FINALLY UPDATED! I'm so sorry I wasn't able to update earlier. I wasn't sure if this was ready to post online. I meant to check it, but I got stuck reading other fanfics and The Hunger Games. It's really nice. You should try to read it. :D

-Amy Stardust

They looked at the house from Dan's car. Kaye wasn't ready yet. She was wearing a shirt and shorts, waving to a leaving car.

"Hey, you aren't ready yet?" Dan asked as he got out of the car.

"I was just going to. I think I remember saying 7:30, not 6:30," Kaye replied.

"Amy wanted to help you with your hair and make-up."

"Well, I might need some help with my hair," Kaye thought aloud. "Come on, Amy."

Amy ran after her.

"Why aren't you ready yet? No one can get ready in one hour!" Amy shouted while running after her up the long flight of stairs.

"That's not true! That's really stereotypical!" Halfway up the stairs, Kaye suddenly stopped running. She looked down. She whipped her head down so quickly, her hair fell over her eyes. She brushed it away. "Where's Reagan?" she asked Dan.

"Well, Amy was going to help her first, but she didn't want any help, so we went here because Amy really wanted to help someone. She still wasn't done though. We'll pick her up later." Kaye looked satisfied with that answer. She started running up the stairs again.

"I shoulda used the elevator!" she exclaimed.

"You have an elevator?" Amy asked. Her voice had a tinge of anger. She wasn't used to these kinds of things. She couldn't imagine how Kaye had lived with this. No wonder she wasn't fat. She got a lot of exercise. Kaye laughed.

"I'm just kidding. But I'm having one put in because of these darn long stairs!" The house was one of those mansions with gigantic staircases just to make it seem more grand. Amy guessed it was old, but the marble floor was still shiny and the light reflected off of it nicely.

They entered Kaye's room and Dan sat down to wait for them.

Dan was downstairs waiting for them and he was getting bored. He looked at his watch. 7:00. He'd been sitting there for 30 minutes. He turned on the television.

"Jonah, Jonah, Jonah, Jonah, Jonah, Jonah, Jonah, Jonah," he said as he switched from one channel to the next. He slumped down on the couch, looking up. All he could see was the chandelier. Boring.

"Oh, my gosh! Amy, it's gorgeous!" he heard Kaye shriek. Dan sighed. 30 more minutes. Just 30 more minutes.

"Dan, we're ready to go!" Kaye hollered, looking down from the second floor.

"Okay!" Dan answered as he grabbed his car keys.

Kaye descended the stairs with Amy close behind in the beige coat she was wearing earlier.

"What do you think, Dan?" Kaye asked. He looked at her.

"Nice," he said. She held a white clutch and wore a short dress that reached above her knees. It had a white top and a rose-colored skirt. Her brown hair was curled and it hung loose at her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"Thanks," she said with a gigantic smile. "But you should really see Amy's ou-" Amy looked at her, daring her to say more.

"Uh... maybe... we... should go..." Kaye said, trying to think of what to say. She finally regained her composure. "I'll take my car and follow you to Reagan's house."

"Sounds like a plan," Amy said, placing her golden clutch in her other hand. "Come on, Dan." They all walked towards the door.

They entered their cars and started off for Reagan's house.

Amy rang the doorbell this time. The door opened and it was Hamilton.

"Hey, Amy," Hamilton greeted. Kaye smiled, noticing that Hamilton always greeted Amy first.

"Hey, Ham," she said softly. They all entered the house.

"Where's Reagan?" Dan asked, looking around. Suddenly, Reagan appeared at the stairs.

"Wow..." Dan breathed, staring at Reagan.

Amy S.: Okay. I decided not to put a genre. I am going to change the "mood" of the story in the near future and I don't really want to give away any hints. I have a master plan. Muhaha! :D

JowieGirl: What is it?

Amy S.: What is what?

JowieGirl: Your master plan.

Amy S.: I can't tell you. It's a secret!

JowieGirl: Okay. *turns around* *does something else*

Amy S.: *shocked* You don't care that much?

JowieGirl: But you don't want to tell me.

Amy S.: But I want you ask me to tell you! *begging*

JowieGirl: Why?

Amy S.: Because I want to tell you my plan! *seems desperate*

JowieGirl: Don't tell me. I'll read it instead, okay? *leaves room*

Amy S.: But... Aaaagh!

Please review! I would love it if you'd tell me about my mistakes. I am kind of a perfectionist and I hate grammar and spelling mistakes. But I would really, REALLY love it if you told me your opinion! Thanks for reading!