Disclaimer!!!
This story is strictly a fan fiction (clearly) It is not based on fact. This is truly just fiction and not meant for publishing. All characters are real. (Except for the select few Characters but Taylor, Josh,Jennifer and Zak's Names are clearly real.) Hope you enjoy it! no my friend will not kill u Taylor!!!<3
Intro
I groaned getting out of bed in irritation glancing at my reflection in the mirror. Claira wanted to go into this stupid Dance competition to win a date with her oh so awesome Zak Bagans. Ugh but he was so old! What did she see in him? I tilted my head to the side. My Long brown hair looked far to plain for a competition that was in a bar. I groaned deciding it was finally time to get ready.
"I need some body glitter!!!!" Claira's voice whined into my room.
"There's body glitter on the bathroom counter Claira! And why am I joining you in this stupid competition anyway?" I groaned with irritation putting light eye liner under my blue eyes.
"Because you love me... ANNNNND..." she trailed off.
I groaned knowing there had to be a catch here that she was trying to put me in to.
"You just broke up with Eric and I understand how your upset and everything but I have good news for you." She mumbled.
"What is that?' I groaned.
"Well It's not just a competition for a date with Zak It's a competition for Josh Huctcherson and Taylor Lautner as well. And i'm more then sure that your wall mural of Taylor would look better with actual pictures of you with him. So. Come with me. Drink your heart out and party. Act like its not even a competition. You were the one who got me into the bar scene and I am going to drag you back even if I need to drag your cold lifeless body with me!" She grinned.
I rolled my eyes with irritation. Like I'd ever win anyway. There were tons of sluts and bitches in Winnipeg who would probably kill me before giving up any position.
"How long is this thing anyway?" I sighed knowing she wouldn't let me down easily.
"It goes for a full 24 hours. You must dance for the full 12 hours sober or not doesn't matter. You only get breaks in the night for the bathroom. You get up to 10 bathroom slips. If you use them all and stop dancing to go to the bathroom you are disqualified. We are pregaming and we are going to dance our asses off tonight. Because I WILL win that date with either Zak Or Josh. I don't care." She growled.
I was curling my hair doing the final touches to my face. At least I looked presentable. My body was skinnier so I intended on wearing a hot skirt and tube top. Hooker boot heals would make dancing easier because stilettos would only kill my feet.
"So I see your going for the complete look?" she laughed.
I was strapping some smokes to my thigh under my skirt and putting a purple head band in my hair. I had a purple and black skirt on and thigh high hooker boots. paired with a purple tube top.
"What? if i'm goin to a bar I'm going to look presentable!" I groaned stuffing my bra with my cash on one side and my I.D. on the other.
She continued to laugh at me while we headed out the door to go to Tiawana Yacht Club. Claira was wearing a yellow haultertop with a black skirt and knee high converse. Her brown hair was straight and flowing down her mid back. She was short but it was alright. We met up with our friend Derek. He grinned a big toothy grin linking arms with both of us. His brown hair was brushed out of his face and his blue eyes were shining with happiness.
"Why so happy Der-Bear!" I laughed.
"Because I am going into a dancing competition with two sexy ladies and I am goin into this competition to win dear Jennifer Lawrence's heart." He said with a grin.
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