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Friday, September 10, 2038
5:30 P.M.
New Block Estate
"But mah-ommm!"
"No buts. They are bringing their daughters along with them."
"So?"
"So," Massie folded her arms. "I'm sure you know them."
"And we can talk about what? Math?"
The brunette was suddenly transported back in time (in her head) when she remembered she'd said something almost exactly identical to Kendra when Claire was arriving. How things had changed.
"No, but maybe you'll be able to be best friends!"
Ollie Block-Hotz rolled her eyes at her mother.
"Ugh, yeah right! Besides, I was going to hang out with the Crown Queen's tonight! We were going to go see this new movie that Hadley Durk is in!"
Massie frowned. "Well, maybe you can go see it with them tomorrow."
"Too-morrow we have spa appointments! Sheesh, mom," Ollie rolled her eyes again.
"Go get ready."
"But I'm already dressed!" The younger brunette fingered her light blue long-on-purpose men's dress-shirt-as-a-dress.
"Yes, but this is black tie. Go put on that adorable cream eyelet dress I bought from Gucci the other day. And wear the cream heels with the little black bow I bought with it."
"And accessories?" she deadpanned.
"Up to you!"
Massie smiled like this was a great priveledge but Ollie knew she was kidding.
"Okay, okay, I'm going!"
Friday, September 10, 2038
5:30 P.M.
Harrington Household
"Can I stay home, Mom?" Tiffany pleaded.
"No."
The platinum blonde bowed her head and pretended to cry.
"Stop being so dramatic," Derrick Harrington muttered from the table. "I have to go, too."
Claire shot him a shut-up-now glare and stared at Tiffany until she brought her head back up.
"Go change."
"Why?"
"Because," Claire sounded tired, "it's black tie. And you need to look cute."
Tiffany's tiffany-box eyes filled with tears, real tears.
"Oh no! I meant, you need to look more cute than you normally do. Which is amazing, because I don't think you can look any cuter."
Tiffany perked up at this.
"But you still need to change."
Shoulders slumped forward once again, the Lyons-Harrington child stomped to her room on the first floor.
Scanning her selection of black-tie-only dresses, she collapsed on the bed in despair.
"Oh God," she whispered. "What am I going to wear?"
Claire came barreling through the door.
"Wear your puffy sky-blue dress, and your silver heels. And then your Tiffany dog-tag necklace and Tiffany lollipop charm bracelet. Don't forget a blue headband!"
She closed her eyes tight, envisioning the outfit.
"It's perfect! Thanks, Mom!"
Her eyes glinted with newfound happiness as she skipped to her walk in closet, grapping the beautiful shimmery dress.
Friday, September 10, 2038
5:30 P.M.
Hasting's Humble Abode
"You're going!"
"I don't WANT to!" Laurie snapped.
Alicia threw her hands up in defeat.
"Besides, they are YOUR friends. Why do I have to go?"
"Because," Alicia enunciated carefully, "they are my friends, like you said, and they haven't met you. The rest of them are bringing their daughters!"
"I bet their daughters are the kind of girls that laugh at 'different' people, like me! Am I right?"
Alicia sighed. "I don't know. I'm sure they are very nice, just like their mothers. Go change, please."
"Fine!"
Laurie folded her arms over her Alicia-boobs and pouted up the stairs, skinny body hunched over.
"Don't," Alicia warned. "Sl-" Laurie slammed the door. "-am," she finished with a sigh.
Laurie flung her walk-in-closet door opened and smacked the light switch. It illuminated the black walls, with the silver sparkles in the paint glittering. A disco ball hung from the ceiling, spinning light around. She grinned.
Tripping over several purses and shoes, she reached the dress isle. Only a few hung, but they were the same color. So what did it matter?
You obviously don't know Laurie.
She gathered them up in her arms and tripped back through the cluttered walkway, dumping them on her gray bed. Laurie leaned back and tapped her chin, debating.
A plain strapless dress, thigh length.
