(A/N: Okay, this is my first fic, so I don't really know how this is going to go. Reviews would be appreciated, even if they're just to tell me that I made a mistake. I'm hoping to learn from this, and if feedback is good, hopefully I'll get the confidence to continue...)
[Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, it all belongs to the creators of Degrassi]
Ashley Kerwin and her best friend, Ellie Nash, were wandering aimlessly down the hallways of Degrassi Community School before their first class started. Cradling her books in her arms, Ashley watched all of the underclassmen (including her stepbrother, Toby) rush to their lockers in the sophomore hallway. Now in 11th grade, she was glad she could escape that madness and find her own locker in the juniors' hallway. "So, you're coming to my party on Saturday, right?" Ashley asked Ellie, turning to face her.
"For the millionth time, of course," Ellie said, causing both of them to laugh. "I wouldn't miss it, Ash. Don't worry."
"Sorry, I forgot," Ash said, ducking her head slightly in an apology. "With all of the planning I've been doing, it's hard to remember who all said they were coming."
"No prob, Ash, but planning? What's there to plan? Snacks to eat, music to play, people to invite... It doesn't seem all that hard to me. The hardest part seems to be setting up, and if you need help, I'm right here." Ellie said, grinning.
"Thanks, El. That'd be great," Ash said, meaning it. Not even a second later, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. "Woops, looks like we're late for Kwan's class."
"Uh, Ash? Tell me something I don't know," Ellie teased. "Heaven forbid we're not in our seats on time." Her sarcastic comment caused both of them to turn around and head for their class. A few seconds later they were at the door, walking in while trying not to catch too much attention.
"Ashley, Ellie, how nice of you to join us," Mrs. Kwan said, greeting them in the doorway. "Now, if you'd please take your seats so I may start class, that would be wonderful." Shutting the door as the girls sat down, apologizing in unison, Ms. Kwan turned back to them. "See me after class." The two nodded and opened their books, ready to work.
After talking to Ms. Kwan, they left for their next classes. Before they knew it, it was their lunch period. Finding an open table inside the tiny cafeteria, they sat down and scanned the crowd of students around them. Marco Del Rossi, an ex-boyfriend of Ellie's, was sitting over across the room with Paige Michalchuk, Spinner Mason, Jimmy Brooks, and Hazel Aden. Ellie, who never got along really well with Paige, had declined the offers a long time ago to sit at their table. Ashley, who only last year had renewed her friendship with the popular blond cheerleader and her friends, had decided to stick with Ellie. She used the excuse that she preferred listening to civilized conversation instead of the latest gossip making it's way around the school.
Ash's stepbrother was sitting near Paige's table, next to sophomores J.T. Yorke and Emma Nelson. The seat next to Emma was empty, not very surprising. It's usual occupant, Manny Santos, had had a falling out with her then-time best friend and made new friends, sitting at their tables instead. Just the thought of Manny had angered Ashley ever since she'd found out last year that her boyfriend at the time, Craig Manning, had been cheating on her with the sophomore (who was a freshman at the time). Trying to get her mind off of her, Ashley turned to Ellie and asked, "So, what are you planning on wearing Saturday?"
Ellie glanced up at Ashley, an annoyed expression on her face. "Well, I was going to wear my favorite pink dress, you know, the one with all the lacy frills? And then I was going to wear my pearl necklace and earrings with a big white bow in my hair," she replied sarcastically. "Come on, Ash, get real. As if I plan my outfits for the weekend."
"I'm being real, El. But you have to do me a favor," Ash added, an odd glint in her eyes.
"What? I'm already helping to set up." She stuck her plastic spork into the plastic cup full of cherry flavored sherbet, contemplating whether or not it was edible.
"Let me give you a makeover beforehand," Ash prompted, trying not to sound too excited. In truth, Ashley had been hoping to give Ellie one for quite a while. Now that the new school year had started, she'd figured that the makeover would be perfect for her party.
