Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

Expiration Date.

OOOH. Lookie here! Authors note at the beggining! Switchen' shit up! xP
Ummm, haha. Hey guys. There's just a rush pf emotional linformation at the end and I didn't want to ruin your reading experience by putting an authors note at the end this time! But yeah.

After reading all of your comments on my update about not finishing, I've decided to push on. It wouldn't be fair to you loyal readers if I were to quit just because of the people who stopped. So you'll have to suffer my writing for a little (a lot) longer, sorry guys xP

IMPORTANT: ****Near the end I tell you to play a link, YOU SHOULD. I've never forced a link on you guys before, but I'm doing it now. SO WATCH IT WHEN THE TIME COMES. (Please.)
One of my friends from back home wrote and sang the song! She is fantastic and I'm sitting back and waiting for her to become famous. Like it and share it, please! It would mean the world to me and her, I'm sure of it!<3 <3 <3  

For future refrences: Sorry about what's said in the voicemail. You'll know what I mean at the end! Don't hate me! D: D:

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Melanie’s POV

Wow. I can’t believe we are doing this. Really? Oh, God. I looked at myself in Sara’s full length mirror, shaking my head in dismay. She picked my outfit, so, of course, it was the most provocative thing she owned.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. But it was pretty bad.

It was skin tight (of course), but surprisingly comfy. Which kind of made up for the cut outs across my stomach and back, covered with black lace. The dress itself was white and made my skin look slightly tan and less blotchy, also fading my scars. I turned around and tried to ignore how short it was, covering up (maybe) a third of my thigh.

“Really, Sara? You’re really doing this to me?” Sara looked way too excited as she sat on her bed, dressed in a much more modest silky strapless purple dress, tight at the bust but flowing out, barely hugging her thighs and going down to her knees. She nodded enthusiastically,

“You look hot!” I rolled my eyes, trying to pull the dress down a bit,

“I look like a whore.” I whined. She shook her head and held up bright red pumps,

“No you don’t! Now put these on!” I took a couple steps away from her. Is she insane?!

“Nu uh. I draw the line there. There is no way—”

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“Kill me.”

“Nope.” Sara smiled at me as she worked on fluffing my hair. Apparently it isn’t as ‘voluminous’ as it needs to be.

“I look like a clown.” She decided to put red lipstick on me to match the red shoes she managed to stick on my feet. Now I really look like the joker.

“No you don’t! Now stop complaining!” She snapped, giving me a stern look.

“Fineee.” I sighed trying to keep still as she came at me with a mascara brush. Really, I don’t even know why she’s putting so much time into me, I’m kind of a lost cause.

After about 2 hours, maybe, she was finally finished with me. I stood in front of the mirror again and actually thought I looked pretty good. Still looked like a whore, but at least one with some dignity. She gave me smokey eyes and dark eyeliner, which I liked, and curled my hair.

I nodded. Fine. I can deal with this.

I turned to look at her and smiled at how she did herself up. Her red hair was straightened and she had lilac eye shadow, just a couple shades lighter than her dress. She matched it with black strappy heels and fishnet tights.