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I don't own anything just Sonny's sibs and Tween-diaries.
Quintuple trouble
AMANDA'S POV
Arrrgh! I mean, seriously. I'm a chick and even I don't take that long to pick a dress! Alright, tell me the difference: Dark black to regular black. Yeah, I don't know either.
These are some of the annoying things that came out of Tawni's big mouth
1. "Ugh! This is not it! It's the wrong shade!"
2. "This is NOT dark black!"
3. "That looks more like a dark shade of gray."
4. "Who the heck wears a black sweatshirt?"
5. "You dress like a…dude. Is that what you call it?"
You see? You see what I have to hear and go through? If only murder wasn't illegal…
"AMANDA! Come on! Why are you taking so long?" And the diva has the balls to raise her voice. Hey, does anyone have any rubber gloves, a garbage bag and a gun? No? You sure? Damn.
So now, I'm wearing a dress. A black and pink dress. Kill me.
"AMANDA! I'M SERIOUS! GET OUT OF THE CHANGING ROOM!" Fine, Ms. Bossy. Oops. That didn't come out of my mouth.
"Fine, Ms. Bossy." There.
So I came out. The weird thing was they gasped. I know I look terrible. Can you not rub it in my face?
"That dress is…" Don't finish. Ugly? Terrible? Disgusting? Outrageous? Disgraceful to clothes everywhere? Eww-worthy? Yuckaclicious? Bleh- "-gorgeous!"
"What? Ashley, did I hear you right?"
"What did I say?"
"That this barf dress looks gorgeous."
"Then you're not deaf."
Huh. Not what I expected. 1 girl down, 4 more to go…Ugh.
1 ½ hour later…
2 down, 3 more to go. That's it! I'm going to the internet for a solution!
Hmm…YouTube? Not in the mood…Y8? Played all the funny and gore games…Fanfiction? Nope, read all the new ones…Whatever. It'll do. Fanficiton it is! Oh, WhiteAngel1029 has a site; .com. Huh. I guess I'll check it out. Got nothing else to do anyway.
½ hour later…
Still 3 more to go. If only I was a dude. Then I can finally say the infamous line "Girls are weird."
Tween-diaries' pretty good for a site made by 12 and 11 year old kids. (A/N: I'm advertising the site . I wanna put it here because…I dunno, a lot of people can read it and it's free.) Of course, I can do better but…
Ugh! DAMN INTERNET! GO FASTER! This is so not worth 19 bucks a month.
"READY!"
"Portlyn! Don't shout! You'll blow an eardrum with that voice of yours!" Good one, Licia.
What to do now? Oooh! I'll think up of nicknames for everybody! Yeah!
Tawni: Blondie (you gotta admit, Chad does make some pretty catchy nicknames…)
Portlyn: Snortlyn (that's the best I can come up with)
Alicia:
Ashley:
Sonny:
Chad: Center for Disease Control (is that what it is? I have no idea.)
Grady:
Nico:
Zora:
Marshall: Baldy ( hmmm…that's the best one so far.)
…Okay. I couldn't think up more names. Meh. To the computer!
3 hours later…
3 grueling hours of nothing to do. That's a new record. Na na na, na na na na. Yeah… You are the music in me…Oh my effing God. High School Musical? Seriously? All the songs that can be stuck in my head, it had to be HSM. I. Am. Going. Insane. AAAHHHH! HELP!
"Aaannnd. Done!" Yes! Tawni's done!
"FINALLY!"
"Uh. Hello. I said I was done with the clothes. I still have makeup."
C-clothes…m-m-make-u-up…Somebody stop me.
"Amanda. Are you twitching?" No, duh, Capt'n obvious.
"No, Portlyn. I'm dancing."
"Ooh. Somebody's sarcastic."
What. The. Hell?
"Will you two shut up? This is going to take longer if I hear voices!"
Ugh. Tawni's such a-
"Well-" PORTLYN! NOOOO! SHUT UP!
2 minutes later…
Guess what? Portlyn's taped to the wall. Yeah... One of my best works so far. No one makes me, Madalynn Amanda Gertrude Munroe, wait longer for Tawni Hart. Wait…No. Let me rephrase that. No one makes Madalynn Amanda Gertrude Munroe…uh…wait. Yeah. That's it. NO ONE MAKES ME, MADALYNN AMANDA GERTRUDE MUNROE WAIT!
"I'm doooonnnnnnnee!"
"With what? Make-up? What's next? Nail polish?"
"Oops! I forgot about those! Thanks Portlyn!"
Grrrr…
25 minutes later…
We're at Ange Blanc right now. We (I) had to LITERALLY drag Tawni to the car.
"I am sorry, ma'am. You do not have a reservation." The cute waiter-dude said. Wait.
WHAT? WHOSE FAULT IS THIS? WHO'S THE LEADER? Ohhhh…It's me…Damn.
"Listen. This date is for Chad Dylan Cooper."
"Who?" Oooh! My blog'll be full today!
"Oh. I meant Sonny Munroe."
"Sonny Munroe? The Sonny Munroe? Right this way!"
"Actually, she's coming later. Can you get her a table for two under the name…uh…MaAm GeMun…"
"Sure thing, ma'am."
To: Chad Dylan Cooper
From: 09876543210 (Amanda Munroe)
If you are coming to Ange Blac, Mr. Cooper, you are under MaAm GeMun. Thank you.
MAGM Studios
Yes! Oh wait, Sonny's coming!
Where to hide? Where to hide? Table!
"Give us a table now, dude!"
So, waiter dude gave us a table with…Aaron?
There. Please review. I worked hard for this in-between school and stuff!
