Don’t mess with Ginny.

Anne made that mental note as her sister once again cut Fawn down to size. It was going well, she supposed, feeling guilt over the plan. Stanley had recruited some of his ‘friends’ to shower attention on Ginny, ignoring Fawn. Interestingly, other men did the same.

Lemmings. Anne didn’t think much of such weak men.

But those weak men were contributing to the plan. Standing with their broad backs to her. Nancy and her busy hands were distracting the ever considerate Ted, leaving Fawn pushed to the side.

She wasn’t liking that. Anne read it in her pinched lips and her stiff posture. The woman was miserable.

Anne fought her need to console the woman. She wouldn’t appreciate it, not from the roommate she despised and…

Stanley ‘accidentally’ bumped into Fawn, spilling his drink on her bare arm.

“Watch where you’re going, you f**kin’ fairy!” spewed from those perfect pink lips.

Shocked silence. All around them.

Ted’s eyes were wide. Like he had never heard that language from his friend. Anne had. Plenty of times. Usually directed at her.

“Fawn.”

“No.” A manicured finger lifted. “Don’t you f**kin’ dare lecture me, Mister High And Mighty. Standing over there playing footsies with that trailer trash tramp of yours. All you had to do was…”

“Tramp?” Nancy broke in, her face red. “You have the nerve to call me a…”

“Nance.” Anne stepped between them. “I don’t think…”

“Obviously.” Bitterness from Fawn. “Look at your f**kin’ hair.”

“Fawn.” Ted tried again.

“No.” She slung her purse over her shoulder. “I’m out of here. I don’t need you, Ted. I thought I did but I don’t. I’ll find another father for…” And then she broke off, realizing she had said too much.

Before they could react, she was gone.

Continue reading July 9th

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“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Anne was having second, third and fourth thoughts about her plan, as they wandered down the residence hallway. It would solve Nancy’s problem but it felt so wrong.

“Relax, Annie.” Ginny laughed. “I’ve played these games for years. You may ignore the mean girls but me, I take them on. Someone has to and I love it.” She straightened.

“If you need to bail…”

Another laugh. “I won’t.”

Oh, to have Ginny’s confidence. Did it come with the beauty? Anne knocked on her own door, giving Fawn some notice, before swinging it open.

There was a toss of long blonde hair, a welcoming smile on a perfectly made up face. “Oh, its you.” That smile faded with Fawn realizing it was only her green haired freak of a roommate standing in the doorway. Then a double look. “You’re wearing makeup.”

“I am.” Even Ginny approved of the woodland fairy look Stanley had given Anne.

“A pathetic attempt at beauty?” A snort. “It didn’t work.  You’d need a lot more than some dollar store eye shadow to accomplish that.”

Ginny sucked in her breath. Anne felt her press against her. She held her back with a slender hand and took a couple hesitant steps inside. “We’re going out tonight.”

“We?” Interest.

“Ted, Nancy, Stanley, Patrick, myself, and…” She stepped aside. “My sister Ginny. Ginny, Fawn. Fawn, Ginny.”

The two gorgeous women stared at each other. Ginny’s face had a fascinatingly cold and haughty expression Anne had never before seen. She looked older, sophisticated, intimidating. A different person entirely. Even Fawn moved back.

“Sorry for the interruption.” Ginny didn’t sound sorry.

“Interruption?”

“From the looks of it, you weren’t expecting visitors.” There was a bored drawl to Ginny’s voice. Ice blue eyes flicked dismissively over the other blonde.

Continue reading July 2nd

“You are not touching my face.”

Anne heard the ruckus as soon as she entered Stanley’s apartment. Actually she could hear it out in the hallway through the paper thin walls.

“I am a professional. I’ve taken courses, Skinny Ginny.” There was a plea in Stanley’s voice. Anne knew Ginny’s face would be hard for him to resist.

“I saw what you did to Annie’s hair.”

“That was hair. This is make up. I can do make up, gorgeous. It is my element.”

“You can do make up. For someone else.” Ginny’s blue eyes lit up. “Here’s Annie. Practice on her.” She dragged her by the arm over to where Stanley had his brushes and vats of make up all set up.

“I…” Anne didn’t want her face done but Ginny’s face was like stone and Stanley’s bottom lip curled into a pout. All the signs of a bad start to the evening. “Oh, okay.” She sighed, settling into the chair. How could this end up any worse than the green hair?

“Oh, goodie.” Stanley clapped, the thundercloud replace by bright sun. “This is a real treat, Annie Bananie. You don’t let me touch your face very often.”

“You let HIM give you makeup tips and not me?” The drama wasn’t yet over.

Anne got up again. “Unless you’d rather?” She waved at the seat.

“No, no.” Ginny conceded. “You go right ahead.” She plunked down in a nearby chair. “Could I suggest moss green eye shadow to go with the hair?”

She was joking, right?

“Ohhh…” Stanley’s mouth rounded. “She could be a woodland fairy.”

Oh, lord, they weren’t.

Continue reading June 25th

“She called you a green haired freak?”

“Yes. Yes.” Anne waved. They had covered that already.

“To your face?” Ginny was indignant.

“Yes. Ginny, that’s not important.” Anne didn’t know why her little sister was dwelling on it. So Fawn called her a name. No big deal. She had been called worse.

A guy hovered near them, indecision on his face.

“I think it is important.” Ginny’s frown scared him away. “No one calls my sister a green haired freak and gets away with it.” She pounded the chair arm, careful not to mess up her perfect manicure. Ginny had been getting her nails done since she accumulated enough allowance money to do so. “Uh, uh. Not my sister.”

That sounded like an agreement. “Then you’ll help?”

“Do you have to ask?” Ginny looked hurt. “Of course, I’ll help. We’re sisters. That’s what sisters do. And this girl shouldn’t have called you that. It was not nice.”

“I do have green hair.” Anne, to be fair, had to point out.

“I don’t know why.” Blonde hair bounced. “So Stanley asked you, that doesn’t mean you have to say yes. For a smart girl, Annie, sometimes you do some dumb things. Like that shirt you’re wearing. Those colors. Not flattering.” Disgust. “You should let me dress you.”

This again. She wasn’t going to be Ginny’s Barbie doll. “These are the school colors, Ginny.”

“Why are all academics color blind?” Her sister muttered.

Continue reading June 18th

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