Thanks to Rayc Petite for betaing this story since I'm too lazy to do it myself.
Okay this sucks, I am so lost, I know what I want to do with this story but I can't write it...I think I'm broken!!!
"Enough with the bad mood, Gilmore it's contagious," Louise sulked.
"I can't help my mood, Louise," she snapped, her eyes never leaving the couple mauling each other at the end of the hallway. "I'm pathetic," she sighed, "I know I should just get over it, if there even really was an it, it's obvious he is...but no, I'm here wallowing over the theoretical it"
"And wallow, you shall no more."
"Of course not," she replied, sarcastically,
"Actually, I have to agree with Louise there. I'm making you sign a U-G-L-Y contract," Steph grinned, mischievously,
"A what contract?" Maddie asked while Rory's expression became more depressing,
"An Unbreakable-Girls-Life-Yielding contract, if you fail to comply with the contract, your life will be yielded or surrendered to 'Worst-Fashion-Devil' and never, ever again will you be stylin.'"
"The 'Worst Fashion Devil'?" Paris asked, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Hey! We made this up when we were like eight, and it hasn't failed us yet," Steph defended,
"It's true, whether or not the 'Worst Fashion Devil' is real or not, neither of us have ever broken a contract and as you can see, we're still stylin' to this very day," Rory struck a pose.
"Okay, so I wrote this one up last night, totally prepared for your low mood, we all just need to sign."
I competently understand the consequences of breaking a U-G-L-Y contract and will do all in my power to avoid failure of following this agreement which will be enforced powerfully over the next twenty-four hours.
I hereby solemnly swear to do my best to abide by these rules (or kind of rules),
My motto is 'Bitches rule, dogs drool' I know my gal pals are always there for me and no boy can ever replace them.
I will not allow any member of the male species to dominate my mind.
Today I will skip school.
Today I will accompany the rest who sign this contract on a 'Girls Day Out' where I understand my mind will be cleansed thanks to pampering and retail therapy.
I will be optimistic.
I will not make ANY contact with a male for the ENTIRE day.
I will trust my girls to pick out a new hairstyle for me and will allow it to get done that way even if I believe it will look like crap.
Tonight I will go to Club Bubble with my girls, our new styles and will especially keep in mind rule number six as I enjoy my night.
I will also agree to any rules added during the next twenty-four hours that have been added by a unanimous vote.
"Are you seriously serious?" Rory asked, frowning as she finished. She was the last to view the contract the others had already dated and signed.
"Nah, I'm jokingly joking," Steph said, sarcastically with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "Just sign the damn thing, Gilmore."
Rory sighed and reluctantly signed her name to the bottom.
"Okay it's 9:03 AM, so until this exact time tomorrow, we will be controlled by the contract," Paris announced, formally.
"Try this on!" Steph chucked a dress into Rory's cubicle.
"I could totally go to a disco," Rory came out laughing,
"Okay...too many sequins, sorry, try this one on."
"But it's orange."
"So?"
"Orange looks wrong on me. Remember when I had to dress up as a pumpkin in pre-school?"
"Ew, try the same one in red then."
"Ugh, this sucks, how come you guys can find the perfect outfits in less than forty minutes, while I've been trying dresses on for the last hour and a half?"
"Because, we're optimistic."
"And I suppose I'm pessimistic?"
"Yes."
Rory looked at herself in the mirror. The red dress was perfect, she wasn't. That thought made her grimace. She glared at her reflection before sighing and taking the dress off.
"I'll buy it," she smiled at the girls.
"Without giving us a peep show?" Louise pouted.
"That's for later tonight, baby," Rory winked back, playfully.
"Ew, you aren't allowed to flirt with guys for one day and you two get that desperate that you have to hit on each other?" Paris made a face,
"Jeez, we dig threesomes if you're jealous Par," Louise offered.
"Maybe later," Paris replied with no emotion at all.
"I knew she wanted to do us." Rory nudged Louise and blew Paris a kiss.
"Let's just pay for the dress and blow this joint," Paris rolled her eyes.
"Uh oh!" Maddie exclaimed.
"What?"
"The cashier's a guy!"
"There wasn't one when we came in," Steph whined.
"Don't worry about it, we can still do it," Louise marched confidently to the counter with the dress.
"Hey how's it going? Did you want to buy this?" the guy asked, but Louise acted like she didn't hear him. The others soon joined her at the register.
"Wasn't there a girl serving before?" Louise asked Steph, casually,
"Yeah, brown curls, green eyes, and killer Jimmy Choos," Steph caught on quickly.
"She's in the back on break, now, did you want to buy anything?" The guy sounded a tad annoyed.
"Well where is she? Service sucks around here, does a girl have to jump on the counter and dance naked before someone comes and cashes off her purchases?" Rory said, looking at Maddie.
"I've been trying to serve you girls for the last ten minutes." The cashier was becoming impatient they just ignored him.
"Maybe she just had to use the bathroom, hey pretty lady with the hot shoes; we want to pay for a dress, yoo-hoo!" Maddies ignored him and called to the room behind the counter.
"Hey Jen, I give up, there's a bunch of girls here who refuse to be served. I think they're just interested in trying to pick you up. Cover for ten, because I need a smoke." The girls burst into laughter as the guy left the store.
"Uh, can I help you girls?" the lady, Jen, asked.
"Listen, we're really sorry but we're kind of not allowed to talk to any males at all today."
"Boy troubles?"
"They control our lives," Rory nodded, meekly.
