[A/N:] Well I've been getting glowing reviews (thank you so much) so here I am with another post! Hopefully it'll be good for you guys? And I'm trying to make it long...
So enjoy!
-Cam
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Joan stood before a full-length mirror.
Tonight's the dance. What am I going to do? What if I see Adam there?
"Joan honey!"
Helen Girardi broke Joan out of her spasmic thoughts.
"Grace is here!!"
Joan smiled at the sound of Luke's bedroom door opening. She opened hers and walked over to Luke.
"Down geek... Good boy good boy!"
Joan pushed Luke back into his room and was about to close the door on him when he whimpered. "Come ON Joan she is my girlfriend."
Footsteps ascended the stairway as Grace made it up to Joan's bedroom.
"Girardi, why in the world did you want me here 3 hours early? It's not going to take us that long to get dressed."
Joan looked half-shocked. She began speaking in a tone as if she were talking to a child.
"We're already behind schedule Grace, now no complaining and go to my room pronto."
Grace made a semi devil face and fixed it on Joan.
Luke laughed at Grace's face but was suddenly silenced by Joan's glare.
Grace saluted toward Joan and marched into her bedroom.
"C'mon Joan you're like the dance nazi-"
"Shut it dweeb!"
Joan shoved Luke's face in and slammed his door.
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Grace lied there, stomach side down on Joan's bed, finishing up the last bit of her homework.
Joan however, stood in front of the mirror, decidin on what shade eyeshadow she should use.
This is just the beginning, Grace thought.
Grace suddenly sat up and looked at Joan.
"Hey Girardi, did you get your test back from AP Physics."
Joan put her eyeshadow down and began picking through lipgloss and lipstick.
"Yeah its over there in my binder."
Grace fanned through Joan's papers and finally came across the test.
"95%?! How did you get a 95?!"
Joan paused a moment before shrugging.
"Riley's a good study partner."
Grace glared at the back of Joan's head.
"I studied with your brother, the genius, and I got an 83! You are evil Girardi, I swear."
Joan turned around from the mirror and smiled smugly at Grace.
"Now Grace... I've picked out the perfect dress for you, makeup and accessories to match."
Grace moved herself backwards on the bed, pinning her back to the wall.
"Woah there Girardi, you aren't putting anything on me!"
Joan smiled wickedly.
"Oh... I don't think you'll appreciate the pictures I have of you and Luuuuuuke making out..."
Grace narrowed her eyes.
"I repeat myself once agian. You are evil Girardi, I swear."
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(2 and a half hours later)
Grace stood before Joan's full length mirror in a mix of a forest and pale green dress. It held up only on one shoulder strap, where as the other strap fit snugly below the shoulder, two light green sheers of cloth hanging down from it. The dress billowed out around her ankles and her hair was fanned out around the ends, like a Meg Ryan hairdo. She sported strappy black heels and a bit of mascara and blush did the trick.
"Girardi... I'm having a very painful flasback to a pink tutu and fairy wand..."
Joan rubbed her hands together evilly.
"I love blackmail Grace. It's such a wonderful concept."
Joan now stood before full length mirror, admiring herself.
She sported a midnight blue dress, halter style. The end of it cut off in a right diagonal, the cut starting from her knees and the tip reaching the floor. Her hair was in curls, the top small sets of hair twirled in circles and white flowers were pinned inside. She had almost the same strappy heels Grace wore, but they were instead blue. Amazingly, the only makeup she wore, was a shiny lipgoss.
Grace looked at Joan.
"Dude you look so much better than I do in a dress."
Joan smiled warmly at Grace.
"Don't sell yourself short Grace, I'm sure Luke's tail will be wagging when he sees you."
