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Author's notes: Keeping it short and simple. Would prefer to keep all of the chapter's over 1k, but since this is just a little thing that I don't know where I'm going with half the time, I'll have to deal. I'm a little late with this update because... I forgot about it earlier. Yeah, that's it. Anyways. I also insert a Heathers reference, simply because I can. I am an unstoppable force. Until I have writer's block. Yeah.
"I'm telling you, I don't know what happened!" Janis recalled the story to Aaron. "She just went like, 'ugh!' and stomped out! Surprised she didn't break a heel or something."
"What go her so riled up?" Aaron asked, as Cady messed with his hair.
"One of the new girls. Reminded me of her, actually... Huh."
"I believe you said something like, 'no, another one!'" Cady said, finishing off a small braid in Aaron's hair. It didn't stay long, but she deemed it cute for a second.
"So she's a carbon copy?" Aaron asked.
"More like a poorly done clone." Janis sighed. "She wishes she could be Regina George."
"Everyone wishes they could be Regina George. I wish I could be Regina George." Damian said dramatically, flopping down on the couch.
"The only thing I'm jealous of about her is that she can walk in stilettos without failing once." Cady said.
"You rock the Converse, babe." Aaron said, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Thanks, I try."
"Ugh, disgusting." Janis said.
"The hetero-ness." Damian said.
"Oh to have a relationship at all."
"The closest I'll get is to the fling at summer acting camp." Damian sighed.
Cady started to ask, "The one where you—"
"Please," Damian held his hand up. "Don't recall my foolish mistakes to me. At least out of song form."
"If I pull up your song on Spotify, will you at least tell me if this is the right story?" Cady asked.
"Maybe."
The beginning vocals of Damian's hit song, Stop, started to play.
"That one." He said pitifully. He then began to sing along with his voice.
"All right, cheer up. At least you got a couple thousand plays out of your song."
"They had to endure Karen saying her lines, that I had to reshoot 47 different times. I hope I got that much out of it."
"You wrote a play out of a year in our high school lives, I think you're going somewhere." Janis said.
"Someday, I'll go all the way to Broadway! Or at least off-Broadway. And then I'll get kicked out of the original cast, so I won't be the official voice of the OBC and die alone and miserable, wishing I could have pursued that summer camp relationship a bit longer. Or that he had answered to my edible arrangements basket." Damian added mournfully, "Phillip..."
"Cheer up Damian, there's plenty of guys out there." Aaron said.
"Says the one in a happy and healthy relationship."
"You got me there."
"I'm hungry, Damian, where's your snacks hiding today?" Janis asked.
"Unlike Cady's sad pantry, I have many different flavors of chips in my pantry. Sour cream and onion, cheddar cheese and sour cream, barbecue, Doritos, dill pickle, plain, plain but wavy, tortilla, chili—"
"I get the gist." Janis said. "Still don't know where they are."
"In the pantry." Damian said. "Thought I'd spice it up and make it a clear spot."
"Oh. Be right back."
"So, what did you think of the new kids as a whole?" Aaron asked.
"If they can get Regina flustered? Scary." Damian said. "But overall, they seem pretty chill."
"Yeah, they seem nice. Guess we'll get to know them better as time goes by, though." Cady said.
"I won't." Aaron shrugged. "Maybe we can hang out afterwards, though."
"Maybe." Cady smiled.
"You two are so gross." Janis said as she came back into the room, mouth stuffed with the chips of the bag she held in her arms.
"Thanks?"
"Damian, you're low on dill pickle chips now." Janis said.
"I didn't like those ones anyway."
"I do, and you keep them stocked for me."
"Yeah, I do."
"So, what movie are we planning on watching?" Aaron asked.
"The Princess Bride." Damian said.
"Really? Don't your have that thing memorized by now?" Janis piped up.
Damian gasped loudly, causing Janis to drop her chips.
"Are you ok? Do you need CPR? Cause I am not giving you CPR."
"Did you just quote Heathers?!" Damian asked.
"No...? This is just the millionth time that we've watched The Princess Bride this week?"
"You know, if you put a wig on, you'd look like Veronica Sawyer. Or at least Barret Wilbert Weed..."
"You're not getting a wig on me. You'd only catch me in one of those stupid 80's uniforms if I were dead."
"Dead Girl Walking." Damian muttered under his breath.
"What'd you just call me?"
"So!" Cady interrupted. "The Princess Bride?"
"The Princess Bride." Damian nodded solemnly.
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FanfictionWhen some of the Middleborough High School students signed up for an exchange class with Evanston High School for their senior year, they weren't expecting much. But then they hear the story of Cady Heron and the Plastics, and hit it off well with t...
