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Marvel.
Alison Blaire pulled several curlers out of her hair, depositing them on the floor of her private bathroom. Locks of her blonde hair were now falling halfway down her back in long ringlets. She applied a thin circle of black eyeliner around her eyes, and straightened out her eyelashes. Alison walked through an open door that lead to her room. On her pink- sheeted bed lay a pink, sparkly, belly-baring top, with faded blue flares.
The teen quickly dressed, putting on big, loop earrings after she was clothed. Alison checked herself over, and finally went downstairs, where her father was sitting in his burgundy lounge chair, his face hidden behind a newspaper. As Alison passed him to collect her brown leather jacket from the hall closet, Mr. Blaire lowered him logical paper to peer at his daughter.
"You scared, Ali?" Alison turned around, slipping the cool leather on. She already knew her father was trying to give her another lecture on choosing law or music. She rolled her eyes, making sure he couldn't see her, and reached for the door, opening it, and letting the cold seep into the living room.
"I'm anything but scared," she said with a cheery smile, skipping over the doorframe, and lightly closing the door behind her. "I've only been singing and dancing since I was five." She walked down the few steps to the sidewalk, and began her short trek to Bobby's house. Her friend, Johnny Storm, was probably picking him up right now.
As soon as the thought escaped her mind, flaming red 1985 convertible Cadillac Eldorado came around the corner, the headlights blinding Alison. She raised her arm to stop the light from erasing her vision, and waited until the stylish car pulled up next to her. She hadn't recognized the driver until now. He had his hair combed differently today, the blond bangs hanging over his eyebrows, but exposing his dark blue irises. He was wearing a red shirt, a weird symbol in white drawn on the front. His left hand was resting on his faded, loose blue jeans. His right hand was tightly gripping the steering wheel.
"New car, Johnny?" Alison asked as she opened the car door, and got into the front seat. She didn't see a sign of Bobby, or a smell of him. He had a fetish with a new brand of cologne she'd given him for his birthday. "And where is Bobby?"
"Mrs. Drake said he's in Bayville," Johnny said uncertainly as he sped off down the road. "And, the car's brand new. Got it for the game." Johnny was referring to the championship basketball game he'd helped their school win when he shot the winning shot. Johnny's parents were both physicians, and rich, owning a mansion in the center of Long Island. Johnny could get what he wanted, being the only kid in his family at the moment. His older sister was in California, newly engaged.
"He's in Bayville?" Alison repeated, glancing over. "Bayville, New York? Why? He's not going to miss my performance, right?" Alison had the tendency to want everyone to see her.
"Oh, you mean the performance that's been done about a thousand times?" Johnny cracked, smiling. Alison reached over the armrests between them, and smacked his arm roughly. Johnny laughed some more, and spun the wheel to the right, a large school coming into view. Lights were shining into the sky, and a line of traffic was already forming, trying to get a park. The two-story high school was ablaze with activity tonight.
"Actually," Alison began as Johnny came to a stop behind a long line of sport cars, "I wrote a new song, and even made choreography and everything. I'm going to be the next Britney Spears, I tell you." Johnny made a loud coughing noise, and looked out his window. "What?" Alison asked.
"What are you wearing?" he countered, snatching at her brown overcoat, and peeling it from her body. Alison hastily smacked at his hand, and said, "Keep your eyes on the road, not on my body." Johnny just smiled helplessly, and pulled around the beat up car in front of him, zooming toward the school on the left side of the road. Alison reached back and hastily slapped the thick string over herself.
"With being the role model of the whole school," Alison shouted, raising her voice to speak over the engine, "you'd think you would have the smarts to drive slowly and on the right side of the road!" Johnny pulled out in front of a beat up Camaro and turned sharply into a parking spot. Before Alison could even attempt to open her door, Johnny had killed the engine, and ran around the car to open her door. He bent over politely.
"Thanks, Johnny," Alison said quickly as she stepped out, and waited for him to close the door. They then set off through the school parking lot toward the gymnasium, which had multicolored flashes of light zooming through the windows. They walked into the party, and Alison was instantly excited. Lights were spinning in every direction, and the scene was more like a Friday nightclub than a last-day-of-school dance.
