~*~Chapter Four- Fret for your Alan~*~
"What are you doing here?" Julie asked, looking amazed. "You're."
"Even hotter in person!" Erica exclaimed, running over and hugging the figure in the hallway. "You're so hot! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you? Can I have your autograph?"
De's head snapped up. "Like, Morgan, like what's like going like on?"
"Like, I like don't like know! Like, the like last like thing like I like remember like is like you like putting like on like glitter."
"Like, glitter like is like the like greatest like thing like ever!"
"Like, totally!" Morgan cried shrilly.
"Oh, my God!" Julie exclaimed. "What did you do to them?"
"I told you," Hillary said, smiling. "We prepitized them."
"Like, oh my God, like I like need like to like shop like for like pink like clothes!" De said, sitting up. "Like, oh my God, like I like need like to like brush like my like hair like a like thousand like times!"
"Like, wow, like, De, your like nails like are like black!"
"That's disgusting," Julie said, shaking her head. "You're disgusting."
"Oh, my God!" Erica was saying. "Do you have a girlfriend? Want to go back to my hotel room?"
"Erica!" Julie exclaimed. "Do you not see the super whores and De over here?"
"Of course I do," Erica said, rolling her eyes. "It's just that I talk to De all the time, but how often to I get to talk to Alan Rickman?"
"If you're insane, every day. Now help me get rid of Amanda Bynes and Hillary Duff."
"That's why I'm here," Alan said, stepping out of the shadows and dragging Erica into the lobby with him. She was hugging his waist and looking up dreamily at him.
"Sing for me, Alan?" Erica asked, smiling.
"Like, Morgan, like do like you like feel like weird?" De asked, looking at her cousin. "Like, I like don't like talk like like this."
"Like, me like neither. Like, I like remember like her like putting like glitter like on like us." Morgan answered, pointing at Amanda Bynes. "Like, that like must have like messed like us like up."
"Like, I'll like never like be like able like to like face like the like world like again!" De groaned. "Like, we like have like to like fight like her."
"Like, yeah, like kick like her like ass."
"Like, bitchy like prep." De shook her head and climbed to her feet. "Like, you're like going like down."
"Like totally." Morgan stood up and rushed over to Amanda. She grabbed the glitter out of her hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. Morgan yanked Amanda's head back and drop kicked her.
De rushed over to Hillary and left hooked her. After a few minutes, the two had managed to drag them into an empty room and lock them in. De smacked herself hard, then looked at Morgan who did the same.
"Did it work?"
"Yeah, we aren't talking like we're on the prep squad anymore!" Morgan exclaimed happily. "Thank God."
De looked around the room and her eyes landed on Alan. "Um, you're Alan Rickman."
He nodded.
"Why are you here?" She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't a whore too, right?"
"De, show some respect!" Erica cried, hurrying over to her and pushing her onto her knees. "Bow down to him."
"But, I don't wanna!" De protested, trying to stand up. "He's ugly."
Erica gasped. "He saved your life!"
"He did not," Morgan said, frowning. "We did."
"His presence here gave you the strength to overcome their evil makeup," Erica explained. "Without him, you would have never realized something was wrong."
"Erica, he's an actor!" Morgan exclaimed.
"And not a very good one." De added, nodding. "He isn't a god."
"But. he might have Tom's digits!" Morgan looked at Alan. "Do you?"
Alan nodded. "Yes. Why?"
De smiled. "Excellent." She laughed evily.
Alan shook his head. "Americans are weird."
"What are you doing here?" Julie asked, looking amazed. "You're."
"Even hotter in person!" Erica exclaimed, running over and hugging the figure in the hallway. "You're so hot! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you? Can I have your autograph?"
De's head snapped up. "Like, Morgan, like what's like going like on?"
"Like, I like don't like know! Like, the like last like thing like I like remember like is like you like putting like on like glitter."
"Like, glitter like is like the like greatest like thing like ever!"
"Like, totally!" Morgan cried shrilly.
"Oh, my God!" Julie exclaimed. "What did you do to them?"
"I told you," Hillary said, smiling. "We prepitized them."
"Like, oh my God, like I like need like to like shop like for like pink like clothes!" De said, sitting up. "Like, oh my God, like I like need like to like brush like my like hair like a like thousand like times!"
"Like, wow, like, De, your like nails like are like black!"
"That's disgusting," Julie said, shaking her head. "You're disgusting."
"Oh, my God!" Erica was saying. "Do you have a girlfriend? Want to go back to my hotel room?"
"Erica!" Julie exclaimed. "Do you not see the super whores and De over here?"
"Of course I do," Erica said, rolling her eyes. "It's just that I talk to De all the time, but how often to I get to talk to Alan Rickman?"
"If you're insane, every day. Now help me get rid of Amanda Bynes and Hillary Duff."
"That's why I'm here," Alan said, stepping out of the shadows and dragging Erica into the lobby with him. She was hugging his waist and looking up dreamily at him.
"Sing for me, Alan?" Erica asked, smiling.
"Like, Morgan, like do like you like feel like weird?" De asked, looking at her cousin. "Like, I like don't like talk like like this."
"Like, me like neither. Like, I like remember like her like putting like glitter like on like us." Morgan answered, pointing at Amanda Bynes. "Like, that like must have like messed like us like up."
"Like, I'll like never like be like able like to like face like the like world like again!" De groaned. "Like, we like have like to like fight like her."
"Like, yeah, like kick like her like ass."
"Like, bitchy like prep." De shook her head and climbed to her feet. "Like, you're like going like down."
"Like totally." Morgan stood up and rushed over to Amanda. She grabbed the glitter out of her hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. Morgan yanked Amanda's head back and drop kicked her.
De rushed over to Hillary and left hooked her. After a few minutes, the two had managed to drag them into an empty room and lock them in. De smacked herself hard, then looked at Morgan who did the same.
"Did it work?"
"Yeah, we aren't talking like we're on the prep squad anymore!" Morgan exclaimed happily. "Thank God."
De looked around the room and her eyes landed on Alan. "Um, you're Alan Rickman."
He nodded.
"Why are you here?" She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't a whore too, right?"
"De, show some respect!" Erica cried, hurrying over to her and pushing her onto her knees. "Bow down to him."
"But, I don't wanna!" De protested, trying to stand up. "He's ugly."
Erica gasped. "He saved your life!"
"He did not," Morgan said, frowning. "We did."
"His presence here gave you the strength to overcome their evil makeup," Erica explained. "Without him, you would have never realized something was wrong."
"Erica, he's an actor!" Morgan exclaimed.
"And not a very good one." De added, nodding. "He isn't a god."
"But. he might have Tom's digits!" Morgan looked at Alan. "Do you?"
Alan nodded. "Yes. Why?"
De smiled. "Excellent." She laughed evily.
Alan shook his head. "Americans are weird."
