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Car Insurance and Pretty Dresses

People aren't kidding when they say half the world would be dead if it wasn't illegal to shoot them.

To prove this point…I have a list. As bad as that sounds. (And no, I am NOT a murder…most of the time)

Nudge is on the top. The WAAAY top.

First it's Fiona and twins. Then it's Nudge.

Then it's the guy who flipped me off when I was ten.

Why the heck is he on my list, you ask?

Because. After he flipped me off (all I did was wave at him), I did it to my teacher. I didn't know what it meant so in all honesty I was innocent but of course I got detention anyway.

Good times, good times.

But anyway. Nudge had been conveniently ignoring me since Sunday morning; didn't answer my calls, my black mail, my texts…

A pretty smart move on her part but I was furious. It was Tuesday and I still couldn't get a hold of her. Which is exactly what she wanted to happen, the meanie.

"MAXIMUM!" Fiona yelled. "GET UP HERE!"

Sighing, I threw my phone on the bed and ran up the stairs.

"Here," I said, walking towards the fridge. My tummy needed food.

"Ah. There you are. Good. I just wanted to let you know that I will be gone with Lissa and Brigid this evening. We'll be leaving by seven."

Really? Could this be more perfect?

"Um…okay."

She glared at me. "While I am gone you will STAY HERE. Do you understand, Maximum? We will be home at midnight and if I don't see you downstairs sleeping, I will take away your car insurance and your car. Do we have an understanding?"

Like heck we had an understanding! Nudge was SOOOO dead.

But I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Fiona. Have fun."

I ran back downstairs and grabbed my phone.

Clicking my speed dial, I called up Ella.

"Hola," Ella's voice said, using her signature greeting.

"Hey, Ella. Is Nudge there?"

"Oh, yeah. Right here. Wanna—"

"NO!" I heard Nudge shriek. "I'M NOT HERE!"

"Oh! Oh, I mean, she isn't here…actually. Uh—"

I shook my head. "Ella, just give her the phone."

"Okay," she squeaked.

There was silence for a second then, "Heya, Maxie! Long time no see, how ya been?"

"I'm fine thanks, but if I get caught tonight you are paying for my car insurance…just so you know."

"WHAT?"

"Yep. Thought I'd warn you. Oh, and a new car. Consider it your punishment for not answering my calls."

"Hehehe…yeah. About that...sorry?"

"Mm-mm. Sure," I said rolling my eyes. "But anyway, you guys can come pick me up at my house earlier if you want. Fiona and the brats will be gone by seven or so."

"REALLY?" Nudge shrieked. "That's great!"

"What? Why?"

"Because," she said with an exasperated tone. "Now Ella and I can prim you."

"Nudge! What have I told you! NO PRIMMING. I'm not even open to wearing the dress."

"What?" she gasped. But Max you have too! It's gorgeous. We just bought it today. And the shoes…" she said with a contented sigh. "You HAVE to wear them."

"I don't HAVE to do anything. I could just stay here, listen to Hunter Hayes, eat pickles and watch Kent and Lauren dance to Travis Wall's contemporary piece." (A/N: Which is what I do...hehehe)

She rolled her eyes. "Or you could come with Ella and me, enjoy yourself, meet cute guys and watch Nick Walker perform."

I was silent for a moment. "Meh. I could pass."

She shrieked in frustration. "You are SOO hopeless, Max! What are you going to wear then? Skinny jeans, a purple tee and black converse?"

"Maybe."

"No you aren't," Nudge told me firmly.

"Gonna make me?" I asked.

"I might."

I laughed. "Good luck with that one, Nudge."

"Max!" She complained. "Ugh. You know what? Talk to Ella. She knows how to put up with you."

I grinned. "She can try."

Nudge huffed and handed the phone over to Ella.

"Hey, Max."

"Hey, Els."

We were silent for a while. Me, waiting for her to speak, her probably trying to figure out the best way to get me to agree.

Finally she sighed. "Please, Max? You never wear dresses."

"For good reasons, Ella, you know that."

She was silent for a moment. "Max...not all dresses will remind you of funerals."

"You have no way of knowing that."

"This dress is nothing like any of the ones you wore. I made sure. Please, Max? Just once."

I kept quiet for a couple seconds. "Ugh, fine. But no priming! That is my condition," I said, thinking of Tangled.

"Fine. Whatever. We'll give you the dress, the shoes and the jewelry and you can do whatever, okay?"

"Ugh…fine. I guess."

"Thanks, Max. You are AWESOME! We'll be over by seven fifteen.

~3~

You know when you don't want something the happen and time just speeds up?

Yeah, that's what happened. And I made a decision right then and there that the first question I was going to asked God when I get to heaven (…god willing) will be WHY THE HECK DID YOU MAKE IT THAT WAY?

But anyways.

Lissa, Brigid and Fiona left exactly when they said they would and fifteen minutes later my lovely friends showed up.

Unlocking the front door, I ushered them in.

"MAX!" Nudge squealed. "EEEK! I'm so excited! Oh my word, what if one of us meets him? What if—"

I clamped my hand over her mouth. "What if we actually get there first?"

Nudge nodded sheepishly and I took my hand off her mouth.

"Good. You guys look nice by the way."

Nudge was wearing a sleeveless, gold, sparkly dress that came halfway down to her knees. Her hair was curled and hanging in rings around her shoulders. She kept the make-up pretty basic and her heels were gold and strappy. She looked gorgeous.

Ella was wearing a hot pink dress that was also sleeveless and her hair was straightened and brushed to one side over her left shoulder, held by a couple of big bobby pins. Her shoes were neon green and she look fabulous as well.

Next to them, I looked like a truck driver. A really, really short truck driver.

"Thanks," they both responded.

"Here," Ella said, handing me a bag. "Get get dressed."

I took the bag gingerly and walked to the bathroom. "If I end up looking like a pineapple (A/N: an alternative word that means prostitute…one of my friends made it up) I will kill you."

"You'll look gorgeous," Nudge assured me.

I wasn't so sure.

Getting the bathroom, I closed the door and bravely peeked into the bag.

I could see a black dress, silver strappy heels and silver dangly earrings.

Meh. It could be worse.

Taking the dress out of the bag, I stripped and put it on.

Looking in the mirror I almost shrieked. I LOOKED LIKE A BARBIE!

The dress was skin tight and came down seven inches above the knees with only one sleeve that draped gracefully over my left shoulder. My legs looked really tan and long and I about had a heart attack when I thought about having to go in public.

Biting my lip, I put on the earrings and shoes, grumbling and muttered colorful words the whole time.

Ripping my hair out of my messy bun, I let it fall onto my shoulders, wavy with my natural highlights showing really well.

Then, after putting on some black eyeliner and some shiny, clear lip gloss, I stepped out of the bathroom.

"There, happy?" I asked Nudge and Ella. "Ugh. Let me go get a change of clothes. I'll be out to the car in a minute."

They were still standing there, shocked.

I rolled my eyes. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Max…" Nudge faltered. "You look…pretty."

I snorted. "Well thanks, Nudge. That means a lot to me." I shook my head. "Just go to the car."

I sighed and walked down the stairs, trying not to trip in my heels.

Emphasis on trying. I almost did a face plant.

It was going to be a loooong night.

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