Alison suddenly felt someone tugging at her left arm, and she looked over to see a short brown-haired teen, his round glasses askew on his nose. He had a headset on, and was trying his best to look important in his flashy clothes. "Come with me, Ms. Blaire. You're late." Alison managed to wave at Johnny, who was already dancing with a redhead, before allowing herself to be taken back into the locker rooms, which had been turned into a replica of a concert's backstage. Alison let her overcoat be taken away, and she quickly wrapped her arms around her lower torso, covering her belly.
"Ms. Blaire!" Another nerdy boy came running up to her, sticking an earpiece into her right ear. He then attached a portable microphone to her left ear, the tiny microphone extending to beside her mouth. Then he steered her to the right into a small room, which used to be a bathroom. It was now a room with nothing but a radio in a corner. The usually white marble floor was now slick wood, and one fourth of the wall was a large mirror. She'd stepped into a dance studio.
"Now.here are your backup dancers." Alison glanced over at two girls, one Asian and one Hispanic, who wore the exact same clothes she had on. They both smiled, and then took position in the center of the room, striking unique poses. Alison looked from them to the short nerd with a look of question.
"Oh!" He snickered lightly, and sucked in air unnecessarily, motioning toward them. "You can take the stage at anytime, since we want you to perform on your time. After you're down, we'll bring in the professional boy band we hired, and you can go party with your friends."
"But," Alison cut him off, pointing at her dancers. "What's with the striking of poses and.stuff?"
"Oh," he scratched his head. "They don't know the dance moves to your song, and we have to see the CD you made so we can prepare it." Alison stared at him for a few seconds before handing over the instrumental disk, which she'd only completed last night. She walked over to the girls, standing between them. They both pushed her forward a few feet, letting her be the center of attention.
"You stand there," the oriental girl said. "You're singing, so you deserve to be in front, okay?" Her tanned companion nodded with agreement as Alison slowly nodded, turning to the mirror. She watched as the short boy skipped over to the radio, inserted the CD, and her song soon blasted into the bathroom.
Sorry for the LONG delay. Only one person reviewed the story, anyway. I've been writing slowly for a while, but this chapter was done last month. I just waited to see if I could get in more. Next chapter, we'll see Alison and Johnny display their powers, Bobby, Kitty, Emma, and Logan aiding them, along with a mystery group of people ^_~
Alison Blaire pulled several curlers out of her hair, depositing them on the floor of her private bathroom. Locks of her blonde hair were now falling halfway down her back in long ringlets. She applied a thin circle of black eyeliner around her eyes, and straightened out her eyelashes. Alison walked through an open door that lead to her room. On her pink- sheeted bed lay a pink, sparkly, belly-baring top, with faded blue flares.
The teen quickly dressed, putting on big, loop earrings after she was clothed. Alison checked herself over, and finally went downstairs, where her father was sitting in his burgundy lounge chair, his face hidden behind a newspaper. As Alison passed him to collect her brown leather jacket from the hall closet, Mr. Blaire lowered him logical paper to peer at his daughter.
"You scared, Ali?" Alison turned around, slipping the cool leather on. She already knew her father was trying to give her another lecture on choosing law or music. She rolled her eyes, making sure he couldn't see her, and reached for the door, opening it, and letting the cold seep into the living room.
"I'm anything but scared," she said with a cheery smile, skipping over the doorframe, and lightly closing the door behind her. "I've only been singing and dancing since I was five." She walked down the few steps to the sidewalk, and began her short trek to Bobby's house. Her friend, Johnny Storm, was probably picking him up right now.
As soon as the thought escaped her mind, flaming red 1985 convertible Cadillac Eldorado came around the corner, the headlights blinding Alison. She raised her arm to stop the light from erasing her vision, and waited until the stylish car pulled up next to her. She hadn't recognized the driver until now. He had his hair combed differently today, the blond bangs hanging over his eyebrows, but exposing his dark blue irises. He was wearing a red shirt, a weird symbol in white drawn on the front. His left hand was resting on his faded, loose blue jeans. His right hand was tightly gripping the steering wheel.
"New car, Johnny?" Alison asked as she opened the car door, and got into the front seat. She didn't see a sign of Bobby, or a smell of him. He had a fetish with a new brand of cologne she'd given him for his birthday. "And where is Bobby?"
