i wrote this because i was bored, in the mood for pure mindless fluff, and to ridicule HSM2.
Arabella Russo loves loves LOVES musical theater. She loves it more than ANYTHING!!! even the color pink.
Roy Bowltin is stuck in a world of books and schoolwork. He wants to break free--to detach himself from that bothersome status quo. He wants to be a SINGER!!! *gasp!*
One day they met at a Fourth of July party.
"Hi," said Roy. "I'm Roy. I like school." He said that because he thought it would impress her. She looked up at him.
"I'm Arabella," she replied. "I like to SING!"
"Gasp!" gasped Roy. (no seriously, he said the word GASP). "We should sing a song together!!"
Arabella nodded. "YAAY!! It's hard to believe that I couldn't see..."
But then Poodle Ervans, the star of the girl's basketball team, walked in.
"STOP!" she commanded. "Roy, play basketball with me. I'll get you a scholarship to Harvard!!"
Arabella pouted. "But Roy, I see the REAL you!!"
Roy was having a serious freak out. "I don't know who the heck you people are!!!" He began to back away.
"STOP!" exclaimed Bryan Ervans, basketball extraordinaire #2. "Roy, seriously. Take my advice. RUN!! SAVE YOURSELF!"
Roy did not have to be told twice. These people were insane.
"BUT ROY!" Poodle protested. "We haven't even reached the first musical number yet!!!"
"Yeah!" said Arabella. "You know, the one that we miraculously all know the lyrics and dances to?!?! You PROMISED!!!"
"No way I'm running for my life!" shouted Roy over his shoulder.
Bryan shrugged. "Well there goes the sequel..."
"STOP!" intervened Brad Danforth. "I'LL play the leading guy!"
"But I thought you didn't dance?" asked Poodle.
"I can learn," said Brad dismissively. "Excuse me." He took a comb out of his pants and began to fluff up his Afro.
"Isn't he dreeeaaammyy??" Arabella cooed.
"Back off, singer girl, he's MINE!" shouted Trisha, jumping in front of Brad.
"But Trisha I thought you were my best friend," pouted Arabella.
"That was before you tried to steal my man." Trisha threw her arms around Brad. "Come on, pookey, let's go to a movie!"
"Seriously, who is this lady?" Brad said, prying her arms off.
"AND NOW FOR THE DANCE BREAK!" exclaimed Bryan, jumping in front of Brad and the three confused girls. A magical spotlight shone down on Bryan, and suddenly he was clad in some cheesy costume that involved a top hat. he began to dance... but...
"There's no music, genius," Poodle scoffed.
"That's because it hasn't been edited in yet," Bryan pointed out. Poodle rolled her eyes. Brad was still fluffing up his Afro.
"OH WILL YOU STOP OBSESSING!" Arabella screeched. Brad hung his fuzzy head and discreetly put his comb away.
honestly, how terrible was that? but not that much more terrible than the real deal. please don't kill me. lol. --Effie--