Did I mention that some TSR OCs are gonna be in this? Well, yeah. They will be. XP

Not much to say, just read, review and enjoy! :D

After dropping Sabrina off at Paula's apartment, which was conveniently down the street from Marilee's apartment, Trent and Lindsay started walking toward their destination. When Trent had called her the night before, telling her about Lindsay, Marilee had asked them to come by her apartment instead of her office. Her other employees had the day off, so she had figured that it would be silly to drive all the way there and unlock the building just for the three of them.

Besides, she had just repainted the living room and wanted some more people to see how great it looked.

Lindsay nervously rung her hands and asked, "So what's Marilyn like? Is she nice?"

Trent scratched his chin, unsure of how to answer her question. She must not have watched Total Sibling Rivalry… "Yeah, she's be pretty nice. But just so you know, she can be a bit… ill-tempered with people sometimes." That only made her look more nervous, so he added, "But she calms down pretty quickly! C'mon, she's gonna love you. You have nothing to worry about."

Smoothing out the wrinkles in her professional but sexy white blouse and black skirt, she sighed. "Yeah, but still, I'm so nervous! I've… I've never really been interviewed for a job before." She seemed a little embarrassed to admit that.

"What?" Trent asked. "But, then how did you get your, um, old jobs?"

Lindsay tried to find the right words, and they eventually stuttered out. "Um, w-with stripping… y-you don't n-need to be interviewed… Th-they just… l-look at you and…" She looked down at her black high heels, embarrassed.

Trent didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't. They had reached the apartment, anyway. Lindsay knocked on the door and the two of them waited. A teal blue eye could be seen through the peephole and the door flung open. A blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair, a small, ripped, pink T-shirt over a black long sleeved tee, dark blue skinny jeans and pink Chucks glommed onto Trent. "Hi, Trent!"

He smiled, hugging her back. "Hey, Selena. Marilee ready for us yet?"

Letting him go, Selena replied, "She's still getting ready." She saw Lindsay and waved in a friendly manner. "Hi, I'm Selena, Marilee's roommate. It's nice to finally meet you!"

"You too! So your name's Selena, right?" After Selena nodded, Lindsay said, "That's my daughter's name!"

"Really? That's interesting." Selena grinned. "C'mon in and sit down." The blonde beauty strolled in, looking around at the apartment. Selena kept her toothy smile as she leaned in toward Trent and asked, through her teeth, "What's the kid's real name?"

"Sabrina," Trent whispered.

She nodded understandingly. "I see she hasn't changed that much in eight years…" They both walked into the blue and brown-themed living area, Trent sitting next to Lindsay on the couch. Selena walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. "You guys want something to drink? Coke? Lemonade?"

Trent declined, "I'm not really thirsty."

"I'll take some water!" Lindsay said.

Selena took a pitcher of ice water from the fridge, pouring Lindsay a glass. "I'm sorry my roommate's taking so long, Lindsay," she called out. "She said she had some other business to take care of first." She walked back into the living room, handing Lindsay the glass and sitting in between her and Trent. "Something about a luncheon she needed to reschedule."

Lindsay gave her a confused look at the big word she had just used. "What's a luncheon?"

Selena shrugged. "Beats me. I think it's some kind of business party or something."

"Speaking of parties," Trent sad, finally jumping into the conversation, "Your birthday party's next week, right?"

Selena smiled and nodded. "Mmhmm. Next Saturday night, 9 PM 'til who knows when!" she cheered, thrusting a partying fist in the air.

"Ooooh, it's your birthday next week?!" Lindsay chirped excitedly. "How old are you going to be?"

"The big two-one, baby!" She bounced a little in her seat. "I'm so pumped!"

"Yeah, I think we can tell," Trent added with a laugh.

Selena smirked with a small laugh. "Yeah, I'm not usually as hyper as I am now, but…" She bounced some more and continued, "Man, I'm uber pumped!"

"Who all's coming?" Lindsay asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Almost all of the contestants from Total Sibling Rivalry are coming," Selena answered, "And some of their dates. Some are even old TDI contestants, so that's gonna be really cool. And there are some of my non- famous friends and my boyfriend. It's gonna be awesome. I can't wait to get my first margarita!"

"Yeah, it sucks how they changed the Canadian drinking age to twenty one," Trent said, nodding sympathetically. "And right before your eighteenth birthday."

"Yeah," Selena sighed. "Guess that's just my luck…" She glanced to the side, then back up at Lindsay. "You wanna come, Lindsay?"

"Really?" Lindsay beamed. "Sure! I-I mean, you don't have to…"

"No, I want to!" She placed a hand on Lindsay's, giving it a reassuring pat. "Now that you're in town, we can get to know each other better. And what better way can we get to know each other than to par-tay and get tore up?!"

Selena and Lindsay giggled, while Trent cocked an eyebrow. "So if you call in sick for work the morning after, I'll know why…"

The pink and blonde haired girl's smile faded, but a nervous grin slowly crept onto her lips. "Oh, yeah… You know, it really sucks having one of your close friends as your boss, too."

Lindsay turned to look at Trent, questioningly. "You're her boss? That's so cool! Where do you guys work?"

"I own a guitar shop a few blocks from here," Trent replied, crossing his arms behind his head. He avoided looking her in the eye as he said, "I, um, sort of named it Gwen's Guitars… you know, since I had started it back when we were dating… I'm still going over new names."

"Oh." Lindsay nodded.

Wanting to get off the subject, Trent told Selena, "Meh, I'll understand if you stay home and sleep it off, kid. It's gonna be your big night. You deserve to go a little crazy." He smirked.

Selena grinned. "Did I also mention how incredibly awesome it is to have one of your close friends as your boss?"

Before anyone could say anything else, a young blonde walked in, wearing a professional short black jacket over a maroon top along with a black mini skirt with a small slit on each side and maroon high heels. "Sorry for taking so long. My incompetent secretary screwed up and ordered chick peas instead of garbanzo beans, so I had to fix her mess." She added a mumbled "Story of my life…" but it was barely audible, so nobody responded to that. Seeing Lindsay, her sour face melted into a more friendly one. "Oh, you must be Lindsay." Lindsay set her glass down, got up and shook her hand "I'm Marilee Anderson, founder and CEO of Fashions by Marilee."

"Hi. I'm really excited for this interview!"

"Of course you are," Marilee laughed a little at her joke, then looked to see that Trent and Selena were still in the room. "Uh, would you two mind going into another room while I interview Lindsay?"

Selena waved a hand and said, "C'mon, Mar, we're not gonna-"

Marilee interrupted her by saying, "Just take Trent into your room before I get mad and start yelling."

Selena nodded obediently. She grabbed Trent by his wrist, dragging him down the hallway.

Turning back to the fellow blonde, she asked, "So, did you bring your résumé with you?"

Lindsay gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. After a while, she removed it, wide-eyed, and said, "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry! I had no idea I was supposed to bring snacks!"

Marilee stared at her for a moment, but eventually let out a forced, but convincing laugh. Inside, she was thinking, This is going to be a loooooong interview…

Anybody get the garbanzo beans/chick peas joke? No? Oh, okay... :C