[Well, here's the second part... again, enjoy and comment!]
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She grabbed her black messenger bag, which was covered in a few band pins. Her messenger bag carried everything she’d ever need, that didn’t fit in her hoodie pockets. She slipped her cell phone into the black shoulder bag and took out her keys. Before she left, Sinister went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. She would have made herself coffee, but Reesa, Charrette, and Billie would call her again.
Leisurely, she walked out of the light grey house and locked the door. Sinister’s messenger bag swung lightly, hitting her leg as she headed toward her black corvette. It was her baby and her mom’s car when she was younger. But she had updated it a bit by installing a CD player.
She drove down one of the newly cemented streets, singing ‘To Charrette’s House We Go!’. Charrette’s house was one of the biggest houses you would ever see. Over the hill, which led to Charr’s house, she began to see the grey roof leading to the sea-foam green house, her destination. Sinister began to pull up to the house when two blurs ran to her car, screaming. Billie walked leisurely behind the blurs, also known as Charrette and Reesa.
“I ate the last Pop-Tart, so only coffee was left…” Billie told her before Sin could ask.
Though Charr’s family was extremely rich, the only in the house, that was edible for seventeen year old girls, was Pop-Tarts and coffee. They didn’t even have wine or beer,
“Go! Go! Go!” Charr shouted at Billie.
“Coming, coming…” Billie said, nonchalantly.
After about a minute more, Billie finally reached the car and climbed in. The only good part about Charr and Reesa not waiting to get into the car was, it would save Sin the two seconds it would take to start the car… two seconds less spent in a car with two coffee-high girls screaming “IHOP! IHOP!”
With a last rumble the engine shut off and Project: I-Fucking-HOP, as named by Charrette began.
“Give me food!” Reesa screamed at the top of her lungs, which was very loud.
“PANCAKES!” shrieked Charrette nearly doubling the noise of Reesa.
Billie and Sinister slowly walked in behind the ruckus, C&R. Loudly, Charr and Reesa sat down at a random booth, with some stares from waitresses, and shouted, in French repeatedly, “Garcon! Garcon!”
“Um… what would you… um… like to order?” the waitress said trembling, she was terrified.
‘She must be new,’ thought Sinister, ‘I feel bad for her…’
Apparently Reesa and Charrette had discovered this too. So they recoiled and calmed down… yeah right. Billie and Sin glanced at each other with sinister smirks plastered on their faces. They couldn’t let Reesa and Charrette have all the fun!
“Pancakes!” all four shouted.
Hand fulls of salt and pepper were pelted at the poor girl as she ran back to the kitchen. There were even a few squirts of mustard that followed, thanks to Charrette.
“What?! I don’t like mustard… and besides, if it hit her it would match her blue and yellow uniform.” She replied to the smiles and rolling eyes shot in her direction.
Bored, Reesa looked around spotting her perfect eye candy. Billie, Sinister, and Charrette noticed her eyes staring at a guy sitting at the counter.
“Didn’t you just break up with Dylan on Tuesday, Reesa?” Sinister, rolling her eyes, asked her.
“Mhmm…” Reesa said as she got up and began to walk toward the counter.
“Go get some, Reesa!” Charr shouted after her.
Sinister and Billie laughed, but Reesa just looked back at them with a quick and playful wink. She walked over and sat by him. Sin overheard that his name was Danny, he was a goner. Reesa had a new boyfriend just about every other week. Any guy that stared into her emerald green eyes for too long and watched her flick her wavy dirty blonde hair, got stuck in her boy trap. Supposedly, Reesa was the prettiest out of the four girls. Charrette had rusty red locks that fell down in mild curls, almost one inch longer than Reesa’s hair, which fell down to bust length. Though, Charrette had some of the deepest sapphire eyes. Billie had mild brown hair that was only about and inch about her shoulders. Most of her hair fell to one side, but it never covered her comforting honey brown eyes. Sinister had ebony black hair, which strangely enough faded from black to midnight blue at the tips of her hair. Her dark black bangs always covered one of her ice blue eyes, causing her to always have to flick them to the side.
‘I hope Reesa will be okay,’ all of the remaining girls thought, ‘she always gets broken up inside when she and her boyfriends split.’
Reesa flirted and flirted with Danny, who had dark brown hair with a silver streak. The streak went perfectly with his nearly silver eyes. By the look of his smiles, he had fallen into Reesa’s trap. Unfortunately the pancakes finally arrived, and the poor girl practically ran away after placing the pile of pancakes on the table.
“How about you join me and my friends, Danny..” Reesa said to him, nodding in the direction of the three girls.
"If you wouldn’t mind…” he replied, looking at her innocently through his black guylinered eyes.
“Oh, come on!” Reesa said with a laugh as she pulled him by the arm over to the table.
Hi Danny, I’m Billie! That’s Sinister and Charrette.” Billie said pointing at the person as she said their name.
The girls… and boy talked about nearly everything.
“So, you like AFI?” Sin asked as she noticed his black AFI shirt, that matched his black jeans.
"Yeah, they’re really- oh, wait…” Danny replied as he picked up his cell phone, which had begun to ring.
After a few “Yeah, yeah…”s and “Whatever…”s he told the girls he had to go.
“Well, there’s this party…” Reesa said, sticking out her hand as Sin pulled out a pen and handed it to her, “It’s tonight; hopefully I’ll see you there.”
On a napkin Reesa wrote her phone number and information about the party. Quickly, Danny told her he’d be there and walked out the blue painted doors of IHOP.
“Were you the ones who did this?”
The girls looked up from their seats. There stood an old, fat, and ugly bald man with the word ‘manager’ on his nametag. He was pointing at the mess on the floor, which was coated in mustard, salt, and pepper.