"Uh, no way. Sorry, Ash, but I'm not the makeover kind of girl." She took a bite of the sherbet and then immediately wished she hadn't. Spitting it out into her napkin, she grabbed her bottle of juice and unscrewed the cap as fast as she could. After gulping down half of the bottle's contents, the taste still lingered in her mouth. "Sherbet, yeah right. More like frozen pesticides..." Ashley laughed, a brilliant idea popping into her head.
"Either let me give you a makeover or I'll go tell Sheila what you really think of the sherbet," Ash challenged. Both girls looked towards the lunch line to see the head of lunch personnel yelling at a student who'd seemingly been complaining about the corn. Seeing Ellie's face, she let out an inner sigh of relief.
"Fine," Ellie grumbled, shoving the sherbet at Ash. "But I'm warning you, if I end up looking like Paige, you're dead! And it's only for one night, got it?" Ash agreed, a satisfied smile playing across her face.
"By the time I'm done with you, people won't believe that you're still Ellie," Ash said.
Ellie glared up at her, smashing the Styrofoam plate into pieces with her spork as she responded, "That's what I'm afraid of."
"Oh, come on, El! I'm good at doing makeup, and I know the perfect outfit for you! You'll love it, I promise."
"If you're talking about that bright yellow tank top with the blue butterfly on it, you're on your own. No way am I wearing that… thing." Emphasizing the last word, Ash's warm smile started to fade.
"I thought you said you liked that shirt!" she accused, tossing her plate into the nearest garbage can.
"Correction. I said you looked good in that shirt. Me, I'm a completely different person. Besides, yellow isn't my color. You know that, so don't even pretend not to." They both smiled again, causing the ice to melt. "So, if I don't like it, what do I get in return? This isn't going to be a one-sided favor."
"I already told you, you're gonna look great. But, if we have to make a deal, I guess I'll go for it. If you don't like my makeover, you can do my hair any way you want and I'll wear it to school on Monday." Ash smiled, satisfied with her thinking.
"Uh uh, no way, that's so not fair!" Ellie argued. "You're giving me a complete makeover, I should be able to do the same to you! Is it a deal or not?"
Sighing, Ashley turned to her, holding out her hand to shake on it. "Deal."
[Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, it all belongs to the creators of Degrassi]
Ashley Kerwin and her best friend, Ellie Nash, were wandering aimlessly down the hallways of Degrassi Community School before their first class started. Cradling her books in her arms, Ashley watched all of the underclassmen (including her stepbrother, Toby) rush to their lockers in the sophomore hallway. Now in 11th grade, she was glad she could escape that madness and find her own locker in the juniors' hallway. "So, you're coming to my party on Saturday, right?" Ashley asked Ellie, turning to face her.
"For the millionth time, of course," Ellie said, causing both of them to laugh. "I wouldn't miss it, Ash. Don't worry."
"Sorry, I forgot," Ash said, ducking her head slightly in an apology. "With all of the planning I've been doing, it's hard to remember who all said they were coming."
"No prob, Ash, but planning? What's there to plan? Snacks to eat, music to play, people to invite... It doesn't seem all that hard to me. The hardest part seems to be setting up, and if you need help, I'm right here." Ellie said, grinning.
"Thanks, El. That'd be great," Ash said, meaning it. Not even a second later, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. "Woops, looks like we're late for Kwan's class."
"Uh, Ash? Tell me something I don't know," Ellie teased. "Heaven forbid we're not in our seats on time." Her sarcastic comment caused both of them to turn around and head for their class. A few seconds later they were at the door, walking in while trying not to catch too much attention.
"Ashley, Ellie, how nice of you to join us," Mrs. Kwan said, greeting them in the doorway. "Now, if you'd please take your seats so I may start class, that would be wonderful." Shutting the door as the girls sat down, apologizing in unison, Ms. Kwan turned back to them. "See me after class." The two nodded and opened their books, ready to work.
