Music In Manhattan

Avery: Title reference; it's a movie made in the forties. Enjoy my friends!

-Moxie-

"Come on Kendall, just let me tease your hair." I pleaded. It was after midnight and none of us could sleep. Christina was sitting on the bed painting Jackie's nails while Fiona was sitting on the ground in the splits, I don't know how she does that without breaking her entire lower body.

"No, I don't want my hair teased, or curled, or whatever." She retorted, for someone who looked so pulled together and sophisticated she was acting quite crabby.

"Come on, remember what Ember said?" I told her, her face turned as white as a ghost.

"What did Ember say?" Jackie asked, prompting Fiona and Christina to look up from what they were doing.

"That she was uptight." I replied, Kendall shot me a look.

"Ooh, harsh." Christina said semi-sarcastically, she smiled coyly and rolled her eyes.

"It hurt." Kendall snapped, throwing a pillow at Christina, but she missed and the pillow hit the tiny bottle of nail polish remover, which spilt all over the comforter.

"Shit, my aunt is gonna kill me!" Jackie exclaimed in a panic.

"That stuff stinks, I'm opening a window." Fiona said, waving a hand in front of her face. She did what looked like a back walkover out of her splits and walked over to the window.

"Quit showing off," I told her with a laugh. "How do you even do that?"

"Years of aerobics training." She replied with a roll of her eyes, a cool breeze entered the room and drowned out the stench of nail polish remover.

"You have to go for cheerleading next year," I begged. "We need someone like you that can do flips and stuff."

"I tell you this every year," She complained, rolling her eyes again and sitting on the window ledge. "The answer is still no."

She then swung her legs around onto the rooftop and climbed out the window, she did this when she wanted to be alone. She would lie on the roof and just stare at the sky as if it would tell her the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. Even though she claims that she knows the answer, forty-two… I really don't get her sometimes. I turned on the small, old, television just in time to watch the last ten minutes of a The Carrie Diaries rerun. The show took place in the eighties, and I was absolutely fascinated with the eighties. I found the hair to be outrageous and the clothes were outlandish, if I lived in the eighties then I'd probably be the biggest trendsetter in America.

"Curl it." Kendall demanded. She sat in front of me, cross-legged on the floor.

"You sure?" I asked, she really didn't need to let me curl her hair, I could just curl Christina's or Jackie's. When Kendall didn't reply I just sighed and began teasing and curling her hair in big fat curls.

About half an hour later Kendall's hair was all curled and I had managed to get her to let me do her makeup. That's when I heard a weird noise coming from the hallway. Creek. Creek. I could tell that the other girls had heard it too, they were all staring at the door with a look of pure terror on their faces. It was the fear you got when you were lying alone in your room at night and thought you saw shadows creeping across the walls. Fear was a natural thing, and in my mind I knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, old houses creek all the time.

"You don't think that's, you know who?" Christina asked, her voice shaking.

"Who? Slender?" I asked jokingly. "Then we'd better go put on our bikinis and check it out."

Kendall laughed, Christina and Jackie didn't.

"What if it is Slender?" Jackie asked, she looked close to tears.

"There's no such thing." Kendall said logically, knowing that we'd be fine.

"What if it's a ghost?" I said sarcastically, dramatically fainting onto the bed. Kendall and I laughed, no one else did.

"What if it's Rachael's ghost?" Jackie gasped, she looked sad.

I felt really sorry for her, no one deserves to lose a family member the way that she lost Rachael. If someone killed one of my brothers I don't know what I would do, how I'd go on. I can only imagine how Jackie felt when she lost her cousin, I've never lost anyone, I've never seen a coffin, I've never been to a funeral. Although I feel like maybe taking Jackie here was a good thing, maybe this tiny gesture of bringing her here helped Jackie keep Rachael alive.

"What's going on?" I heard Fiona's voice say as she climbed into the house from the rooftop.

"There's a ghost in the hallway." Jackie said, sounding frightend.

Fiona stared at her with one eyebrow raised, by the look on her face I could tell that Fiona thought that Jackie was pulling her leg. Fiona rolled her light green eyes and walked towards the door, she opened it up and walked into the hallway. She came back a moment later and, standing behind her, was Gunther.

-Gunther-

I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom when I heard a noise coming from the girl's room. I could see that there was light coming from under the door. Out of curiosity I stood by the door and tried to listen in on what they were doing. I didn't know what girls did at a sleepover, since I never had a sister to tell me. I always just assumed that it was like in the movies, they had pillow fights, watched Sleepover the movie, and talked about boys. When I heard steps approaching the door I ran down the hallway as silently as I could and hid in the bathroom. But a moment later Fiona found me.

"What are you doing?" She asked, with her hands on her hips.