A halter-dress with a green bow on it to match her eyes. A slit ran up the side and touched her hip. It was backless.
A calve-length black dress. The chest area was like a giant v-neck, stopping where it reached her belly button.
She debating over the last few choices, deciding against them.
It was either the plain black dress (better safe than sorry!), the halter with the green bow or the calve dress. It sort of poofed out in the middle so she could always cinch it with a green belt.
Laurie was tossing the plain one aside when her door banged open.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
"Wear the bow one," Alicia commanded.
She rolled her eyes when Alicia charged into her closet, tossing out a pair of black heels with white tips and a faux-zebra purse with a giant green L stamped on it.
As much as Laurie hated when her mom picked her outfits out, she had to admit Alicia had good style.
"We're leaving in fifteen, please get ready."
Alicia left the door open when she left and Laurie slammed it shut.
Stepping over the mess, she paused at her vanity.
Pucking her lips, she set to work on her hair and face.
Friday, September 10, 2038
5:38 P.M.
Marvil-Folley Land
"What do I get?"
"What?"
"Don't act so shocked, mom. What do I get if I go with you?"
"You're trying to…" Dylan paused in a fit of frustration. "You want a bribe?!" she finished.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to go, but if you give me something I'll go."
"I'm not going to bribe my own daughter to take her to a dinner with people who are practically family!"
"Then I'm not going," Abby said calmly.
"Like hell you aren't going!" Dylan tried to calm herself. "You're going."
"No, I don't think I am."
"How dare you talk to me like that! You're going."
Abby smirked. "No, mom, I don't think I am."
Dylan frowned. "YOU." she jabbed a finger. "ARE." she began to push her daughter towards her bedroom. "GOING." she opened the door. "TO." Abby stepped in. "DINNER!" Dylan finished with an "UGH!" and slammed the door.
"Get ready, we're leaving in twenty minutes."
Friday, September 10, 2038
5:45 P.M.
Gregory Penthouse
"Okay, mom," Brooklyn whispered.
"So you'll go?"
"I don't want too, but I will," the dark-blue-eyed girl muttered. She was always quiet at home, so Kristen didn't worry. "Who're the girls that you said will be there?"
"We'll, I'm not sure actually. I know they go to OCD, but unfortunately I only know their last names."
Brooklyn nodded. She wouldn't recognize the names even if her mom said them.
"Go get ready now, please," Kristen added. "We leave in fifteen minutes."
Brooklyn nodded again and tiptoed to her room, passing Blair on the couch.
"Will you wake Blair to go?" she asked, speaking slightly louder.
"Yes, I'll wake her now."
Kristen crossed the room to her girlfriend, and Brooklyn continued to her room. Shutting the door carefully, her eyes were immediately drawn to the Brooklyn wall mural on the windowed wall. Staring out the window, she watched the cars zoom by and the pedestrians attempt (and fail) to cross the street without a red light.
Sighing, she turned from the window and slid open her closet door.
She wasn't depressed, she just didn't like to talk at home.
Get her with her friends, however, and the decibel level is almost shattering.
She unhung her dress, sliding it over her slender body.
It's electric-blue color brought out her pale skin, making it look glittery. The zebra stripes gave the appearance of curves, which was a total fake. Nobody that skinny could have curves.
The purple streak in her hair was twisted into hiding in an elegant bun. Brooklyn placed a glittery barrette in the middle of her head, adjusting it slightly. With another sigh, she picked up a white purse and a pair of white flats.
Ready as ever.
THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I HAVE WRITTEN THIS LITTLE ENDING BIT /
Okay. I wanted to establish that a) Ollie is like Massie was. b) Tiffany is a little overdramatic. 4) Abby is spoiled. c) Brooklyn is quiet at home, but not at school. Why? 85) Laurie is 'different'
OKAY I'M PRESSING SAVE NOW BEFORE I LOSE THIS ALL AGAIN D:
PLEASE REVIEW.