Just The Sister | Smosh Games fanfiction

Chapter 13| Scared Part two

Later that day, Flitz and I were talking as I realised something.
I didn't tell Mari or Flitz about my powers in the vision.

Shit.

This could cause some major change, like in Life Is Strange when Max saves Chloe's dad but Chloe winds up in a car crash instead. How did I not realise this before?

"Harley?"

"Sorry, what?"

"You zoned out."

"Flitz, I went against my vision."

"What?"

"I didn't tell anyone about my powers in the vision. Stuff could change!"

"What happened in your vision before? Like the major out come of your choices?"

"Um, well, I didn't see exactly what happened but a girl got shot in an alley outside of a night club... I think she was raped too. All I remember was a gunshot and someone with long hair in an alley way, dead."

"So that could have been Cat, Mari, maybe that Quinn girl, or a stranger. Now, there could be a possibility of it being you, or a man or something like that. Let's not go out tonight, then we should be okay."

"But then we'll be changing it more. It's the Chaos Theory, Flitz. Crazy shit happens because it can. If crazy shit wants to change our lives, it will. We have to go out and get it over with."

"I guess you're right. Why were we out in your vision?"

"Cat suggested we go to a night club."

"Okay so I guess she'll still suggest that. If she doesn't, I will."

"Okay."

*later*
We were having dinner. I'd told Mari about our plan and she seemed a little weirded out by it.

"Fancy going out tonight?" Cat asked. Finally!

"Where to?"Flitz asked giving me a small glance.

"There's this night club just down the road from here and it's pretty cool so maybe we could go there."

"Sounds good to me." I chimed in ((with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!))

"Okay let's go in an hour then."Mari added, standing up and grabbing Cat and I. "We're gonna go get ready."

Before you could say 'I'm Harline Quinnsel Ovenshire' Mari was getting Cat and I to try on dresses.

"Mari, I'm not sure about this dress." I said glancing at the super short strapless black dress she'd handed me.

"Just try it on."

"Fine." I sighed. I went into the bathroom and slipped it on . There's no way in hell I'm wearing this. I looked like a prostitute. An underage prostitute. I looked about fourteen! The material barley covered my underwear and refused to stay up on my extremely flat chest.

"Mari it's too big AND too small."

"What?"

"It won't stay up and it's too short."

"I'll find you another dress."

"No screw the dresses! They make me look like a hooker! I'm wearing jeans and a tank top and you have no way of stopping me."

I went into my room and found a super tight pair of black jeans and a dark red tank top. I got out a black shredded tank with safety pins through it and put that over the top. I finished black leather jacket. I looked pretty badass. I put my hair into two low buns and put on eyeliner and red lipstick. Finally, I laced up my plaid doc Martians and walked out of my room.

Well that was what I'd wanted. But, in my vision, I wore a red plaid spaghetti strap dress, a leather jacket and black bow thigh high socks with black wedges and wore my hair in high buns, and my red lipstick and black eyeliner.

"Here!" Mari passed me through said outfit. To no surprise, it fitted me perfectly.

"I look good, I think." I called out.

"Show us!" They both called back. I walked out and both of their jaws dropped.

"You look great!"

"Thanks."

They were both ready so we went downstairs, where the guys were waiting. Their jaws dropped when they saw us. We were smothered with flattery before heading out of the door.