Chapter 2 Dresses and Cars
"What?" asked Lacus from the living room.
"Meralia just invited us to spend the night at the Royal Hotel! We might even stay for longer then that too!" she exclaimed and jumped into Kira's room.
"I'm packing! I'm packing! Don't hurt me!" he mumbled in defense. Cagalli gave an evil grin.
"I'll go and tell Dearka about this," said Yzak and he ran out the door, leaving it ajar.
He ran down the street past Meralia's house and beside hers was Dearka's house. And old, peeling house with glass windows and an old creaky door.
"Eh! Dearka, open up!" he shouted to the top window.
"What?" asked an irritated tone,
"Meralia invited us all to the Royal Hotel! Didn't she phone you?"
"Well, I saw her phoning someone, I'll go and pack!" he cried and dashed past his t.v and computer, to his closet. He pulled out his suitcase and piled his laptop and clothes into it and walked out the front door.
"Dad I'm leaving for a few days, ok?" he asked, a mumbled yes from the living room made it clear. AS he walked out of his house, he saw the parade of friends run over to Meralia's door, which opened.
"Hello Sirs and Madams, welcome to the Haww residence."
"Dude, they have a butler too!" called Athrun.
"Sick!" he cried as the butler pulled aside to reveal the inside of the Haww House.
Marble floors shines to no limit and a grand staircase twirled around a large indoor water statue sprinkled water out of its mouth and a vase it the statues hand.
"Wow, nice pad Alfred," said Dearka to the butler.
"My name is Nicola, not Alfred," corrected the man.
"Oh… um sorry." He said as Nicola sighed.
"I shall take you to Miss. Meralia's room. Do not touch anything." He commanded and started to jog up the stairs.
"Geez, every house I go to, they say doesn't touch anything, but in this house they have reason to say that." Said Yzak as he was the last to reach the top of the stairs. And around the corner. Out from another corner bounced Meralia in some short shorts and a loose tee shirt.
"You're all here! Great!" she cried and pulled Lacus and Cagalli's hands.
"You're coming with me." She said, and she nodded to Alfred, opps! Sorry Nicola.
"Sir's, you will follow me into this room." He gestured to a large cherry door.
"Are we gonna die?" asked Kira in a small voice.
"No, you'll just get measured for your suits." Replied the old butler.
"Oi! Where are we going?" screamed Cagalli as Meralia dragged them into her room.
"Cagalli, what would you say your color would be?" asked Meralia as she searched thru her dresses.
"Ummm, green?" she replied.
"Ah ha!" cried Meralia as she pulled out a grass green strapless dress.
"Ohh no! You're not making me wear tha-" Meralia pulled out a 50 from her wallet, and handed it to Cagalli.
"What size is it?" she asked kindly.
"A 6." She replied.
"I'm a tad bit bigger then that, I'm a 6 1/2 ." replied Cagalli.
"No problem." Said Meralia, who handed the dress to Cagalli.
"Go into my bathroom and put it on and then I'll do your hair." Said Meralia who smiled triumph.
Soon, Cagalli came out in her dress, it fitter her perfectly, the curves around her waist were exactly formed to exact her body.
"Great. Lacus, I would think your color is pink, right?" Lacus smiled.
"Yes, that is correct." She replied sweetly. Meralia walked deeper into her closet and took out a hot pink cocktail dress.
"Here. I'll get your matching shoes in a minute." She said. Lacus went in and out in less then five minutes. The dress was a little bit larger, but a nice little belt fixed that.
"My turn." Meralia walked in with a lilac dancing dress and came out looking lovely.
"You look beautiful Meralia." Said Lacus who hugged her.
"Cagalli, time to do your hair and make-up." Said Lacus who reached over for the make-up.
"I'll do hair, you do make-up," said Meralia. Cagalli sat cross-legged on her floor while Meralia brushed out her hair, and put it into a nice up-do with a green rose.
"How the hell did you get the rose to go green?" asked Lacus, who was applying the last coat of lip stick and liner.
"I put a white rose in a thing of water and in the water I put green food coloring. Very simple." Explained Meralia, Lacus nodded.
"Ok Cagalli, let's have a look at you." Said Lacus who helped her up.
