Author's note: I decided to make this into a fic instead of just a one shot. By request. The chapters will be short compared to the chapters of my BTR stories but only because I haven't gotten a feel for these characters yet. As soon as they start to talk to me, they'll be longer. Right now? Grace keeps telling me to make her help Stevie. . .We'll see where this goes. Thanks to JaylaHeart, Poison Black Holly, Stevie Baskara and Loopy One for reviewing.

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Stevie never imagined she'd be here. Here at this very spot.

The "perfs" bathroom.

"Why am I here?" She nervously asked the bubbly blonde standing next to her.

Grace gave an exasperated groan. "Because, I am going to make you look fab on Valintines day!" She paused before her eyes widened. "Maybe we can even get you a date."

Stevie shook her head. "No. I didn't say you could go this far out when I said we could be friends."

"So? I am the queen of style."

"I thought Molly was the queen. . .?"

"Oh. . .yeah," Grace shook her head. "Anyway, I'm still the princess. So first off, spray tan!"

That got Stevie's attention. "What? No. Apsolutely not. I am not about to go walking around looking like a orange peel."

"But I spray tan all the time."

"Again, I don't want to look like an orange peel."

Grace's big mouth opened wide. "I do not look like an orange!"

"Well – "

Grace hel her hand up. "Nope. You are going to get one. First step of looking perf is to be tan and you, my friend, are pasty." She ushered Stevie inside the middle stall and closed the door before Stevie could make a protest. "Ready?"

"Fine." Stevie groaned out.

"Yay!" Grace clapped her hands excitedly and hit the 'on' button.

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"See? You look absolutely perf-tastic!"

Stevie looked down at her skin. It wasn't as bad she had though it was going to be. It actually kind of looked nice. . .but only kind of! It would be the death of Stevie before she admitted to being glad of being 'perf-tastic'.

Grace flipped her blonde hair to the side. "Now, time for your style."

"What's wrong with my style?"

Grace gave her an incredious look, gesturing to her clothes. "That is not perf."

Stevie rolled her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking something pink – "

"No!"

"Ugh, fine." Grace thought for a minute. "Oh, how about something blue?"

Stevie thought for minute. She didn't mind blue but for all she knew Grace could have some sort of Cinderella dress up her sleeve. "You'd have to show me first."

Grace spun around, hair flipping into Stevie's mouth, and pressed another button. After Stevie choked up all the hair, she saw a closet coming out from behind the sink. "Wow. . ."

"I know." Grace beamed. "Kacey installed it for us."

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