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A Perfect DateCrow Kross was seventeen. His appearance was that of an average person who preferred the Goth style black clothing, black eyeliner, shaggy black hair tipped blue. He was handsome, in an intimidating, intense, piss-me-off-and-I'll-gouge-your-eyes-out kind of way. In social situations, he was usually impassive, bored looking, and had shielded himself as a person from outsiders. Only one other person besides his twin sister Nyx had actually gotten past that shell.
Quinn was that person, that girl. Also seventeen, the name she went by was short for her real name, Quintessence. She looked relatively average glasses, blonde hair at a mild length with a touch of red in it, wearing clothes any teenager would wear (currently in black pants and a pale green t-shirt). She was a wallflower and preferred it that way.
And right now, the two of them were on a date, and Quinn was frantic.
Perhaps not as frantic as she would be if she were being chased by a bear. Maybe a better term would
No More Platform Shoes: Chp 4Danielle decided that if Jazz wasn't going to be her roommate, she had to find somebody else. Someone older, female, and that she could convince Jack and Maddie was responsible. I can totally do that, she thought, optimistic. Danielle knew she didn't have many girlfriends, but she would succeed in her mission, somehow.
How do I not have ANY friends that are female? She wondered as she sat on her bed in the attic, attempting to write down a list. So far, there were three names.
List of Girls I Know I Can Ask To Room with Me
Unfortunately, none of these were real options. Jazz had already turned her down. Star was the queen bee, a junior at Casper High, the school Danielle went to, and the blond was an extreme brat. Danielle had no wish to room with her she'd rather stay in this attic. As for Ashley, she had been a friend of Danielle's, though they hadn't been close enough that Danielle had shared with Ashley her half-ghost/clone status (though she did with
No More Platform Shoes: Chp 3The day is over. And once again I have a headache. Luckily, it's nine at night, not two in the morning, and I am in my room with Valerie, not in Paulina's limousine waiting for the girl to spot her long-time obsession.
Though it was rather amusing. I mean, Paulina could hook any guy. It's hilarious, the puppies they become in her wake of seduction. Not that I can blame them she is beautiful, even I can admit that. More than my girl next door standards could stand up to, but the thing is, my Pretty Plain Jane looks keep me out of the spotlight, and her in it. Score one for Manson!
Wonder why Phantom didn't like her. It's so odd. Maybe he was playing hard to get? Who does that for two years? Maybe ghosts just aren't attracted to other people. Or humans. Or maybe he's just gay.
Or maybe they had a secret affair, ghost-boy ditched her and she's stalking him to try and get him back! What better way to say "I care about you" than to follow their every move? Or&
No More Platform Shoes: Chp 2"Sammy-kins!"
I brought my pillow to cover my ears. That voice was entirely too bright for eight in the morning, honestly. But Pamela Manson, my mother, was quite the bright character and had been so for the sixteen years of my life. That wasn't about to change.
"Oh, Samantha dearie, wake up already."
Grumbling, I punched my pillow and sat up, giving her my death glare. Despite the fact that I've refined it to a nearly perfect state, she was not affected. That might be because she was the one I got to practice on. What'd I'd give to sleep 'til three.
I let her drag me upright into a standing position (because I would certainly not do it voluntarily), closing my eyes when the curtains were opened into my dark room. I wish I could say the sun was entirely too bright for eight in the morning, but I can't really go against nature.
Just, did it have to be so bright in my room?
I got a glance of my wardrobe for the day and my lips set into a tight line. I used to
No More Platform Shoes: Chp 1Okay in this story, Amity Park is near Hollywood. And not everything is researched. This story is AU and for fun! Enjoy
Also, sporadic updates. Inspired by the song that plays on the credits of the movie "Mulan 2".
Disclaimer: I'm not male and over 20. Therefore Danny Phantom and affiliated characters, logos and such are not mine. *sob*
I ripped off the shoes as soon as Valerie closed the door behind us. Finally. "If I have to wear one more pair of these absolutely ridiculous platform shoes to another red carpet event, there is going to be blood," I muttered darkly.
"Not according to your contract with White Stag," Val reminded me.
I laughed. "Forget the contract. They can sue me for all I'm worth. I refuse to wear another one of these absurd shoes again!"
"Yes! We shall burn them all in a bonfire to celebrate their riddance!" Valerie announced dramatically.
I shrugged, losing interest in the conversation. We were talking about shoes. "No, I don't think
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