Meeting Former Sodapop (a.k.a. Rob Lowe)

Okay guys, before I start I would just like to point out a couple of things. First, Rob Lowe is a famous actor and the reason why this book is called "Meeting Former Sodapop" is because Rob Lowe is amazingly sexy in the movie 'The Outsiders' and his name in that movie was Sodapop. Also, in present day today Rob is not twenty six, like I portray him in my book to be. In real life, he is still sexy as ever but is forty-nine. Also, all of the clubs, towns, some cities, malls, eating places, etc. are all or almost all made up, but the states and countries will not be. I don't want to have any discrepancy with that. Thank you all for taking the time to read this important waver, and enjoy the book! 

-Lwriter

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"Brianna!" Charlotte called. I let out a groan of frustration.

"I'm comming!" I hollered back in an annoyed tone. She was in my doorway in seconds.

"Dayyyyum chiki," she drawled out. "You lookin' fiiiiiine."

"Thanks Char," I laughed. "For twenty three, we're looking pretty damn good."

"Did you hear? Rob Lowe is going to be there!"

"THE Rob Lowe!? At Bootycall!?" Char and I screamed. We were going to a night club together, the hottest one in Farlem, California, and I got to say Charlotte and I were looking pretty damn good.

Charlotte was wearing a strapless turquoise dress with a heart shaped neckline that accentuates her C sized boobs and ends just below her toned butt. The fabric was silky and looked loose but still clung to her stick-like figure, almost impossible considering her breasts and butt. A strip of the turquoise material swung loosely from the middle of her breasts and attached at the left hip of the dress while the back was nothing but a series of elegant but yet sexy rips up until just above the curved annex between her lower back and beginning of her ass. The fabric pulled tightly over her back side yet had leeway for those purposeful wrinkles. She pulled her chocolate hair up into a sexy bun of curls and coated her brown eyes in layers of green and teal eyeshadow, mascara, and a heavy line of black eyeliner. Her lips were colored a pale pink to compliment her tanned complexion with pink diamond studs in her earlobes to match. The earrings were paired with a pale pink diamond bracelet and the same color platform shoes that made her normal 5'4" height a whopping 5'10". Six damn inches higher, I don't know how she walks in those death traps.

Me on the other hand, I was wearing a black leather skin tight dress that fit like a too-small glove, but really complimented my normal B cup boobs which were thankfully lifted by my strapless hot pink and black lace undies set from Victoria's Secret. I'm talking strapless lace bra that clips in the front and matching lace thong. Oh yeah. Anyways, the front of the dress is simple yet eye catching. The top is a wide v-neck that brings all the attention to the 80% of my exposed breasts and leads into two ties that tie around my neck. The dress itself only reaches half an inch past my toned ass and shows off all my curves. The back is nothing but criss-crossing strings of silky ties that tie together just above my ass and from then on the dress is leather to cover my nice butt. I chose to throw my long blonde hair up into a high ponytail on top of my head instead of it trailing down my back, ending mere inches before my butt. My eyelids held a heavy layer of French Pink colored eye shadow, a heavy coat of black mascara, and a thick layer of charcoal eyeliner on the bottom lid. Clear lip gloss was the only thing I chose for my smooth lips. No jewelry. To top it all off, a shocking pair of black stilettos, five inches. I was now 5'8" instead of my natural 5'3".

"Grab your purse," Char instructed.

"Nah," I said. "That's what boobs are for." I fit my credit card in the inside of my blackberry and shoved it between my boobs. It wasn't noticeable.