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CHAPTER THREE

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SITTING IN MY room, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was the night of the 'date' and also the night we proved everybody wrong about Ashley being a catfish.

Cartman laughed. So hard, that he fell on my bed holding his sides. "This is going to be so fucking great!" He laughed.
I giggled, fixing up my dark makeup. "I know right?" I smiled, sitting in front of the mirror on the floor. "Give me the wig." I said, looking over to him.

He handed me a long haired black wig, and watched as I put it on. It actually fit pretty well, and didn't look fake at all.
I fixed up the bangs and put on dark red lipstick.

Everything looked perfect.

I was currently wearing a long sleeved black tight fitting dress that went just above my knees, and tall black boots that went to my knees.
Standing up, I grabbed a small over the side purse from my closet and some gum.
"How do I look? Do you think I can pull it off?" I asked him.

His eyes were currently glued to my waist, then up to my face with shock.
I raised a brow, eyes slightly wide with confusion.
"You look hot." He smirked. "Kyle better not try something stupid on you." He glared.

I laughed awkwardly, and chewed my gum.
"Thanks. But I'll be fine. I look enough like her though, right?" I asked him worriedly. He nodded.

"Yeah, you look just like her! Now all you gotta do is change your voice." He smirked.
I nodded. "What if she's from London?" I asked in a British accent.
Laughing, I shook my head. "No, never mind, he would never buy that." I covered my face with my hands laughing.

Cartman only smiled wider. "No! Do that! You sound good!" He chuckled.

"Alright, I will. I gotta hurry though, I'm supposed to be meeting him there in twenty minutes." I chortled, walking down the stairs carefully.

My mom came out of her room and raised a brow. "Cartman? Oh hey. Who's that?" She asked, pointing to me.
I turned around and raised a brow. "Mom, it's me." I said.

"Holy shit!" She yelled, walking down the stairs after us.
She looked me up and down and laughed with shock. "I didn't even recognize you! Damn, you took after my good looks." She smirked at me.

Cartman laughed harder, and I did the same.
"Where are you going with this on? And a .  . Wig?" She questioned me.

"Long story. But right now, I'm Ashley Banks. I'm catfishing Kyle and seeing if I can pull it off." I said with a snicker. She rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Whatever, have fun. And be careful, yeah? You look like a hooker." She laughed.

I smirked. "Good, that's how Ashley is supposed to look." I joked, pushing the locks of hair behind my shoulder, bumping my hoops in the process.

"Alright let's go!" Cartman said, shoving me out the door.
"Bye, mrs (l/n)!" Cartman called out behind his shoulder as we made our way out the door.

"Call me when you get there. Then tell me how it went once you get home." He laughed. I nodded. "Of course."

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