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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Molly, Amy, Trish and Stacy sat at the bar. They watched as Torrie danced with her friend, Spike. (No, not Dudley.)

"If Torrie wasn't wearing clothes, then this would be live porn." Molly mumbled as she put her hand through her hair.

"It's called dirty dancing." Amy said.

"Oh, I love that movie!" Stacy exclaimed.

Amy rolled her eyes.

Trish nervously looked at her watch. "Ten twenty… they're late." She said.

"Matt said they'd be here at ten fifteen…what's five minutes? Just chill, Trish." Amy said.

Trish sighed.

"Ooh look at Mr. Sexy." Stacy said, looking towards the Club's entrance. The girls looked in the same direction.

"Hey! That's Matt!" Amy said.

"Oh." Stacy said, pouting.

"Is Jeff the guy with the red and black hair?" Trish asked.

"Yeah." Amy said.

"Stacy, pretend your name is Trish for the rest of the night." Trish said, getting up to leave.

Amy pulled her back. "You are not going to stand him up!" She scolded.

"Amy, look at his hair! He looks like Ronald McDonald!"

Amy laughed at her friend's comparison.

Matt and Jeff made their way to the bar.

"Somebody get a fire extinguisher." Molly mumbled before getting up.

"Why? There's no fire." Stacy said.

"She's commenting on Jeff's hair." Amy whispered.

"Oh…" Stacy said.

"Hey Amy." Matt said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey… um, Matt, Trish, Trish, Matt." Amy introduced them.

"Hi." Trish said sweetly as she shook Matt's hand.

"Hey." Matt said.

"Jeff, that's Trish, Trish that's Jeff." Matt introduced his brother to Trish.

"Hi." Trish said again.

"What's up?" Jeff asked.

Amy smiled at Trish as she led Matt to the dance floor.

Trish gave her a look that said 'please don't leave me.'

Amy just shrugged and danced away.

"I'm gonna go hunk-hunting. See you later." Stacy said to Trish.

Once again, Trish gave the same look.

Stacy shrugged and mouthed the word 'sorry'.

Trish sat back down on one of the barstools. Jeff sat on one next to her.

The two of them were quiet.

"So… your hair is red." Trish said. Her eyes widened as she realized how stupid she sounded.

"Yeah, I know." Jeff said.

Trish didn't know what to say. Her first comment was stupid… she didn't want to make it worse.

"So is it naturally that color?" She asked.

She made it worse.

To her surprise, Jeff laughed.

"Oh, thank God you have a sense of humor." She mumbled. Jeff heard her.

"Unlike Matt?" He asked.

Trish smiled. "I don't know, I don't really know him."

"He's a loser." Jeff said.

"Oh." Trish said quietly.

They were both quiet again. Trish hated uncomfortable silences.

She looked up at Jeff. She could only see the side of his face. She hadn't really looked at him before, so she didn't know if he was really cute or not.

"So um… your hair… do you – " Trish began to say.

"Yes, I dye it. I do it myself. I know it's a horrible job, but that's what makes it look cool." Jeff said, cutting her off.

"It's very…um… different." Trish said.

"Good different or bad different?" Jeff asked, turning to look at her.

"Good…good…definitely good." Trish said.

She looked up at him and stared into his eyes.

"Green." She said.

"No, red." Jeff corrected her.

Trish looked confused.

"My hair… is red." Jeff said, noticing her confused look.

"Oh! No, not your hair…your eyes." She said.

"Oh. Yes, I'm aware of the colors on my body. Can we move to a different subject now?" Jeff asked.

Trish raised her eyebrow at his rudeness.

Jeff laughed. "I was kidding." He said.

"Oh." Trish said, laughing too.

"I know I must sound like a total ditz." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"If you want to put it in a nice way…" Jeff said. He smiled at her.

"That wasn't nice." Trish said, sounding like a little kid.

"I know, I'm sorry." Jeff said.

Trish smiled at him. She noticed he was kind of cute…if you didn't focus on the hair too much.

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