This and the next chapter are still going to be retellings of the episode 2x09, then I'll start with the fan fiction :) I hope you'll like it.
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"We are going to blow them away," Agnes enthusiastically announced, with an emphasis on "blow".
Jenny laughed sarcastically, knowing how much work and how little time was left until the fashion show.
"We better, otherwise, I am so dead," Jenny said sewing the last pieces.
She looked at the time. Jenny knew that there wasn't much time left to finish everything up, but there practically was no time left, considering, how much of that time they needed just to get dressed. "Dude, have you seen the time?" Jenny turned her head to Agnes and back to the sewing machine.
"At least your brother and the lounger went to go see a movie," Agnes said, putting in order the finished dresses on the hanger.
"That's Nate avoiding me, once again," Jenny said as if it wasn't anything important.
"He's still acting like he didn't stick his tongue down your throat?" Agnes was surprised.
"Yeah, ew!" Jenny thought that Nate was acting really weird.
"Well, amnesia doesn't really happen, until after sex with guys, so what's his problem?" Agnes was still managing the dresses.
"I don't know," Jenny sighed, thinking about all the possible reasons. "He used to date Vanessa, I'm Dan's little sister, too young," Jenny listed. "I wouldn't know, we don't talk," Jenny said indifferently.
"So what? After tonight you'll be so famous, you'll have ten Nate Archibalds," Agnes gesticulated with her hands.
"Yeah, except I only want the one," Jenny said, looking a little bit disappointed.
"Ok, fine. Then you have to make the move," Agnes explained. "That's the only way it's gonna work."
"Oh my God, is it the time?" Agnes was shocked.
"I told you," Jenny reminded.
"Ok, yeah. You need to sew way faster, cuz' we are so screwed," Agnes leaned for the bag of cloth, "Ready or not, we're putting on a fashion show!"
Dan opened the loft door with Nate following him. They both froze at the door when they saw Agnes pushing a clothes rack.
"Jenny, c'mon! The van is almost here. Eleanor is going to kill herself after tonight." Agnes was extremely excited. She saw Nate and Dan as Jenny was walking out of her room.
"I know, I just have a few more things to do," Jenny was looking down while pushing the cabinet, loaded with different stuff, for the fashion show. She stopped when she raised her head.
"Dan!" her brother had caught her by the surprise, "What are you doing here?" Jenny didn't seem too happy to see him.
She looked down at her feet feeling busted.
"You quit Eleanor's?" Dan was shocked.
"I had to," Jenny tried to explain herself. "She was using me."
"D-does dad know about that?" Dan stuttered. "No, of course dad doesn't know. What am I saying," he answered his own question. It was obvious that dad had no idea about this whole thing. "You haven't been shipped off to a convent, yet," Dan was really angry with his little sister.
Nate tried to calm him down by putting his hand on Dan's chest, trying to get his attention off of Jenny.
"Hey Dan, just take it easy," Nate said very quietly, almost whispering.
"Look, I'm sorry Nate, but this is none of your business," Dan made Nate realize that this is not an appropriate moment to intervene.
Nate stepped back and crossed his hands in front of his chest.
"Dan, I promise, I'll tell dad everything tomorrow. I just… I really need tonight. I've worked so hard," Jenny was trying to persuade her brother.
"For what? What is this?" Dan tried to look under the covering that was over the clothes rack.
"Stop!" Jenny yelled at him. "We're putting on a guerilla fashion show."
"I don't know what that means," Dan was a little bit confused.
"Ok," Jenny calmed down. "These dresses – I made them. An-and Agnes and her friends are gonna model," Jenny was hoping for Dan to let her leave for the fashion show.
"Please, Dan. Tonight's the one chance. I have to show everybody what I can do," Jenny was begging.
Nate took a look at Jenny; he swallowed his slobber and then took a look at Dan.
Dan had no idea what to do. He sighed when Agnes came out of the dining room area talking on her phone.
"I swear, if the van's not here in ten minutes, you're not getting those photos of me," she said and shut her phone. "Are we busted now or what?"
Jenny looked at Dan, he still wasn't saying anything.
"Dan, please. I just need a few hours and then I'll tell dad everything," Jenny was starting to lose hope.
Dan was nodding his head, thinking about what to say. He sighed and finally said something.
"Alright, I-I, I just need to think," Dan showed with his hand, for Jenny to stay where she was, and went to look for his dad and Vanessa.
"Jenny, you should wait for Dan," Nate said as he was opening the door and stepping out on the street.
"No, there's no time," Jenny was worried that she wouldn't make it on time. She turned to Nate, "This is my one chance. I have to prove that I can be a designer," she insisted, "Otherwise, it's back to being Little J at Constance," she looked and Nate right in the eye, "Except, worst this time, cuz' everyone's gonna know I failed."
"And since when are you so worried," Jenny was angry with Nate, "You haven't spoken two words to me all week."
She turned around and gave Agnes a grey suitcase. Nate's mood swings were starting to drive her crazy.
"Whoa, careful guys, that's couture," Agnes pointed out when a guy was loading the dresses in the van.
Jenny was opening the van's door when Nate ran up to her, "Jenny, c'mon! I mean, you know it's complicated." Nate was trying to explain himself, looking Jenny right in the eye.
Jenny came closer to Nate and checked him with her eyes. "If you really care about me, prove it!" She said in a firm tone of voice, "Come with me."
"Maybe I should drive," Nate sighed and closed the door after Jenny had stepped in to the van. He went around the van and saw Rufus, Dan and Vanessa walking down the street to their direction. He jumped in to the van and stepped on the gas.
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