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"bitch! what the fuck was that?" maddie whispers over to derrielle as she pulls her into the bathroom.
"what was what?" elle raises her eyebrows, shrugging the blonde off and walking towards the mirror.
"wHaT wAs WhAt?" madelyn mocks her, walking over to the available mirror adjacent to elle's. "don't act dumb!" she scolds the writer, her voice airy as she whispers again. "you literally"—
the bathroom door swings open, startling both girls as they turn their gaze onto the person entering.
"oh, it's just you," elle smiles at her curly-haired friend, none other than a confused madison bailey.
"guys, do you know what's going on with drew?" mads asks, her thumb pointing to the door behind her right shoulder. "austin almost had to give him the heimlich."
madelyn faces derrielle again, her arms crossing over her chest, eyebrows slightly raised. her eyes silently telling her to explain.
derrielle shifts in her spot, her eyes looking anywhere but maddie's. "i, uh, i may have flirted with him," her right hand raising to play with the pendent on her neck.
"awww," madison grins, hugging the writer from behind. "my baby's all grown up."
"no, mads!" cline whisper-yells, afraid that if anyone heard what she had to say, it would be devastating. "she practically told him that she's down to give him a hand-job!"
"come again?" mads mumbles, lifting her head off elle's shoulder.
"that's what they said," rielle jokes, earning a groan from madelyn.
"oh my god," the fake blonde rolls her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"wait, what?! you offered him a hanky-panky? for free?!" madison pulls away, a shocked look plastering on her face. "who are you? and what have you done with derrielle johnson?"
elle scoffs at the drama of it all. "i did not say that."
"well, that's what you implied," mads states matter-of-factly.
"so what if i did?" elle turns around, her back leaning against the sink countertop, facing the two girls. "either way, the offer still stands true."
madelyn gasps, her angelic-view of the girl shattering. meanwhile, madison starts to laugh hysterically.
"girl, you have it bad," the curly ravenette chuckles, shaking her head in disappointment and disbelief. "downright horrendous for a man! for a man?!"
"babe, have you seen him?" elle motions her hand to the door, in return, motioning to the people outside. "of course, i do."
"aren't you, like, his boss? or something?" maddie questions, turning her body so that her face is directly in the mirror backwash. "you could get him in trouble."
"no, i just helped create his character, it's not like i own him. we are both mature adults, we"—
—"mature?" madison interrupts, raising her eyebrow.
—"okay, we're both adults, we'll keep it professional."
"mmhmm," mads sarcastically hums, mischievously eyeing the blonde opposite her.
"oh, dj, you are so going to the cast dinner tonight."
"what?" derrielle looks down, her eyes catching the devilish glint in her friend's eyes. "there's a dinner tonight?"
"well, it's only for cast members, celebrating the first episode. but i think we can sneak you in," she continues, her upper-lip curving into a crooked smile.
"i don't know, madelyn," derrielle shakes her head, breaking away from the girls and pacing on the marble bathroom floor. "i mean, parties aren't really my scene. you know that. i haven't been to one since i dated cody, i- i don't know."
"it's disco themed!" madison chimes in, encouraging her best friend on set that she should go. "i know you love your seventies music! besides, drew will be there."
"yeah, and i have the perfect dress for you."
"okay," elle huffs, stopping her fast pace abruptly. "as long as they play abba, i'm in."
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"girl, he's going to be all over you tonight!" maddie exclaims, pushing derrielle into a twirl to show off her body.
elle laughs as she spins but her eyes catching herself in the mirror quickly makes her stop. "are you sure i'm not overdressing?"
the pearlescent sequined dress features a classy square neckline with almost a complete open back— flimsy silver laces tied in a knot just above her tailbone. the short hem tight around her thighs, barely securing her ass.
elle turns to the side, her eyes bulging at the amount of cleavage and side boobage. every inch of conceivable skin on full display— ready to be ravaged by a certain someone's touch.
"no, jd said that girls wear sparkles and the boys wear suede," maddie shakes her head, flicking some black mascara on her eyelashes.
she's wearing a purple sequined crop-top, black bell-bottom jeans, and lilac-colored boots. madison walks into the communal bathroom, quickly locking the door, dressed in a black bodycon dress and black heels. the brunette whistles at the two girls before slipping out a happy squeal.
"dj, you might actually get dick tonight!" madison yells in excitement, walking over to the writer checking herself out in the mirror.
"shut up!" elle scrunches her nose as her teeth nabs her bottom lip. "we're just friends who flirt with each other," she mumbles, fixing her hair.
"okay, fine," she shrugs, pulling the two girls put the bathroom and out of the building. her black jeep wrangler is just parked outside. as she reaches her car door, she looks back at derrielle. "if you're just friends, we better not find you grinding on him on the dance floor."
"mads!" derrielle yells, her jaw dropping at her friend, as she clicks on her seatbelt. "i'm going incognito, besides i don't grind in public."
"that's the spirit!" madison chuckles, while madelyn rolls her eyes.
"did cody corrupt you? or did the smut books corrupt you?" maddie turns her head over her left shoulder.
"a bit of both," elle smirks back, her grin growing. "maybe i can corrupt drew."
a/n: ** cody — cody christian, the ex boyfriend. yes, she has a type.
