DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez = (
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It was Saturday night. Torrie was getting ready to go out to a club with some guy she just met. The rest of the girls were going to the same club except for Trish.
"Should I wear the black blouse with the red skirt or the red blouse with the black skirt?" Stacy asked, holding up two outfits.
"Red blouse, black skirt." Trish mumbled, lying down on the bed. She was wearing a baggy shirt and pajama pants.
"Why don't you come with us, Trish?" Amy asked, flat-ironing her hair. Trish shrugged. "I don't have a date."
"Neither do I, and I'm going." Molly said, sighing. It was obvious she'd much rather stay home and work on her paper.
"You guys should go together and be the college lesbians all the guys are waiting for." Amy said. She laughed.
"You're sick." Torrie mumbled.
Amy put her hand over her forehead. "No, I feel quite fine, thank you." She said, grinning.
Nidia wandered into the bedroom. "Where are you guys going?" She asked.
"Out." Torrie said.
"No duh." Nidia mumbled. She sat on the bed next to Trish. "How come you didn't invite me?" She asked.
"Because we all know that you're going out with Jamie." Stacy said, searching for shoes.
Nidia smiled. "Yeah, my papi chulo called me and he's taking me out." She bragged.
Trish rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Do I smell jealousy?" Nidia asked.
"Oh please! You're the last person I would be jealous of." Trish said playfully.
"She's last on my list." Amy muttered.
"Anyway… you all are seeing people and I'm the only one without a boyfriend." Trish said, pouting.
"I don't have a boyfriend." Molly said.
"You're an exception." Amy said.
"Well I can hook you up with this guy I know –" Torrie started.
"I don't want your leftovers!" Trish said, cutting her off.
Torrie shrugged.
"Matt has a brother." Amy said.
"Who's Matt?" Stacy asked.
"This guy I'm seeing." Amy said.
"How old is his brother?" Trish asked… she was a little skeptic of the idea of dating some guy's brother.
"He's two years younger than Matt. So he's…" Amy said.
"I am not going out with a sixteen-year-old!" Trish shouted.
"Nineteen." Amy said.
"Oh." Trish said, starting to smile.
"So then Matt is… nineteen…twenty…twenty-one?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah." Amy said.
"He's old." Stacy said.
"Twenty-one is not old." Torrie said, thinking of all the guys she dated.
"How old was your oldest boyfriend?" Amy asked, noticing Torrie was in deep thought.
"Twenty-six." Torrie mumbled.
"Eighteen and going out with almost-thirty-year-olds." Molly said, shaking her head.
Torrie shrugged.
"How do I look?" They heard a voice ask. They turned and looked behind them. Trish was standing there in a gray miniskirt and a white shirt.
"Damn girl!" Amy exclaimed.
"Sorry, I'm desperate… I need to go out tonight." Trish said.
"Well, you look very cute." Torrie said.
"I know." Trish said. She winked at the girls.
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