~*~Chapter Three- S.W.U Attack~*~
De nodded. "There's a plus to this though."
"What's that?" Julie asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't see a plus."
"She has a cellphone," Morgan said, glancing at De and nodding. "With numbers stored on it."
"Well, so do I," Erica said, motioning to their room. "That's nothing special."
"Think, Erica, for the love of God, think!" De cried, shaking her by the shoulders.
"Stop it!" Erica said, pushing De away. "I'm thinking, but I don't think she knows anyone. that we would want. to. know." She grinned.
"That's right," Morgan said nodding. "I'll bet she has Tom's number stored there. And maybe Sean's."
"And Alan and Jason?" Erica asked hopefully.
De nodded. "She's probably slept with them on more than one occasion."
Erica shook her head. "That bitch."
There was a soft thump as the front door opened and then shut. De and Morgan turned in time to see a blonde girl and a brunette girl walk into the lobby.
"Hello, we are the S.W.U," The blonde said in a familiar voice.
"You're that chick from Disney!" Morgan exclaimed, standing up and pointing. "And you're the one from Nickelodeon."
They both nodded. "We are the Super Whores United." The brunette said.
"I knew they were whores, didn't I?" De asked Morgan. "I told you."
Morgan nodded. "Yeah, you told me."
"We heard that one of our members was not wearing makeup," The blonde said.
"Wait, who are you?" Julie asked, looking between them. "I mean, your names."
"I am Hillary Duff and she is Amanda Bynes."
"Oh, yeah," Julie said, nodding. "I've seen some of your stuff."
"Unfortunently," Morgan muttered.'
"So there really is an underground association of famous whores," De said, sitting down against the counter and hugging her knees. "I should have known."
Amanda nodded. "Yes. Only whores of our magnitude could become actresses."
Hillary nodded. "And now that you know our secret, we must prepitize you."
"What?" Erica asked. "Prepitize?"
"Make you into preps, like us," Amanda reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of squeeze on glitter. "Prepare to be prepitized."
"Nooo!" Morgan wailed, grabbing De's forearm. "You can't! I have too much to live for!"
"Not glitter!" De said breathlessly. "Anything but glitter!"
Amanda walked over to Morgan and De, and stood over them with the bottle of glitter poised over their heads. She glanced at Hillary, who nodded, then squeezed hard. A stream of glittery gel hit De and Morgan on the top of their heads, and drizzled down their faces. De's screamed and clawed furiously at her face.
"Get it off, get it off!" De yelled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Oh, the pain!" Morgan moaned. "I'm dying."
"Don't go into the light," De muttered, her voice getting softer. "Stay away from the light."
"Why, what's the light?" Morgan asked, her voice shaking.
"A gymnasium," De's arms became limp and fell to her sides.
"What's in the gym?"
"A. pep rally." De made an odd gurgling noise, then collapsed against Morgan.
"You killed her!" Erica cried, looking horrified.
"Gross, a dead body," Julie said, making a face.
"She's not dead," Amanda said, stepping back. "When she wakes up, she'll be a cheerleader."
Erica glared at her. "Then you're dead."
"Oh, yeah? And I suppose you'll kill me?"
"Wrong," A voice said from behind them. "I will."
Erica turned around. "You!"
De nodded. "There's a plus to this though."
"What's that?" Julie asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't see a plus."
"She has a cellphone," Morgan said, glancing at De and nodding. "With numbers stored on it."
"Well, so do I," Erica said, motioning to their room. "That's nothing special."
"Think, Erica, for the love of God, think!" De cried, shaking her by the shoulders.
"Stop it!" Erica said, pushing De away. "I'm thinking, but I don't think she knows anyone. that we would want. to. know." She grinned.
"That's right," Morgan said nodding. "I'll bet she has Tom's number stored there. And maybe Sean's."
"And Alan and Jason?" Erica asked hopefully.
De nodded. "She's probably slept with them on more than one occasion."
Erica shook her head. "That bitch."
There was a soft thump as the front door opened and then shut. De and Morgan turned in time to see a blonde girl and a brunette girl walk into the lobby.
"Hello, we are the S.W.U," The blonde said in a familiar voice.
"You're that chick from Disney!" Morgan exclaimed, standing up and pointing. "And you're the one from Nickelodeon."
They both nodded. "We are the Super Whores United." The brunette said.
"I knew they were whores, didn't I?" De asked Morgan. "I told you."
Morgan nodded. "Yeah, you told me."
"We heard that one of our members was not wearing makeup," The blonde said.
"Wait, who are you?" Julie asked, looking between them. "I mean, your names."
"I am Hillary Duff and she is Amanda Bynes."
"Oh, yeah," Julie said, nodding. "I've seen some of your stuff."
"Unfortunently," Morgan muttered.'
"So there really is an underground association of famous whores," De said, sitting down against the counter and hugging her knees. "I should have known."
Amanda nodded. "Yes. Only whores of our magnitude could become actresses."
Hillary nodded. "And now that you know our secret, we must prepitize you."
"What?" Erica asked. "Prepitize?"
"Make you into preps, like us," Amanda reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of squeeze on glitter. "Prepare to be prepitized."
"Nooo!" Morgan wailed, grabbing De's forearm. "You can't! I have too much to live for!"
"Not glitter!" De said breathlessly. "Anything but glitter!"
Amanda walked over to Morgan and De, and stood over them with the bottle of glitter poised over their heads. She glanced at Hillary, who nodded, then squeezed hard. A stream of glittery gel hit De and Morgan on the top of their heads, and drizzled down their faces. De's screamed and clawed furiously at her face.
"Get it off, get it off!" De yelled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Oh, the pain!" Morgan moaned. "I'm dying."
"Don't go into the light," De muttered, her voice getting softer. "Stay away from the light."
"Why, what's the light?" Morgan asked, her voice shaking.
"A gymnasium," De's arms became limp and fell to her sides.
"What's in the gym?"
"A. pep rally." De made an odd gurgling noise, then collapsed against Morgan.
"You killed her!" Erica cried, looking horrified.
"Gross, a dead body," Julie said, making a face.
"She's not dead," Amanda said, stepping back. "When she wakes up, she'll be a cheerleader."
Erica glared at her. "Then you're dead."
"Oh, yeah? And I suppose you'll kill me?"
"Wrong," A voice said from behind them. "I will."
Erica turned around. "You!"