After talking to Ms. Kwan, they left for their next classes. Before they knew it, it was their lunch period. Finding an open table inside the tiny cafeteria, they sat down and scanned the crowd of students around them. Marco Del Rossi, an ex-boyfriend of Ellie's, was sitting over across the room with Paige Michalchuk, Spinner Mason, Jimmy Brooks, and Hazel Aden. Ellie, who never got along really well with Paige, had declined the offers a long time ago to sit at their table. Ashley, who only last year had renewed her friendship with the popular blond cheerleader and her friends, had decided to stick with Ellie. She used the excuse that she preferred listening to civilized conversation instead of the latest gossip making it's way around the school.
Ash's stepbrother was sitting near Paige's table, next to sophomores J.T. Yorke and Emma Nelson. The seat next to Emma was empty, not very surprising. It's usual occupant, Manny Santos, had had a falling out with her then-time best friend and made new friends, sitting at their tables instead. Just the thought of Manny had angered Ashley ever since she'd found out last year that her boyfriend at the time, Craig Manning, had been cheating on her with the sophomore (who was a freshman at the time). Trying to get her mind off of her, Ashley turned to Ellie and asked, "So, what are you planning on wearing Saturday?"
Ellie glanced up at Ashley, an annoyed expression on her face. "Well, I was going to wear my favorite pink dress, you know, the one with all the lacy frills? And then I was going to wear my pearl necklace and earrings with a big white bow in my hair," she replied sarcastically. "Come on, Ash, get real. As if I plan my outfits for the weekend."
"I'm being real, El. But you have to do me a favor," Ash added, an odd glint in her eyes.
"What? I'm already helping to set up." She stuck her plastic spork into the plastic cup full of cherry flavored sherbet, contemplating whether or not it was edible.
"Let me give you a makeover beforehand," Ash prompted, trying not to sound too excited. In truth, Ashley had been hoping to give Ellie one for quite a while. Now that the new school year had started, she'd figured that the makeover would be perfect for her party.
"Uh, no way. Sorry, Ash, but I'm not the makeover kind of girl." She took a bite of the sherbet and then immediately wished she hadn't. Spitting it out into her napkin, she grabbed her bottle of juice and unscrewed the cap as fast as she could. After gulping down half of the bottle's contents, the taste still lingered in her mouth. "Sherbet, yeah right. More like frozen pesticides..." Ashley laughed, a brilliant idea popping into her head.
"Either let me give you a makeover or I'll go tell Sheila what you really think of the sherbet," Ash challenged. Both girls looked towards the lunch line to see the head of lunch personnel yelling at a student who'd seemingly been complaining about the corn. Seeing Ellie's face, she let out an inner sigh of relief.
"Fine," Ellie grumbled, shoving the sherbet at Ash. "But I'm warning you, if I end up looking like Paige, you're dead! And it's only for one night, got it?" Ash agreed, a satisfied smile playing across her face.
"By the time I'm done with you, people won't believe that you're still Ellie," Ash said.
Ellie glared up at her, smashing the Styrofoam plate into pieces with her spork as she responded, "That's what I'm afraid of."
"Oh, come on, El! I'm good at doing makeup, and I know the perfect outfit for you! You'll love it, I promise."
"If you're talking about that bright yellow tank top with the blue butterfly on it, you're on your own. No way am I wearing that… thing." Emphasizing the last word, Ash's warm smile started to fade.
"I thought you said you liked that shirt!" she accused, tossing her plate into the nearest garbage can.
"Correction. I said you looked good in that shirt. Me, I'm a completely different person. Besides, yellow isn't my color. You know that, so don't even pretend not to." They both smiled again, causing the ice to melt. "So, if I don't like it, what do I get in return? This isn't going to be a one-sided favor."
"I already told you, you're gonna look great. But, if we have to make a deal, I guess I'll go for it. If you don't like my makeover, you can do my hair any way you want and I'll wear it to school on Monday." Ash smiled, satisfied with her thinking.
"Uh uh, no way, that's so not fair!" Ellie argued. "You're giving me a complete makeover, I should be able to do the same to you! Is it a deal or not?"
Sighing, Ashley turned to her, holding out her hand to shake on it. "Deal."