Disclaimer:
Same old, don't own the characters or the songs.
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Theresa walked up to the
stage - or more like skipped. "Hi, I'm Theresa," she said.
"Hi, Theresa," the drunken crowd answered.
Theresa giggled. "Wow...this must be fate. I always knew that I would be
famous!"
Ivy rolled her eyes. "Poor thing. She's a nice girl, but she couldn't pour
water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel."
"I wonder if there's any record executives here," Theresa giggled.
Her face scrunched up and tears filled her eyes. "All I want is to marry
Ethan, have some kids and be famous!"
"Cry me a river, build
me a bridge, and get over it!" Ivy mumbled to Sam.
"I thought you liked
her," Sam replied.
"I do, but not her
whining about fate and everything," Ivy told him.
Theresa suddenly morphed
into her sassy mode. "Anyway, this song is dedicated to Gwen Hotchbitch.
This is He Loves You Not for Gwen, because ETHAN LOVES ME
BITCH!!!!!!" She pushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Thank you."
Give it
your all girl, give it all ya got
You can
take a chance
Take your
best shot
Say what
you want girl, do whatcha do
He's never
gonna, gonna make it with you..
Your
pullin' petals of a flower tryin' to getcha way
Keep
pullin' til its says what you wanna say
Girl you
can pick a field full of daisies
But he'd
still be my baby
"I've never seen her
like this," Ivy said, watching Theresa sing angrily to Gwen.
"Maybe it's too many
margaritas," Sam suggested.
"She's underage!"
Ivy exclaimed. "But I don't see why that would stop her."
And I know
you can hardly wait til I'm away from him
He
instinctively, I know what your thinkin'
You'll be
givin' him an open invitation
But my
baby won't be taken in...
(nooo..)
You can
pout your cherry lips
Try to
tempt him with a sweet kiss (sweet kiss)
You can
bat your pretty eyes
He ain't
got his hands tied..
No chains
to unlock
So free to
do what he wants
He's into
what he's got
He loves
me, he loves you not
No matter
what you do, he's never gonna be with you
He's into
what he's got
He loves
me, he loves you not...
"Uh oh," Sam said
and nudged Ivy.
"What? Is Grace or
Julian coming?" she asked, worried.
"No, but it looks like
Gwen is out for the kill," Sam replied.
Ivy looked to where Sam was
pointing. "Oh no," she said. "Theresa better watch out."
Theresa innocently
continued, unaware of what many in the bar had noticed.
You're the
kinda girl thas always up for do or dare
Only want
him just because he's there
Always
lookin for a new ride
The grass
is greener on the other side
You're the
kinda girl who's not used to hearin no (no)
All your
lovers try to take you where you wanna go
Doesn't
matter how hard you try
Your never
gonna get with my guy..
No chains
to unlock
So free to
do what he wants
He's into
what he's got (and that's me)
He loves
me, he loves you not
No matter
what you do
He's never
gonna be with you (with you..)
He's into
what he's got
He loves
me, he loves you not...
Gwen reached the stage and
walked up. "Girl, whatchu doin?" she asked Theresa in a ghetto
accent.
"How come Harmony is
ghetto now?" Ivy asked, exasperated.
"I'm singing,"
Theresa replied. "Why are you interrupting me?"
"Cuz, girl, you be a lyin' ho!" Gwen responded.
"How many margaritas
has she had?" Sam asked.
"Don't wanna
know," Ivy answered.
"What are you talking
about, Gwen?" Theresa asked. "I won Ethan, fair and square. Now get
out!"
"No!" Gwen yelled. "Not until I get Ethan back!"
"You're not getting him back!" Theresa screamed and lunged at Gwen.
"Girl, you best be
trippin!" Gwen screamed.
"Whatchu say,
girl?" Theresa asked.
"I say you best be
trippin!" Gwen answered.
"Girl, bring it!"
Theresa yelled.
"I will!" Gwen
yelled back and began pulling at Theresa's hair. Theresa did the same for Gwen.
The music stopped as the audience cheered them on. Eventually, two bouncers
came to escort both of them away.
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