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Mark
Finally. I was free. Free from the confines of the chains of a one-sided relationship that I had no idea about. Released from the well-manicured clutches of a fashionista. Once more sailing blithely, chicly, to Juliano's.
Mark skipped up to the glass door of the condo Juliano lived in by himself. Tapping in the code on the buzzer, he once again marveled at how wonderful and new the world seemed without the underlying confusion of Mark and Candace's relationship. Now, the beautiful world seemed to brighten, illuminatng the vibrant colours of his silk Hermès scarf. (That Candace bought for him, and ughh, that bottle-blonde lady by her Mazda was so totally carrying fake Balenciaga. Really. Who does that?)
"OOOOOHH Markie my precious, I have the most lovely plans for this afternoon. Online designer accessory shopping! Come on in!!" Juliano squealed through the intercom.
The door clicked and swung open to reveal a familiar-looking blonde girl that he hadn't noticed behind the glass. She looked him up and down and snickered. Mark's eyes immediately zeroed in on her handbag, and OH MY GOSH. She is totally carrying that hot new purse that -deep inhalation of breath-TRISTITIA VAN DERELLIS WAS CARRYING at the Diane Von Furstenberg exclusive fashion show! The one-of-a-kind! The one with real sapphires embedded into the 24-k gold chain handle! Before he even had the chance to scream, or ask her where she got the purse, or even close his gaping mouth, she snapped out of her amusement at the androgynous boy before her and clicked her way out. In 4-inch stilettos. That -deep inhalation of breath- TRISTITIA VAN DERELLIS WORE at the premier of that bad movie with that lame singer from that dumb Disney band that weird tasteless two-year-olds love. But Tris was the real headline for that premier. Even if she was on page E13 of Hawtness.
The elevator dinged and Mark stepped in, only to see the reflection of the girl in the limited-edition ultra-designer clothes saunter up to another familiar-looking girl with her back to the door. With the coolest shoes he ever saw. 5-inch Plexiglas heel and black silk straps and latticed top. The girl with the cool shoes turned to the blonde girl with -deep inhalation on breath- TRISITITIA VAN DERELLIS'S wardrobe just as the elevator doors were closing. Mark craned his neck to see who she was and mentally debated cramming his D&G sunglasses that he bought with Candace (she had the matching pair in black and gold, he had the ivory and silver) to keep the doors open.
'No way. They're waay too awesome.' The Candace voice resonated inside his head, residuals from being around her so much.
'They're a relic from the BFWBBB times with Candace.' The factual voice in his head said. 'Too late now anyways.' All he saw was the gold-on-black D&G symbol on the mystery girl's sunglasses.
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HAWTNESS October Spookers Edition
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Our celebrity trackers have spotted the elusive TRISTITIA VAN DERELLIS in the unthinkable... THE MARCIA HEINDRIK HOSPITAL! And not for something lame like anorexia...go to page A3 to find out all the clues to the mystery....
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Candace
That little...
To think he has the nerve to saunter around all glittery and rainbow in the Hermès scarf I GAVE HIM and the D&G sunglasses WE BOUGHT TOGETHER and with the Seven jeans HE BORROWED FROM ME. My only consolation was the fugly Fendi shoes he was currently wearing. Just because they're designer shoes doesn't mean they're hot. That's something I had tried to instill in him ever since grade 9, when he was introduced to the new Spring/Summer Prada line. Pssht. Now that we're over, Juliano can go deal with that when he finally discovers Mark's lack of good taste in shoes. Mark isn't my problem anymore.
The glass door beside me swung open once again. Stella stepped out biting back an amused smile.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! DID YOU SEE THAT FREAK IN THERE?? THE ONE WHO WAS GOING UP TO SEE HIS GAY BFF? OH MY GOSH, DID YOU SEE HIS SHOES? WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE? HONESTLY, WHO WEARS PLASTIC SHOES? EVEN IF THEY ARE MJ! THOSE WERE ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC! AAAND THAT LIPSTICK! IT WAS LIKE HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY LIPS AT ALL!! A SKIN COLOUR? ON SOMEONE'S LIPS? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS, LADY GAGA? EVEN SHE HAS BETTER MAKEUP THAN THAT! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
Well she certainly wasn't holding back anymore. I smiled widely at her comment about his shoes, and laughed along with her, ignoring the comment about his gay BFF.
"Oh, Stella, I KNOW. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM? Exploiting perfectly good plastic cow hides like that!" I added. And together, we snickered at the terrible fashion sense of that transvestite that none of us knew.
"And there's this other freak who lives like, right across from MY penthouse suite, this weirdo with super-curly hair and a different shade of Chanel nail polish on his fingers EVERY DAY, and sings along to Lady Gaga songs EVERY MORNING, and gets a designer dress shipped to his door EVERY AFTERNOON and oh my gosh you won't believe this..but... HE HAS THIS CREEPY LIFE-SIZED DOLL THAT HE DRESSES UP EVERY SINGLE DAY THAT HAS AN UNSCREWABLE HEAD THAT CHANGES FROM SOME DUDE TO MY MOM!"
"WHAT A CREEPER!!" I shrieked, overcome with giggles.
"Oh Candace, I missed you so much." Stella sniveled, wiping away the tears in her eyes she had from laughing so hard.
"I missed you too, Stella, I really did." And as I spoke those words, I realized how true they were, how silly my life was when I was with Mark, and that all those long months with him weren't worth even one with my real best friend with boots, boys and the body. And how wasted those months were, with me only slaving away for a stupid boy who cared only for his makeup and wardrobe, one that didn't even see me as the awesomely hot girl I am. And even if the moments spent with Stella was over laughing about other people, at least I could actually laugh with her, and say what I meant. Even if the whole relationship with the transvestite was still a secret. But this was only the first day back with her. We still had a long way to go, and I'd get to it soon enough.
Maybe I should just keep it a secret though, and make Mark just another buried memory from my past. I might not forgive, but I might as well forget, and telling Stella only to have her laughing at me instead in the future wasn't going to help. Better to keep Mark as a mistake that I will never speak about, but one I would never make again.
While I was thinking about Mark, Stella was inspecting something on my face.
"I've seen those sunglasses somewhere before.."
I took them off and inspected him as well. Damn. They were the matching pair I bought with Mark. Since when was I wearing this?
"Ughh. I hate these fugly sunglasses. I just tossed them on since you told me to wear something 'stealthy' just in case. What the heck does that even mean?" I snorted. "But black sunglasses are like, a prerequisite." I carelessly tossed the sunglasses over my shoulder. Bye bye, last real relic of Mark. Hello old life with new twists.
