I Found The Real Superman (An IM5 FanFic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8! I also have a message for you at the end (like always but I'm gonna fangirl so just warning you guys lol sorry in advance).

Enjoy!

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{Chapter 8- Merry Christmas, Aye?}

~Thalia's POV~

"YOU LOOK SO PERFECT STANDING THERE IN MY AMERICAN APPAREL UNDERWEAR, AND I KNOW NOW, THAT IM SO DOWN!!" Z bursted out singing 5 Seconds Of Summer. Fun fact about her, she only sings in front of me, and now Marcus, and actually has a good voice. She always tells me, "No, I don't. Shut up and stop lying." She can get pretty rude sometimes, like, even more rude than her being sassy. It's pretty scary.

Marcus gasped. "You guys like 5SOS?!"

"Like? More like LOVE!!!" Z shouted.

"This is why you guys are my best friends!" We laughed.

"I'm still shocked we slept in the snow and didn't get, like, hypothermia or something..." I said.

"Whoa! Thalia used a big word! Are you okay, bro?!" Z asked me, with a grin on her face.

I threw a pillow at her, but being the ninja she is, she caught it. "Shut up!!" We all laughed again.

If you're confused, it's already Christmas Eve, and we're all at Marcus' getting ready to go to Casa de IM5. We're now helping each other with outfits, hair, makeup, you know, the girlie stuff!

"Marcus first!" I said, pointing at her.

She didn't refuse and she showed two outfits on hangers. One was casual, but still a bit festive. It was a cute dark green sweater, with black leggings, and white combat boots. The other one was a bit more girlie. A white and green striped tank top with a red cardigan, a black skirt, and black flats.

"I personally like that one," I said, pointing at the girlie one, "But the other one will suit you better." Z agreed.

"Awesome! Thanks guys!" Marcus smiled at us. "Z! You go!"

Z held up her two hangers. There was a girlie one. A red sweater with a black leather vest, a dark green velvet skirt, and black and white converse. The other one was a punk rocker look. A green tank top with her signature black leather jacket with cute little buttons on it, red shorts, and brown knee high boots, like pirate looking boots.

"Do you even have to show us? The punk rock one, Z!" Marcus said and pointed to it.

"Yeah, same." I agreed. Z just nodded. "My turn!"

I showed my two outfits. The first one is a white strapless dress with a black leather jacket (it doesn't look like Z's) and black high heeled boots. The other one was a red off the shoulder sweater, black and white printed leggings, with green flats with a little bow on each of them.

"That one is more like you," Z said, pointing to the one with the sweater, "The other one looks like you're gonna go to the club or something." Marcus agreed with her.

"Okay, now we all go change!" I said. Marcus closed the curtains to the window and locked the door. We turned away from each other and changed.

"I'm done, tell me when I can turn around." Z said first. She had a onesie on, so she was fast. Okay, yes, 16 almost 17 year old girls can wear onesies, and she will cut you if you judge her for it.

"Done!" I said.

"Okay, I'm done, too!" Marcus said, and we all turned around, and looked at each other in approval.