"Oh my! You look like a Geisha!" cried Lacus in disbelieve. Cagalli walked over to the full length mirror and took a good long look at her.
"I look… pretty." She said quietly.
"Cagalli you are pretty. What did you think you were ugly?" asked Meralia, Cagalli beamed.
"I'm gonna hunt down Zala. See what he thinks about his like 'tomboy.'" Cagalli walked out the door, before she said.
"Thanks a lot Milly." She said and they heard her feet pounding on the carpet, and a distinct cry of:
"Oi Zala! How do a look?" and a loud bonk! On the floor.
"Your turn Lacus." Said Meralia who was still laughing. Meralia did a simple up do, she pulled her hair to the center and pulled it up wars to the top of her head. And put a red rose in it. Lacus didn't' need any make up.
"Oh I forgot to give Cagalli her shoes!" she cried and pulled out a pair of soft looking dance shoes.
"Here are yours," and handed her the exact same shoes but they were pink.
"I'll just where my hair down." Dearka likes it that way. She thought and put on some blush and some lip stick, and she slipped into her shoes and grabbed her fan and Cagalli's and walked elegantly out the door.
"Hello Kira," said Lacus, who took one look at her and gaped.
"Meralia what have you done? Replaced Lacus with an angel?" he asked, Lacus giggled, but under the circumstances, Meralia was a bit lonely, Cagalli and Lacus were with their boyfriends, but Meralia was alone.
"(Sigh.)" And she started to walk down the stairs when Dearka come out of the changing room.
"Hey, Kira, where's Milly?" he asked and looked around. Kira looked up and pointed over to the stairwell.
"There she is." He replied and Dearka looked over to where Kira had said.
There, (In his eyes.) Was Meralia,
"Milly?" he asked, and the beauty turned around, her hair turning like clockwork with her.
"Hey Dearka. How do I look?" she asked, Dearka was in awe to relies what she had said.
"beautiful." He said and walked over to her.
"You look nice too," she said and started to walk down the stairs again.
"Hey, where you going?" he asked, she turned around again.
"To tell the limo driver to get ready we're almost ready, aren't we?" she asked.
"Could I come?" he asked, this surprised Milly.
"Sure, if you want." And he walked down the stairs with her and back out the main door and around the back.
"Hey, Tony!" she cried. A middle aged man with black greasy hair turned around.
"Ahh, Miss. Haww, and a friend?" he asked.
"Tony, this is Dearka Elsman, Dearka, this is Tony Fanatima, my limo driver." She explained, Dearka extended his arm, and Tony shook it.
"Very nice to meet you Mr. Fanatima." Said Dearka.
"Tony, call me Tony everyone calls me Tony, I feel so old when someone calls me Mr. Fanatima." He said and laughed merrily.
"Sure, Tony." He said and smiled.
"Tony please do me a favor and drive me and all my friends to the Royal Hotel please." Tony stopped.
"How many people will there be?" he asked.
"Seven, no wait… plus my mother and father- wait they're coming in the helicopter. Just the seven of us." She said Tony's smile formed into a smirk.
"I can only hold five. I think that you and Mr. Elsman should ride with me, and the others in a privet car." He suggested.
"Make it so then." Said Meralia, Tony called over from his shoulder;
"Oi! Fred! Hook op the Hummer! For five!" he cried.
"You have a Hummer!" asked Dearka in awe.
"Ya, and when I get my license, I have a Lamborghini, a black one. If I get it." Dearka's mouth dropped. All he had was some crappy Cadillac.
"Wow." He said and they went back into the house.
"Race you back up the stairs and into my room?" she asked. Dearka smirked.
"Bring it." He said, Meralia slipped off her shoes and readied herself.
"GO!" cried Dearka, and Meralia pushed herself from the place where she started to the stairs. She jumped every other, other step until she reached the top and pushed every ounce of energy she had and grabbed the door knob and fell in.
'I WIN!" she announced as Dearka slouched in.
"What took you so long? I could have made the Eiffel Tower in the time it could take you to get up here," said Meralia.
"Well, not all of us weigh 85 pounds." He said, Meralia giggled.
She weighed about 100 pounds.(I really dunno how much she weighs, I just want to make her a healthy body weight. 85 pounds in very thin.)