I wrote this one in 20 minutes just thinking about Mean Girls in general. it doesn't have much plot, but I was trying to think about the other side of the movie - Regina and Gretchen's response to Cady, not Cady's response to them. This is only my second fic, but please tell me what I can do better.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mean Girls. I do not own Starbucks.
"Cady's nice!" said Gretchen Weiners happily, once seated in the passenger seat of her best friend's car. Regina was in a weird mood, and she thought the subject change would ease some tension. Not so.
"Well she's a damn bit better than that stupid biatch Karen," said Regina angrily. There was a pause as she nearly hit another car, and swore under her breath. "I mean, she said she'd go and get coffee with us! She can't just bail on us for some…fish-faced jock." Gretchen laughed excitedly. It was fun bitching about Karen, but she was too soft a target. Her boyfriend was better.
"I don't know, his friend was kind of hot…in a boring kind of way," she teased.
"Hah! Well knowing Karen, she'll have gotten to know both of them quite well by the time she's home. But what were you saying earlier?"
"Oh, Cady. She's kind of nice, don't you think? Africa girl?"
"Oh, yeah. Kind of weird, though."
"Guess so. But I guess it's nice to see new people," Gretchen said anxiously.
"God, tell me about it. I mean if our so-called 'friend' can't even show up for fricking coffee –God, Karen's been pissing me off. I don't know why she thinks she can hang around with us," she continued quickly. "She's like our fricking wall decoration or something!"
Gretchen giggled. "Wall decoration?"
"Painting. Whatever. Looks pretty! Doesn't move!"
They pulled in to Starbucks and got out of the car, fiddling with their hair and straightening their skirts, still laughing at the thought of Karen as wall-decoration.
"Seriously, Gretch, I think we should just ditch her…ditch the bitch…"
Gretchen was worried, though. She always felt tied between her two friends.
"Come on Regina. It was one coffee. We're having fun without her," she said, grabbing a drink from the counter.
"It's not the one damn coffee, it's everything! I mean if she was here she'd be either saying nothing, or talking about her last phone-sex session like…five minutes ago."
Gretchen smiled but said nothing, sipping thoughtfully at her latte. "Still, she is our friend, right?"
Regina said nothing for a while and then smiled devilishly. "Let's replace her with Africa girl. She'd make us look better, anyway, and probably hasn't seen enough males to ignore us for some."
Gretchen cracked up. "Well if she carries on looking across the lunch hall at Janis Ian, I'd say guys weren't her thing…"
The two collapsed in to laughter and left the Starbucks arm in arm. Friends again.