Disclaimer: I don't own Even Stevens, Disney, or any of the characters
contained in this fanfic with the exception of Natasha.
Ren has always seemed like a character who could be prone to depression or eating disorders. This fic deals with the latter; if you don't like that, don't read it. The story is finished, but I've only posted the first five chapters; if people like them, I'll post the rest of the story, but if it doesn't seem like anyone likes it, I won't. So if you like it, please review! Okay, that's all, on with the fanfic! (
Ren Stevens was always the picture of perfection. She was a straight-A, honor-roll student and had been since elementary school. Her outfits were always in fashion and always matched down to the belt and hair clips. Her makeup was impeccable each morning and lasted until the three-o'clock bell. She worked as a waitress for the money and as an intern at the local newspaper for the experience. In between it all, she found time to pose as the activist, putting in hours at the animal shelter, and to keep up with her duties as junior class president and head of the school newspaper.
Ren always made sure that her Saturday afternoons were free. Usually, after her morning duties at the animal shelter, she'd go to her friend Ruby's house, and they would find something to do for the rest of the day together. This particular Saturday afternoon, however, would be no typical movie or mall trip. Ruby, Ren, and their friend Monique had tickets to a charity fashion show-complete with backstage passes and permission to bring home one dress of their own choosing! As soon as the last dog had been fed, Ren washed her hands, practically leapt into the family station wagon her mother let her drive, and arrived at Ruby's in less than ten minutes.
"Geez, Ren, that was quick!" exclaimed the ever-perky Ruby upon opening the door. "Ready to go see the newest spring fashions?"
"Of course!" Ren answered. "I can't wait to bring home one of the dresses- it could be the perfect junior prom outfit!"
The girls laughed and started on their way to pick up Monique. Of course, their fashionista friend was just as psyched as they were to be going to such a chic event. An hour later, they were seated, three rows back from the end of the catwalk and ready to have the time of their lives. Every model who came out was more beautiful than the one before-and the dresses! Ren particularly liked a 1940s-style spring-green calf-length dress with a halter and a belt, but felt that she could take home any one of the gowns and be happier than she'd ever been in her life. The model who wore her favorite dress was named Natasha, according to the announcer, and had the same coloring as Ren. Ren prayed that the dress would not be taken by someone else before she got backstage.
After the fashion show, Ren, Monique, and Ruby showed their VIP passes to the stage crew, who granted them admittance backstage. Ruby headed straight for a bright red strapless gown--just her style! Monique squealed when she saw that her favorite turquoise, asymmetrical-hem dress was still around. But Ren's beautiful spring-green gown was nowhere to be seen. She had just about lost hope when Natasha came in carrying it across her arms and hung it up near a mirror! Ren made a beeline for the dress, ducked into a small room off the main backstage, and pulled the dress off the hanger.
She slid the skirt over her head. That was the easy part. Now for the clingy bodice. Tug, tug, tug--try as she might, Ren just couldn't get the bodice to pull down over her torso. So she tried it the other way around- stepping into the dress. Still no such luck. Frustrated, Ren tore the gown off her body, left it in a heap on the floor, threw on her own clothes haphazardly, and stormed back into the main room, where Ruby and Monique were wearing their dresses and giggling in the mirror.
"Look, Ren, don't we look divine?" Monique beamed. "But where's your dress, girl?"
"It didn't fit, okay?!" Ren shouted. "Leave me alone for a minute, I need to find that model."
Ren has always seemed like a character who could be prone to depression or eating disorders. This fic deals with the latter; if you don't like that, don't read it. The story is finished, but I've only posted the first five chapters; if people like them, I'll post the rest of the story, but if it doesn't seem like anyone likes it, I won't. So if you like it, please review! Okay, that's all, on with the fanfic! (
Ren Stevens was always the picture of perfection. She was a straight-A, honor-roll student and had been since elementary school. Her outfits were always in fashion and always matched down to the belt and hair clips. Her makeup was impeccable each morning and lasted until the three-o'clock bell. She worked as a waitress for the money and as an intern at the local newspaper for the experience. In between it all, she found time to pose as the activist, putting in hours at the animal shelter, and to keep up with her duties as junior class president and head of the school newspaper.
Ren always made sure that her Saturday afternoons were free. Usually, after her morning duties at the animal shelter, she'd go to her friend Ruby's house, and they would find something to do for the rest of the day together. This particular Saturday afternoon, however, would be no typical movie or mall trip. Ruby, Ren, and their friend Monique had tickets to a charity fashion show-complete with backstage passes and permission to bring home one dress of their own choosing! As soon as the last dog had been fed, Ren washed her hands, practically leapt into the family station wagon her mother let her drive, and arrived at Ruby's in less than ten minutes.
"Geez, Ren, that was quick!" exclaimed the ever-perky Ruby upon opening the door. "Ready to go see the newest spring fashions?"
"Of course!" Ren answered. "I can't wait to bring home one of the dresses- it could be the perfect junior prom outfit!"
The girls laughed and started on their way to pick up Monique. Of course, their fashionista friend was just as psyched as they were to be going to such a chic event. An hour later, they were seated, three rows back from the end of the catwalk and ready to have the time of their lives. Every model who came out was more beautiful than the one before-and the dresses! Ren particularly liked a 1940s-style spring-green calf-length dress with a halter and a belt, but felt that she could take home any one of the gowns and be happier than she'd ever been in her life. The model who wore her favorite dress was named Natasha, according to the announcer, and had the same coloring as Ren. Ren prayed that the dress would not be taken by someone else before she got backstage.
After the fashion show, Ren, Monique, and Ruby showed their VIP passes to the stage crew, who granted them admittance backstage. Ruby headed straight for a bright red strapless gown--just her style! Monique squealed when she saw that her favorite turquoise, asymmetrical-hem dress was still around. But Ren's beautiful spring-green gown was nowhere to be seen. She had just about lost hope when Natasha came in carrying it across her arms and hung it up near a mirror! Ren made a beeline for the dress, ducked into a small room off the main backstage, and pulled the dress off the hanger.
She slid the skirt over her head. That was the easy part. Now for the clingy bodice. Tug, tug, tug--try as she might, Ren just couldn't get the bodice to pull down over her torso. So she tried it the other way around- stepping into the dress. Still no such luck. Frustrated, Ren tore the gown off her body, left it in a heap on the floor, threw on her own clothes haphazardly, and stormed back into the main room, where Ruby and Monique were wearing their dresses and giggling in the mirror.
"Look, Ren, don't we look divine?" Monique beamed. "But where's your dress, girl?"
"It didn't fit, okay?!" Ren shouted. "Leave me alone for a minute, I need to find that model."
