The Happy Ending Factory [ON HOLD UNTIL JULY]

Chapter 4 ; Party 101

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Why does she love it so much to treat me as her doll? You know, the ones whose hair you can style and whose faces you can cake with makeup? Yeah, I was sitting in front of my makeup table –Oh yes, you bet I have one of those 'Star-of-the-show makeup tables, although I don't particularly like using lots of makeup- Tara brushing and blow-drying my hair.

"Now, you've already got the amazing, super awesome friends" she said cockily, "Now what about the boy? How are you going to force a completely natural thing like love? What is your specific plan to get the guy?"

For a moment, I lost all hope. What she said was true, how can you force something like that?

"I'll just have to try, I won't force him okay? I'm not gonna kidnap him and lock him up in my basement, like some creepy serial killer. Besides even if I wanted to do that, I'm a weak girl and he is a jock twice my size."

She chuckled but quickly recovered her serious look and continued braiding my hair loosely to the side.

"Okay so..." she waited for me to anticipate. I pondered for a moment and silence filled my room.

"I've got it. It's all about the Radar!" I jolted up. Luckily she was just ready with my hair.

"The Radar?"

"Do I really have to keep repeating myself? Yes, the Radar of the Rulers. If they know who we are, we become popular. Popularity equals invites. Invites equal parties. Parties are James' scene. I'll bump into him. He'll notice me, because I'm like a new face to him, he'll vaguely recognize me, but that's it. It's a veil of mystery." I said in excitement, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Fair enough. But how will you get them to know you? You were never the absolute party animal nor the superficial fashion diva to begin with. We were never eager to fit in with them and now we suddenly are? People will think we have an ulterior motive, which is true. It would just make us look desperate if you just started socializing with them. How are you gonna make that look natural?" she said, her voice laced with concern about my recklessness.

"And even if you can fool them, can you fool Trevor? He'll know something is up and he won't let go of the subject either." Tara who had been sitting in my beanbag, stood up and started pacing through my room, avoiding my stuff on the floor. "Look, if you want to do this, I. am. So. In. But we have to make it perfect. Grab that little notebook of yours. We are going to central park enjoy the sun while we meticulously plan our introduction in a plastic world." She said fierce.

"Wow, you should become the new president. That motivational speech moved me" sarcasm was clear in my voice.

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"Maybe some fresh air will make you think more clearly" Tara said, choosing a spot to sit.

We sat amongst many trees, and thousands of leaves were changing color. It was so breathtakingly beautiful. I love autumn. It makes nature look like a fairytale setting.

"Ok, so how will we 'introduce', as you call it, ourselves smoothly?"

"We should become part of the nightlife scene, know when and where they party and 'casually' be there too. I'm Sorry Breezy, that's the sacrifice, you'll have to be willing to make."

She knows I don't like partying. I love little gatherings with Trevor and her, but I don't particularly love the crowdy, intoxicated, slutty setting that parties and clubs bring with them. But if I get my happy ending by enduring that, it might be worth it.