reveal some really good stuff. I tried a little to amazing results.
"So, how much does that make?"
"Pretty good, actually. They see me, they want to get my cream. They also buy a lot of the stuff."
We talked throughout the flight. She took me over to some good places to get some sweet deals, leaving me looking fab-u-lous! We got back to the airport the next day.

That's strange, no one's here to pick me up. They should've at least had "Sis" get me a ride. I took a cab over to the place. I got there quickly. My house was in rubble.
"I take it you cannot pay me?" the driver asked. I flashed him quickly and ran out of the car. The neighbors told me how my parents had died in the explosion. Great. I'm homeless, I'm an orphan, who do I call?

I fish around in my purse and find the card Quinn gave me. I call the number up.
"Hi, you've reached Quinn's place. Leave your number."
"Hi, my house blew up. My parents are dead. I need a place to crash." Quinn picked the phone up.
"I'll be right over there." She picked me up as we headed over to her house.
"Hey, how did you get your license at 14?"
"What the man doesn't know doesn't hurt him. Come on, let's stop over here. The guy quotient is huge."
We stopped in and checked things out. The pizza was choice, the music was okay, and as she said, the guys were hotties. We filled up on the food and the free refill soda and left for the parking lot.
"So, why are we out here?"
"Let me ask you, honestly. Have you ever modeled?"
"A couple times."
"I mean, competitively? wo-mano a wo-mano?"
"Not yet."
"You mean you've never fought with a woman to see who was more attractive? How much can you know about yourself if you've never modeled as a competitor?"
"I don't know."
"Well, there are guys out there. Let's see if they want to check this."
We went into the back of the parking lot. Quinn started walking as if it was a great runway. I followed in the same manner. The guys couldn't stop drooling. We kept at it all night until they had to leave.

Stay tuned for part two.