Fashion Club: Part Three.
by Thomas Greene.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of MTV. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT! If you like this work, just check for more of it in different realms with the "Author button."
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
I couldn't really sleep that night. Sure, I got the bed to myself for the first time in a couple weeks, but I just couldn't stop thinking. What was Operation:Cocktease? Why didn't she tell me? Does this shirt really go with these pants? And where was all this music coming from? I eventually just ended up at the table that night.
"You live here?" I heard a voice. It was Jane.
"Um, yeah." I heard Quinn come up the stairs.
"Damn, Jane. If you were a guy, I'd have to take a whole thing of pills today after that," Quinn said.
"I know. Wasn't it freaking great?" Jane replied. This just added to the more strange materials. I decided not to think about it and head over to school. Hopefully, this'd be normal. Then the intercom blared. I was sent to see the principal.
"Now, what is the matter here?" the principal asked. "I found this in the copy machine."
"Oh, I must have forgotten it. Can I have it?"
"First off, students can't use this to save the free world, much less rules on...Fashion Club?"
"Oh,that. It's part of the newspaper."
"Oh, okay. Carry on."
Phew. That was a close one. I came close to leaving, when Brittany came over to me.
"Oh, hi! I haven't seen you in *ages!*"she exclaimed.
"Um, yeah. So, are you still with that cheerleading thing?"I replied.
"Well, no. I've gotten something else to do with my time."
"Hardcore XXX action?"
"No, silly! That was ALWAYS a hobby!"
"Well, what is this one?"
"I shouldn't. The first rule is that I can't talk about it, and the second rule is...I forget."
"Oh. That one. It's cool. I'm in with the founders of Fashion Club."
"Oh. Which day are you in for?"
"I usually take Tuesdays."
"Oh. Saturdays."
"Isn't that the day where...Quinn started it? Is it true that she had her digestive tract removed so she wouldn't have to eat as much?"
"I am honestly not sure. Well, leave. As soon as possible."
"Okay. Bye-e!" I quickly ran in an opposite direction.
The week slowly became more normal. Wake up, go to school, hang out, go to sleep, let Quinn lick me out, the usual stuff. I was nearly in another rut, until Quinn decided to make another possibility.
"I think it's time for us to make some moisturizers." I was confused. Quinn brought me into the car. We ended up at the local liposuction clinic.
"Um, why are we here?" I asked.
"Human fat is extremely moist. It's the best stuff for creams." I didn't understand. Before I knew it, she had taken one of her outfits from last month and thrown it onto the barbed wire fence. I was soon carrying more fat than that time when Marlon Brando hired me to be his personal conveyance. We quickly went back home. Before long, she had gotten some dyes to turn the stuff white, which according to her would "make stupid girls think it's legit."
"Now, for the last touch", she said. She pulled out a bottle of lye and dumped some in.
"Why is that needed?" I asked.
"No reason. Just adds some cleaning agents to the cream. Here, try some."
"Um, no, I don't want to..." She took out my hand and kissed it. She then poured a little of the lye on my hand. It burned.
"YOU *BITCH*! THAT'S GOING TO BE PERMANENT!" I screamed.
"Come on. You need to get some pain once in a while, and I'm not Goth enough to go into that domination thing," Quinn replied.
"Well, what do I do on this?"
"I just put some makeup over it."
I tried to do so. It surprisingly worked. We decided to call it a night. That night, I tried to enact my revenge by bringing my teeth to the party when I was pressing her button. How was I to know that was how she liked it?
Stay tuned for part four.
by Thomas Greene.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of MTV. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT! If you like this work, just check for more of it in different realms with the "Author button."
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
I couldn't really sleep that night. Sure, I got the bed to myself for the first time in a couple weeks, but I just couldn't stop thinking. What was Operation:Cocktease? Why didn't she tell me? Does this shirt really go with these pants? And where was all this music coming from? I eventually just ended up at the table that night.
"You live here?" I heard a voice. It was Jane.
"Um, yeah." I heard Quinn come up the stairs.
"Damn, Jane. If you were a guy, I'd have to take a whole thing of pills today after that," Quinn said.
"I know. Wasn't it freaking great?" Jane replied. This just added to the more strange materials. I decided not to think about it and head over to school. Hopefully, this'd be normal. Then the intercom blared. I was sent to see the principal.
"Now, what is the matter here?" the principal asked. "I found this in the copy machine."
"Oh, I must have forgotten it. Can I have it?"
"First off, students can't use this to save the free world, much less rules on...Fashion Club?"
"Oh,that. It's part of the newspaper."
"Oh, okay. Carry on."
Phew. That was a close one. I came close to leaving, when Brittany came over to me.
"Oh, hi! I haven't seen you in *ages!*"she exclaimed.
"Um, yeah. So, are you still with that cheerleading thing?"I replied.
"Well, no. I've gotten something else to do with my time."
"Hardcore XXX action?"
"No, silly! That was ALWAYS a hobby!"
"Well, what is this one?"
"I shouldn't. The first rule is that I can't talk about it, and the second rule is...I forget."
"Oh. That one. It's cool. I'm in with the founders of Fashion Club."
"Oh. Which day are you in for?"
"I usually take Tuesdays."
"Oh. Saturdays."
"Isn't that the day where...Quinn started it? Is it true that she had her digestive tract removed so she wouldn't have to eat as much?"
"I am honestly not sure. Well, leave. As soon as possible."
"Okay. Bye-e!" I quickly ran in an opposite direction.
The week slowly became more normal. Wake up, go to school, hang out, go to sleep, let Quinn lick me out, the usual stuff. I was nearly in another rut, until Quinn decided to make another possibility.
"I think it's time for us to make some moisturizers." I was confused. Quinn brought me into the car. We ended up at the local liposuction clinic.
"Um, why are we here?" I asked.
"Human fat is extremely moist. It's the best stuff for creams." I didn't understand. Before I knew it, she had taken one of her outfits from last month and thrown it onto the barbed wire fence. I was soon carrying more fat than that time when Marlon Brando hired me to be his personal conveyance. We quickly went back home. Before long, she had gotten some dyes to turn the stuff white, which according to her would "make stupid girls think it's legit."
"Now, for the last touch", she said. She pulled out a bottle of lye and dumped some in.
"Why is that needed?" I asked.
"No reason. Just adds some cleaning agents to the cream. Here, try some."
"Um, no, I don't want to..." She took out my hand and kissed it. She then poured a little of the lye on my hand. It burned.
"YOU *BITCH*! THAT'S GOING TO BE PERMANENT!" I screamed.
"Come on. You need to get some pain once in a while, and I'm not Goth enough to go into that domination thing," Quinn replied.
"Well, what do I do on this?"
"I just put some makeup over it."
I tried to do so. It surprisingly worked. We decided to call it a night. That night, I tried to enact my revenge by bringing my teeth to the party when I was pressing her button. How was I to know that was how she liked it?
Stay tuned for part four.