Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 39: Get Out of the Bathroom

Chapter 39: Get Out of the Bathroom

"Ariel! Where are my jeans?"

Ariel groaned. The advantage of losing her voice was that she could gripe about her sisters without the drama. The disadvantage was that they couldn't hear her comebacks, so they didn't shut up.

"Arrrrrriel!" Arista pound the bathroom door. "Ariel! Come on! Get out of the bathroom! My skinny jeans are missing and no one was home but you! I'm going to tell Daddy! Where are my jeans?"

"Better hurry up Ariel." Andrina grumbled over Arista. "Grade A emergency. It's not like Arista has thirty other pairs of skinny jeans she can wear."

"Shut up Andrina!"

"Brat."

"Witch!"

"Spoiled."

"Bitch!"

Ariel rolled her eyes. Somethings never changed. They still stole each other's clothes; they still fought like cats; and she still got caught. It didn't matter that Ariel was a guardian; she was still Baby Sister - the lowest member on the Triton totem pole.

Clipping her last earring, Ariel snatched her trident and unlocked the bathroom door (there were three locks and it was very necessary. The morning stampede was deadly). Heels clicking, she pranced into the bedroom.

"Yeeeowza!" Andrina said. Aquata whistled. Alana squealed. "Ariel! You look soooo hot!"

Ariel grinned. Inwardly, she agreed. She'd just spent a fortune on a new outfit and six hours in the bathroom - she better look hot. True, 'hot' was probably not appropriate for a family dinner party, but Ariel was unconcerned. After all, Jim was coming to dinner: Ariel wanted his rattail to unravel when he saw her.

So the outfit was important. She'd spent all day preparing.

Following lunch, Ariel had dragged Wendy shopping. Jim was banned from the excursion because (1) Ariel wanted to 'hang' and (2) Ariel wanted to surprise Jim with a new dress.

After scrounging the mall, they found the perfect one: it was a violet dress with an asymmetrical top (bare shoulder on the right and droopy sleeve on the left). The skirt was mini so Ariel could show off her legs, and just tight enough to send Jim into temporary shock.

Next came the accessories. And to Ariel's pleasant surprise, Wendy was very good at accessorizing. Once convinced that Ariel wanted to break the bank, Wendy selected gold stilettos, gleaming seashell earrings, pearl studs for second piercings, and an assortment of golden pearl bracelets. No necklace Wendy had advised Too busy.

Ariel's outfit was perfect. All she had to do was wear her down so Jim could play with it, and voila! Magical night with the handsomest boy in town! Nothing could go wrong!

The only upsetting part of the day had been Wendy. While she was a natural accessorizer, Wendy was a terrible shopper. She just looked! Noting else! She just looked!

Ariel had been astounded. That's so boring! Shopping is not a spectator sport! You paw, you indulge, you ooo, you aww, you risk, you spend, you have fun!

Ariel urged Wendy to partake. She tried everything but raiding Wendy's dressing room (one time she did, just for kicks). Wendy had acquiesced, but in the end she couldn't rationalize purchasing an entire new wardrobe for three days in Fantasia. Plus she didn't have a credit card. Ariel had three.