"Mrs. Drake said he's in Bayville," Johnny said uncertainly as he sped off down the road. "And, the car's brand new. Got it for the game." Johnny was referring to the championship basketball game he'd helped their school win when he shot the winning shot. Johnny's parents were both physicians, and rich, owning a mansion in the center of Long Island. Johnny could get what he wanted, being the only kid in his family at the moment. His older sister was in California, newly engaged.
"He's in Bayville?" Alison repeated, glancing over. "Bayville, New York? Why? He's not going to miss my performance, right?" Alison had the tendency to want everyone to see her.
"Oh, you mean the performance that's been done about a thousand times?" Johnny cracked, smiling. Alison reached over the armrests between them, and smacked his arm roughly. Johnny laughed some more, and spun the wheel to the right, a large school coming into view. Lights were shining into the sky, and a line of traffic was already forming, trying to get a park. The two-story high school was ablaze with activity tonight.
"Actually," Alison began as Johnny came to a stop behind a long line of sport cars, "I wrote a new song, and even made choreography and everything. I'm going to be the next Britney Spears, I tell you." Johnny made a loud coughing noise, and looked out his window. "What?" Alison asked.
"What are you wearing?" he countered, snatching at her brown overcoat, and peeling it from her body. Alison hastily smacked at his hand, and said, "Keep your eyes on the road, not on my body." Johnny just smiled helplessly, and pulled around the beat up car in front of him, zooming toward the school on the left side of the road. Alison reached back and hastily slapped the thick string over herself.
"With being the role model of the whole school," Alison shouted, raising her voice to speak over the engine, "you'd think you would have the smarts to drive slowly and on the right side of the road!" Johnny pulled out in front of a beat up Camaro and turned sharply into a parking spot. Before Alison could even attempt to open her door, Johnny had killed the engine, and ran around the car to open her door. He bent over politely.
"Thanks, Johnny," Alison said quickly as she stepped out, and waited for him to close the door. They then set off through the school parking lot toward the gymnasium, which had multicolored flashes of light zooming through the windows. They walked into the party, and Alison was instantly excited. Lights were spinning in every direction, and the scene was more like a Friday nightclub than a last-day-of-school dance.
Alison suddenly felt someone tugging at her left arm, and she looked over to see a short brown-haired teen, his round glasses askew on his nose. He had a headset on, and was trying his best to look important in his flashy clothes. "Come with me, Ms. Blaire. You're late." Alison managed to wave at Johnny, who was already dancing with a redhead, before allowing herself to be taken back into the locker rooms, which had been turned into a replica of a concert's backstage. Alison let her overcoat be taken away, and she quickly wrapped her arms around her lower torso, covering her belly.
"Ms. Blaire!" Another nerdy boy came running up to her, sticking an earpiece into her right ear. He then attached a portable microphone to her left ear, the tiny microphone extending to beside her mouth. Then he steered her to the right into a small room, which used to be a bathroom. It was now a room with nothing but a radio in a corner. The usually white marble floor was now slick wood, and one fourth of the wall was a large mirror. She'd stepped into a dance studio.
"Now.here are your backup dancers." Alison glanced over at two girls, one Asian and one Hispanic, who wore the exact same clothes she had on. They both smiled, and then took position in the center of the room, striking unique poses. Alison looked from them to the short nerd with a look of question.
"Oh!" He snickered lightly, and sucked in air unnecessarily, motioning toward them. "You can take the stage at anytime, since we want you to perform on your time. After you're down, we'll bring in the professional boy band we hired, and you can go party with your friends."
"But," Alison cut him off, pointing at her dancers. "What's with the striking of poses and.stuff?"
"Oh," he scratched his head. "They don't know the dance moves to your song, and we have to see the CD you made so we can prepare it." Alison stared at him for a few seconds before handing over the instrumental disk, which she'd only completed last night. She walked over to the girls, standing between them. They both pushed her forward a few feet, letting her be the center of attention.
"You stand there," the oriental girl said. "You're singing, so you deserve to be in front, okay?" Her tanned companion nodded with agreement as Alison slowly nodded, turning to the mirror. She watched as the short boy skipped over to the radio, inserted the CD, and her song soon blasted into the bathroom.
Sorry for the LONG delay. Only one person reviewed the story, anyway. I've been writing slowly for a while, but this chapter was done last month. I just waited to see if I could get in more. Next chapter, we'll see Alison and Johnny display their powers, Bobby, Kitty, Emma, and Logan aiding them, along with a mystery group of people ^_~