Welcome readers and loyal followers, thus is my seven chapter entry for the 'Seven Colors of the Rainbow Challenge.' These one-shots take place during Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover I hope you like them Please R&R If you like them and think that this isn't a colossal waste of time
Red
Rated K+/T
Word Count: 569
"Macey, sweetheart, darling, if you don't do this I'm sure your father would agree that cancelling all your credit cards would be a very fair punishment," Cynthia McHenry said while fluffing the bottom of her 16 year old daughter's dress, "You truly do look beautiful tonight Bell." Cynthia said using her favorite nickname for her daughter, well her favorite nickname besides the unplanned child that ruined her teen years. Yes you read right Cynthia and James McHenry were teen parents. Oh the irony.
"Cynthia," Macey said referring to her mother, who rolled her eyes at her daughters' antics, "You know how I feel about dresses with bottoms that are ruffled…" Macey trailed off.
"Yes, yes sweetheart I do recall several occasions when you have told me you think they look like pantaloons."
"Then if you recall so easily mother, why do you always have the tailors make me them?" The devilish 16 year old asked her mother. The mother rolled her eyes.
***Time Skip***
Macey McHenry walked down the stairs in a gold ruffled cocktail dress holding a soft leather clutch, or strutted as the teenage boy waiting at the bottom of the stairs would put it. His short brown hair was hidden underneath a gray and black plaid fedora. Said fedora was also hiding the red oily pimples on his forehead.
"Wow, Mace you look," The winters' air said at a loss for words.
"Hot, I know," She finished for him, "I wish I could say the same for you," Macey said giving him a once over.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" Preston asked confused.
"Well for starters your fedora, what is it the 1920's?" She asked sarcastically.
"I thought fedoras were coming back, that's what the style column in this month's issue of 'People' said."
"You didn't just honestly admit that you read people magazine did you?" Macey asked laughing.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean sort of I mean…" Preston stuttered.
"Aww, cute you're actually nervous about tonight," The boy blushed, "I hope you know it doesn't mean anything, the point is just for the paparazzi to snap pictures of us together to boost the campaign rates." The black haired teenager told the brown haired gawky boy.
"Pft, Of course I know it doesn't mean anything, I mean I'm Preston Freaking Winters I can get any girl to go out with me why should I choose you."
"Because by 'dating 'me you can lie to your idiot friends about our non-existent sex life."
"Howdoyouknowaboutthat" Preston said quickly while blushing as red as a baboon's butt.
"Spy."Macey said mentally beating herself for stooping to Goode's level, and using his catchphrase.
"Are we gonna leave, or are you just going to stand here all night and make fun of my outfit?"
"We can go…when you change your pants."
"What's wrong with my pants?!" Preston half said half yelled exasperatedly.
"They're skinny jeans." Macey said flatly.
"What's wrong with my skinny jeans?" Preston asked.
"They're red."