Disclaimer: I don't own St Trinian's
WARNING: THIS IS POINTLESS. IT IS A PARODY/CRAC FIC AND SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED ARE NOT THOSE OF MYSELF. THEY ARE MERELY SILLY.
"Isn't Elvis handsome?" Chelsea swooned, all three totties sighing dramatically as they gazed at the picture of the late singer. It was from his young days, before the hideous fashion of the 70s- his hair was not yet long with sideburns, and he wore masculine clothes in the black and white portrait.
Then Annabelle interrupted their conversation. "I MUCH prefer this guy!" she announced, showing them a hideous photo of an arrogant-seeming man clad in 100% leather, his face weathered and his hair in a hideous 80s style, dyes almost-white.
The three totties almost fainted in horror.
"He's HIDEOUS!" They wailed, tears- black with mascara- running down their faces. After all, the prospect of an unattractive, unstylish man was too much for them. That day, they banished Annabelle from going anywhere near them, and forbad her to ever speak to them. For they were totties, and their top priority was… males, and how attractive they were.
"Well, I like him!" Annabelle sobbed.
But no-one else did, or ever would.
AN: This is a giftfic for gypsyrosalie- Hehehe, enjoy. After all, she is in love with a fictional character not unlike this. LOL.
Once again, PLEASE DON'T FLAME DUE TO OPINIONS. This fic is SUPPOSED to be a parody and therefore stupid.
Oh, and free chicken to whoever guesses correctly who the guy is (Apart from gypsyrosalie, who probably already knew who he was before she even read this.).