Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:11 pm
(This is it ladies: The famed and fabled Stag-ette group. If you want to send your female character to prom with the girl mob, this is the place for you.)
((Aislyn McCreery continued from Decisions, Decisions))
Aislyn bounced on her toes and fought the urge to peek out the window again. Her father would hear the rustle of the blinds, and he'd already ordered to calm down and stop haunting their front window. His last teasing comment still rang in her ears. Would you calm down, Cess? You're going with a group of friends, practically a herd of other girls. It's not like you have to worry about getting stood up by a boy. They'll get here when they get here.
The plan was for the other girls to assemble at her house, where her dad to drive them to the dance and then pick them up at the end of the night. Aislyn felt a moment of panic at the thought of her father in the car with a group of her classmates. Oh god, please don't let him try to be funny and say bizarre, off-the-wall things. I think sometimes he forgets that teenage girls are not like teenage boys.
Not for the first time, she really regretted not getting her US driver's license yet. Letting out a dramatic sigh, she wandered over to the mirror and inspected her hair and make-up. No use crying over spilled milk. Driver's license this summer, after school gets out.
Gently brushing an errant curl over her shoulder, she turned her head to the right and studied her profile. Dad'll be fine. He won't embarrass me since he wants this to be a nice evening. He's probably even relieved that I'm not going with a boy. At least this way, he can't try to do his "I could kill you with one hand" routine like he did before we left Italy.
That stray memory gave her a moment's pause as she pictured her dad and Vivian together. She loved her father dearly, but a career spent in the Navy had not made him one of the most open-minded men. Well, honestly, Viv is so gorgeous that Dad'll never find out unless someone specifically says something. And I doubt anyone will, because that would put a definite damper on the evening. It'll all go great. Stop fretting and borrowing trouble, she firmly ordered herself.
Seeing that every hair was in place and her make-up still practically perfect thanks to the MAC beauty counter in the mall, Aislyn looked over her shoulder towards the den. She contemplated going to the window again, but instead, she fidgeted with the hem of her Kelley green dress while she waited for the other girls to arrive.
((Aislyn McCreery continued from Decisions, Decisions))
Aislyn bounced on her toes and fought the urge to peek out the window again. Her father would hear the rustle of the blinds, and he'd already ordered to calm down and stop haunting their front window. His last teasing comment still rang in her ears. Would you calm down, Cess? You're going with a group of friends, practically a herd of other girls. It's not like you have to worry about getting stood up by a boy. They'll get here when they get here.
The plan was for the other girls to assemble at her house, where her dad to drive them to the dance and then pick them up at the end of the night. Aislyn felt a moment of panic at the thought of her father in the car with a group of her classmates. Oh god, please don't let him try to be funny and say bizarre, off-the-wall things. I think sometimes he forgets that teenage girls are not like teenage boys.
Not for the first time, she really regretted not getting her US driver's license yet. Letting out a dramatic sigh, she wandered over to the mirror and inspected her hair and make-up. No use crying over spilled milk. Driver's license this summer, after school gets out.
Gently brushing an errant curl over her shoulder, she turned her head to the right and studied her profile. Dad'll be fine. He won't embarrass me since he wants this to be a nice evening. He's probably even relieved that I'm not going with a boy. At least this way, he can't try to do his "I could kill you with one hand" routine like he did before we left Italy.
That stray memory gave her a moment's pause as she pictured her dad and Vivian together. She loved her father dearly, but a career spent in the Navy had not made him one of the most open-minded men. Well, honestly, Viv is so gorgeous that Dad'll never find out unless someone specifically says something. And I doubt anyone will, because that would put a definite damper on the evening. It'll all go great. Stop fretting and borrowing trouble, she firmly ordered herself.
Seeing that every hair was in place and her make-up still practically perfect thanks to the MAC beauty counter in the mall, Aislyn looked over her shoulder towards the den. She contemplated going to the window again, but instead, she fidgeted with the hem of her Kelley green dress while she waited for the other girls to arrive.