Summary: High school. It's all about finding things out and finding yourself. No matter which way things will turn out, best friends forever until the end, right? Rated T for now, rating may increase to M.
For Sharon, Maria, and Connor, life had always been a bit easier for them. For some reason, everything was coming together. Connor complained that the 'alien lifeforms' were just about ready to take over, but first they wanted to keep everyone calm for the landing. Sharon just believed that maybe everything was finally going to be alright. She and Dion just earned themselves a place in a magazine... well, Dion did. His designs were finally being recognized, and he promised Sharon that his favourite model would be right up there with him, braces and all. Maybe this article would finally gain her popularity? As for Maria, she was never really 'satisfied', especially when she learned that girls couldn't join the boy's football team. Why not? she had asked the coach when he had told her to take her name off of the sign - up sheet. But his answer as to why, 'Girls are way too petite to play with big strong men - buy yourself a Barbie doll', was not at all satisfying in any way.
Maria held the clipboard in her devouring hands, "All I need is a couple more signatures, then Mr. Creeo can totally suck it - because I will be on the team. Shouldn't be that hard to get people to sign a petition, right?" She asked her two friends as they walked down the hall. Her black hair slid over her shoulders to her waist, the radiantly bright red streak popping against the jet black hair that was the result of her Italian and Asian cultures. Her outfit wasn't anything great, just a pair of blue basketball shorts, a t - shirt, and of course some sneakers. She couldn't wear heels with all the stuff she'd be doing after school, like skateboarding and rollerblading and what not, and she wouldn't even try.
The blond haired, green eyed beauty shifted her gaze towards her best gal pal. "Of course, I don't see why not." She stated supportively. "Yeah, it'll be easy!" Hugging her books to her chest, she let her mind wander off a bit, just to normal things an early teenaged girl would think about. And one thing others might not get the chance to think about. Being in Dion's magazine article that was! Only a couple seconds passed, when she came back to reality to hear Connor speaking.
Connor scoffed, flipping his chestnut hair away from his tear - stained eyes. Damn allergy season, this kid always seemed to be sick. He fixed his glasses on his face. "Yeah, just about as easy as landing a UFO, which can't be too easy, or else they'd be here by now."
"Who'd be here?" Maria asked, not feeling discouraged in the least, she was always up for a challenge, being the competitive girl she was.
Sharon on the other hand, decided to let her two best friends continue on with their conversation – although she had a feeling of where this was going to go and how quickly it would. "This again?" Maria rolled her eyes.
Connor glared at her. "Yes. This again. You know what, you'll pay, they'll take care of you, you'll see. ALIENS DO EXIST!" He declared.
"Alright you two," Sharon cut in lovingly, she didn't really want her best friends to get into a fight over something rather trivial. She didn't get a chance to say anymore though, before someone else did.
"Hey, look. It's 'Freak', 'Brace Face', and 'Sniffles'," The infamous redhead stated, passing them by in the hallway. "So uh, heard about your little magazine article..." Nina continued. "Cute... But uh, hey, maybe one day you and your little loser of a designer will make it to the big screen like some of us." Nina winked, a bitchy smile gracing her lips.
Ugh, the sight of the 'Queen Bee' herself made each one of them feel rather nauseous. Or perhaps for Connor, that could be part of his allergies too... "And just what do you have that's better than my – well mine and Dion's magazine article, huh?" Now it was time for sweet Sharon, to get defensive.
Nina smirked and bared her fangs, erm, pearly whites. "I'm in a commercial, honey. Miss. DeVil, to be exact, you know, the famous designer. Sure beats a little article with an amateur designer, don't you think?"
Maria laughed. "Miss. DeVil? More like Cruela DeVil, modelling dalmatian coats, much? I have a Rottweiler, try making that into a coat. Meanwhile, will you sign my petition by any chance?" Maria gave a sweet smile hoping for another signature.
Connor just give Nina a thoughtful smile, "I bet you'll do great, Nina." Sharon swiftly gave him a thoughtful elbow to his ribs.
"Connor, really?" She grumbled under her breath, trying her hardest to resist the urge to face palm. "Yeah well... well," Sharon let out a soft sigh, she wasn't taught to dish disrespect at others. But some people just needed to be told. "People read a magazine article, they think about and analyze it. People will just watch you and that will be that. A face without a name. Have fun with that." She argued, justifying her side.
Maria smiled. "Yea, but! With my petition, you can be a name without a face." Maria shoved the pen and clipboard at the redhead. "Sign." She demanded.