"Boys suck ass and I totally understand. That comes to a One-hundred-seventy dollars, girls," Rory handed over her black card.
"Well good luck with the boys."
Jen smiled, "Good luck with your co-worker." The girls waved as they left.
"See? Absolutely no need for guys. We can make it through today just fine," Step smiled.
"Plus, that was so funny," Maddie giggled.
"That was easy, but we are so going to die at the club tonight," Louise moaned.
At the club
"Reow!"
"Louise, the 'no guys rule' includes no perving on guys," Paris pointed out.
"I wasn't perving on a guy, did you see that chick in the black mini and white halter, reow!"
"She is pretty smoking. You know with that new hairstyle of yours, I bet you could totally pick her up."
"Hey ladies, I noticed that you seemed to be without male company tonight, so my mates and I figured we'd invite you to join us."
"Hey babe, why are you sitting so far away?" Louise scooted closer to Rory and intertwined their hands.
"Thought it was about time you made the first move," Rory said, nuzzling Louise's neck.
"You girls are too hot to stick to just females, we could make it a group thing?" the guy smirked.
"You know I've only got eyes for you," Louise said, huskily, before pulling Rory into a kiss. Paris looked on disgusted. The guy, seeing that girls were too involved in each other, he turned to face Maddie and Steph, causing Steph to immediately rest her hand on Maddie's thigh, rubbing it gently.
"Wow, that wax has left you silky smooth," Steph complimented.
"Thanks, the lady that did them had really great hands."
"I bet you mine are better."
"Wanna test them out on the dance floor?" The two made their way to the dance floor holding hands. Rory and Louise had by now broke from their heated kiss and were rather breathless.
"Let's dance," Rory gave Louise a quick peck. They got up and turned to Paris who took one glance at the guy. He had seated himself too close to Paris for comfort.
"Wanna join us?" Louise reached out to grab Paris' hand.
"Only if we can have a threesome in the toilets, you know how I love being in really tight spots with you two."
"Oh my gosh, do you have jet packs in your ass, or do you just really wanna do us?" Louise laughed.
"Hey you guys, this blows, my parents aren't home, so why don't we head back to my house to make margaritas and pump up the music?" Steph offered.
"We have school tomorrow!" Paris and Rory exclaimed together.
"Set your alarm," Steph rolled her eyes and they all left.
Steph's house the next morning
"Turn that fucking thing off before I shoot it!" Paris grumbled.
"It's time to get up girlies,"
"Mom?" Steph frowned, confused. "What are you doing home?"
"Me and your dad got into a fight," she sighed.
"Ugh, now my head hurts even more."
Steph's mom smiled weakly, "We'll talk later, I noticed you girls had a big night."
"What gave us away, Lynn?" Rory asked, groggily.
"Rory!" she exclaimed as she pounced on Rory, giving her a tight squeeze, "I haven't seen you in ages, dear. It was the cocktail glasses in the kitchen and the passed out girls in my living room that clued me in," she smiled, warmly.
"I knew we should have passed out in the bathroom." Louise was now awake.
"Hi, I'm Lynn."
"We're Louise, Maddie, and Paris," she pointed to each.
"Sorry for getting drunk in your house, I swear, I'm just a sucker for peer-pressure," Paris said, quickly.
"It's okay, I know my girls wouldn't get smashed for no reason. Although I would be a little upset if I found you were all in here with a bunch of boys, naked, on my living room floor."
"I promise to always use a bed," Maddie said seriously before giggling.
"My head!" they all exclaimed.
"I'm such a wonderful person. There are breakfast tacos, a box of aspirin, and bottles of water in the kitchen. You girls have about an hour before you need to leave for school, get to it." Lynn waved and went up stairs.
"Your mom seems cool," Louise commented.
"Yeah she is," Steph smiled, "At least while she's around."
"Our mom's used to be best friends, we don't know what happened. They just stopped talking," Rory shrugged, sadly.
"I have seventeen missed calls and eight texts from an unmentionable."
"Awwwww, you can talk to unmentionables in exactly forty-seven minutes, speaking of which, we should hurry!"
Chilton
"Morning ladies," Logan greeted them and was ignored as they just stood there.
"So why weren't you at school?" Austin asked.
"Loves, are you planning on talking to us?" Finn tilted his head in wonder.
"Let's do the Macarena," Maddie suggested and they did.
"Are they high?" Mike asked.
"Can't tell what's going on behind those glasses," Colin answered.
"Okay, my head can only take so much," Rory groaned.
"They're hung over!" Finn exclaimed. "Hahahahaha, I figured something out before the genius could!"
"Awwww, does my baby have a headache?" Derek placed his hand on Paris hips. She shivered at his touch but moved away quickly.
"Did we do something wrong?" Paris just looked up at the clock.
"Oh, count down!" Steph squealed.
'Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero...morning boys!"
"You girls are freaks, and you know that right?" Austin called after them as they made their way to class except for Paris who pulled Derek into a locker for a proper greetin...reow!
At the end of the day Rory found a note in her bag,
Hey Mare,
Madame called me, she wants you start learning dance now, and I have tutor you...so yeah, just call me whenever.
T
Rory frowned, 'could of just told me himself, but no writes a stupid note so I have to call him, jackass,' she thought.
(Rory's house)
"Mom?" Rory called, the house was too quiet except for the light sniffling, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"We got a letter today,"
"Saying," she prodded,
"Your dad wants us to move back, if not both of us then just you."
"Today's letters just suck!"
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