Hola! cómo estás?
Okay, I just took that from google translate, I don't know a pennyworth of Spanish.
Dedicated to Sana, my long lost friend.
"Hello?" Came a faint voice from the phone receiver.
"Hey Savannah, it's me, Brooke." I confessed, "I need you to meet me in the mall in, say, fifteen minutes. I have this amazing plan to get you back with Josh."
"I don't know, Brooke." Savannah said, obviously not a fan of this idea.
"But you haven't even heard the plan yet!" I whined,
She sighed, "So tell me the plan."
"Um," I said, biting my lip, "I'l tell you once we get there."
I could practically feel her roll her eyes through the phone, 'Yeah, I think the fact that you're not telling me your plan is proof enough that I'm not going to like this amazing plan of yours." She deadpanned.
"You're not going to like it," I admitted, "But it's going to make Josh fall in love with you." I said, singing out the last part.
I heard her sigh, "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
I snorted, "Course not." I say nervously, "Okay, maybe a teensy-weensy bit. I'll see you in the mall."
With that, I hung up.
***
"That's your amazing plan?" Savannah said sceptically, "Turn me into you?"
I rolled my eyes, "No, my amazing plan is to turn you into you."
"Yeah, because that makes so much sense." She replied, frowning at me.
"Can't you see?" I told her, "The fake hair, the excessive makeup, it's not helping you. You just hide yourself in all the fake-ness. I think the world should get to see that the real Savannah Silver isn't that nasty a person as the fake Savannah Silver is. Heck, she can even be nice sometimes."
My speech was followed by silence, and finally Savannah said, "You know, that's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,and meant."
"So?" I looked at her eagerly.
"Gah, fine I'll do it." She said, waving her hands in defeat, "I mean, it won't hurt to try out your oh so amazing plan, right?"
"I do believe that's a rhetorical question, my dear Savannah. Now it's time to put Operation NBTNB in action!" I cheered and made whooping noises.
"Operation NBTNB?" Savannah repeated, raising her eyebrow.
"Operation Nasty Bitch to Natural Beauty, of course."
***
"No, oh no. No." Savannah said, shaking her hair vigorously to prove her point. I rolled my eyes, "You have no choice in this matter. Don't worry, Sheldon's an amazing hairstylist."
"I," She said, gritting her teeth, "Am already regretting letting you experiment on my poor ass."
"Actually, that would be your poor hair." I piped up and her glare became more vicious.
"On a more serious note," I said, "I'm assuring you that by the time I'm done with you, you will be 100℅ happy."
"What are you, some tacky saleswoman?" She grumbled, obviously not happy, but she let's the matter go.
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The Chronicles Of Us
Teen FictionBrooke Chase is your average girl, nothing in her life has ever been crazy. She has two loving parents, two best girl friends, a slightly overprotective brother, and best of all, a guy she can trust with her every secret. She couldn't be more conten...