A hopeful desire

I think my mascara is clumpy

The four fashonistas stood at the entrance of Lawndale High, waiting for Sandi's mom to come and pick them up. Ms Barch walked past, 'You're going to the dance, aren't you? Well don't expect your dates to stay, mne are no food, all they want is for you to look pretty, but they'll leave when you get old, they all do!' They all exchange looks of puzzled bewilderment, 'Uh OK sure,' Quinn replies, synonymous with Sandi's, 'Gee.'

'Hey girls, Quinn don't worry about your bloating, I've got some anti-inflammation tablets,' Sandi's mom snidly remarks, pulling up. Sandi sits in the front, forcing Stacy and Quinn to squish together. Stacy's hand touches Quinns, neither of them move an inch. Their hands touching, their skin interlocking. Stacy felt something she was used to, desire, burning hopeful desire. Quinn felt confusion, a vast depth of unknowing anxiety.

Arriving at the Griffin's house the girls make their way to Sandi's room. 'Woow Sandii, yoouurrr roommm iiisss soooo coollll,' Tiffany drones, 'Thank. You.' Sandi states, no gratitude in her voice.

The girls get their dresses out of their bags, neatly dry cleaned Quinns dress catches the eye of Sandi. Sandi's jealous ego being see through. She mumbles a weak, 'whatever,' still keeping her smug mouth.

They crowd around their Sandi's mirror, painting their faces with makeup. Tiffany puts on blush, instantly turning her face alive. Quinn carefully applies body glitter to her eyelids and lips, 'Hey Stacy, can you help?' She cries out. Stacy eagerly turn her head, 'yea ok!' Feeling embarrassed she starts to blush. Quinn ignores her blushes and asks her, 'can you put this on my collarbones, my hands sometimes miss?' Stacy walks over to Quinn, knealing down besides her. She carefully tickles her collarbones, fixated on her cleavage showing. 'Wow that looks great,' Stacy says, not sure if she was talking about Quinn's boobs or her collarbones. 'Thanks Stacy,' she said with a smile, but this wasn't a regular smile, it was the one she gave boys.

'Hey guys, look at my dress.' Sandi says, her back to them, her head stating off to the side. She switched positions to facing them, pouting and doing modeling poses. Her dress was pink, a long skirt and a deep back, showing almost all of her back. 'Woowww Saanndii,' Tiffany says, 'yea Sandi, it's cute,' Quinn and Stacy say at the same time. Sandi gives a mean pout, 'Thank you.'

Tiffany wears a blue dress, it's pastel colour adorned with silver embroidery. Her hair down, curled and sharp. 'That looks so good Tiffany,' Sandi tells her, looking around the room to let everyone know she was the first, Stacy and Quinn quickly come back with 'yea,' 'you look amazing!'

Stacy is wearing an emerald green dress, gold embroidery on the top, with a belt of sparkles around the waistline. 'Stacy that dress is so good, it's totally your style,' Quinn tells her. 'Yea it's cute or whatever,' Sandi mumbles out. 'Cuuuttteee,' Tiffany repeats.

Quinn goes to put her dress on as the others put final touches to their outfits. Tiffany adorns lip gloss onto her lips. Sandi puts some more pins into her hair, disgusting them among her highlights. Stacy applies some mascara on. She freezes, scared. 'Omg I think my mascara is clumpy, I must have left it in the sun!!'

Quinn come rushing out, looking for Stacy, 'here, wipe it off and use mine,' she passes it to Stacy, 't-thank you,' she stumbles.

'Wow Quinn your dress looks perfect!' Stacy says, looking at the short red dress. 'Yeeeaaa cuuttteee,' Tiffany replies. Sandi looks her up and down, quickly changing the subject. 'How long until the dance?'