Nina raised an eyebrow. "Whatever, freaks." She harrumphed, continuing on her way.
Maria stood in front of her. "Sign. The. Petition."
"Is it against people with braces?" Nina asked.
"No, but -"
"Not interested." She pushed the tomboy aside and went on with her life.
"Damn, no one will sign it. This is hard." Maria frowned.
"Can you land a UFO?" Connor asked. Maria shook her head. "Then you don't know what hard is."
Sharon slipped her books into her shoulder bag and rubbed her temples. Why was this such a rough day already? "Maria, who said that it had to be only students who could sign your petition? Try and ask some teachers, especially your favorite ones. That will bump up your signature count, plus maybe get you a few more, who knows?" She suggested, but then clipped her bag shut. "I'm off to see Dion about his designs, I'll catch up with you guys later!" And with that, she zipped down the hallway on her way to see the new designs in anticipation.
She entered the room to see Dion working on his latest project. He called it 'Buy the Cow, the Milk Ain't Free'. It was supposed to make a girl feel sexy, but at the same time like she's saving the world one shoe at a time. The dress was made of recycled milk cartons, well, the design was. The dress itself was made of recycled fabrics, but the zipper and various abstract scenes on it were made of melted milk bottles. She had to admit, it wasn't as flashy as the can tab dress, but it was beautiful.
He turned in time to see her enter the room. "Oh, hey Sharon, just putting the finishing touches... What do you think? Think Madonna would wear it? Oh, or maybe Beyonce?" He beamed. "It's designed for that thoughtful diva, wanting to save the world."
Her green eyes shifted, "Well, I don't see why not Dion. It's pretty... fascinating. Fabulous." She told him with a supportive smile, Nina's high – end opportunities still boggling up within her mind.
"Yeah, the magazine wanted a couple new designs. They're loving this go-green idea, and your braces. They think it shows a creative take on how different teenagers have different appearances... or something like that, I kind of zoned out. This whole magazine thing is taking a toll on my mind." He rubbed his head. "All I know is, you're going to be a star, and I'm going to be the diva I was born to be!"
She chuckled and radiantly smiled, but quickly closed her mouth before anything magnetically hit her face. "It seems like we both have things whirling about in our minds, huh?" She inquired as she hopped up on the empty table.
"Yes, now you're the cow that will be wearing this dress... and by that I mean lovely female." He smiled sheepishly. "And actually, I was wondering if maybe... you'd want to wear it to... the senior prom?"
"You want me to wear that to prom? Oh Dion, I... wait, prom? I'm not... a senior..." She trailed off, wondering if she heard him correctly or perhaps there was an issue going on with her ears?
"You... don't like it? I can make another one, I can make you anything!" He then gave a cutely shy smile. "And, it's not... you don't have to be a senior to go, because I thought I'd escort you... as your date."
Now this was interesting, Dion wanted her... to be his date for prom? Normally she'd jump up and down for an offer like this one. But there was just one thing that was going through her mind at the moment. "Are you sure you want me to be your date for prom? I mean..." Once she saw his face fall with disappointment, she wore a smile and attempted to cheer him up. "No, no – I'd love to be your... cow," She took a moment to lightly cringe at how that came out. 'Eww...'. "it's just, why me?" She inquired innocently.
He smiled. "You're just so... original, not like those other fashion droids that copy one another. Look, I just... like you okay?" He zipped his shoulder bag and held it in his hand for a moment before tossing it to the side. "Why don't you try on the dress and I'll tailor it to your form? Can't have any problems with the magazine shoot..."
Right! Whether just being told someone liked her or not – business was still business. She made her way over to his design, got into it (finally) and he began tailoring away at it. Well, here's to being a sexy cow. "Nice man purse." She commented with a grin, his head snapped up to look at her.
"Shoulder bag, Sharron."
"Man purse."
"Shoulder bag!"
"M - urse!"
F e e d b a c k - That would be amazing! I mean, we (yes 'we' ... my lovely co - writer, 'Gleekiest' - I believe she is changing her penname soon. If so, it'll be changed to treskttn) would love to read what you thought about this chapter and this new story so far. I figured that the 'Braceface' section had been dwindling for awhile so besides a couple of songfics I have done here and there, this story should spice things up in the section. :3 If you liked it, please Read & Review! If not, well feel free to tell us what you think is off within a review filled with constructive critisim. Can't wait to read what you thought! Until next time, much love!