"Going to the bathroom?" I said, but it came out more like a question then a statement. Fiona shook her head and turned around beckoning me to follow her. We entered the girl's room and I saw that they were all giving each other makeovers, and for reasons unknown to me Jackie and Christina looked relieved.

"Look at who was spying on us." Fiona said with a coy smile.

"Gunther!" Christina yelled with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Not cool."

Kendall and Moxie were dying of laughter, prompting Jackie and Christina to become red with embarrassment. Kendall looked like Sandy and the end of Grease, you know when their at the carnival, and she's all hot looking, and then she and Danny fly away in the car. Moxie's hair was straitened, her hair was usually in perfect curls, and she was wearing a tee-shirt that she made for an art project. It was yellow and the entire thing was a sheer material, except for just enough fabric to cover her chest.

Moxie had always believed that fashion was about self-expression, not about looking cool or hot. I never thought much about what I wore, usually I just threw on whatever was comfortable. Moxie always said I should think about my personal style just a little more, she said that people would see me as a more outstanding and confident person. I don't think that clothes have the same effect on me as they did on Moxie, however she was a girl and girls love clothes and shoes, I don't know why. When we were younger Moxie went through a huge fashion design phase, she was obsessed with becoming a clothing designer. She even made her own clothes, they were unique and vibrant, they made her look like a girl who was worthy of bearing the name Moxie. I remember when Moxie and I were at her house, about to go to our first high school party. She had even made her own dress, it was a short black dress with a sweetheart neckline and a round skirt, there was a large V-shaped cut down the back that stopped at her mid-back. She looked sexy, or at least as sexy as a fifteen year old girl could be. Her raven hair was long and fashioned into beautiful beachy waves.

"So?" Moxie asked, twirling in her new dress. "What do you think?"

I was awestruck, she was absolutely gorgeous. She made me feel like I was under dressed in baggy jeans and a grey tee-shirt. I could barely speak, I just stared at her like I was an idiot, I felt really stupid. I had had a crush on her for years, she was my best friend, and now my own best friend was out of my league. I wondered if any of the older boys would try to get with her, she's a girl and she's very attractive, very easy to manipulate. All I know is that if they try to hurt her I'll hurt them.

"Gunther? Are you going to say something or just keep staring at me?" Moxie asked, she gave me a look and tilted her head, then a small smile appeared on her face. "I feel beautiful."

I was glad that she felt beautiful, but she should know that she's beautiful all the time. She has beautiful soft hair that was like silk growing out of her head, and her eyes were the most amazing colour that I had ever seen. She was zany and unique, she was authentic, one of a kind and I hoped that nothing would ever diminish that.

"Your always beautiful." I told her, she smiled at me.

"Thanks Gunther," She said smiling, she gave me a hug, which I happily returned. "Now let's go to that party."

()()()

I woke up the next morning to laughter, I sat up in bed and saw Kick, Mouth, and Ronaldo standing over me in their pajamas. I gave them a confused look but they wouldn't stop laughing, Mouth even fell over because he was laughing so hard.

"What's so funny?" I asked them blankly.

"Have you looked in a mirror this morning?" Ronaldo asked as he caught his breath.

I pushed the duvet off of me and stood up, there was no mirror in the room so I had to walk to the bathroom. I knocked on the bathroom door, and Ralph emerged from the bathroom, he did a double take when he saw me.

"Um, What happened to your face?" He asked, I got a little offended and shoved him out of the way. First he tries to steal my girl and now he's making fun of my face.

When I looked in the mirror I saw that I had red lipstick, black eyeliner, and blue eye shadow on. One of the girls must have snuck into my room while I was asleep and put makeup on me, and I had a pretty good idea of who it was.

"Mariana-Roxie Donovan your dead!" I screamed lividly.

I pushed open the door to the girl's room and saw Moxie sitting on the bed laughing her head off, Kendall sat next to he and gave her a high-five. Fiona was stretching in the far corner of the room, when she saw me she gasped.

"You did not!" She exclaimed, laughing so hard she had to wipe a tear from her eyes.

I stepped forward, but tripped over a sleeping bag, which Jackie was sleeping in. She woke up with a start, but when she saw my face she joined the group in laughter. I rolled my eyes, I will get you back Moxie, I will.

()()()

Moxie's Play list # 5

"Guys and Dolls" or "Guys that play with dolls"

On Holiday by Green Day

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Back in Black by AC/DC

Fallen Leaves by Billy Talent

Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne

"A" Bomb in Wardour Street by The Jam

Frontline by Pillar

All These Things That I've Done by The Killers

The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Hurt Me Tomorrow by K'naan

Perfect by Hedley

Bandages by Hot Hot Heat

Moxie's side notes: Finally going on the road again, we leave in three hours. I never thought that I'd say this but I'm actually gonna miss Jackie…

Avery: Thank you to my little brother who helped me with this play list, because God knows how bad my taste in music is… Haha! Review my wonderful friends! : )