THE PLAN BEGINS

The playboy rumble plan was an AWFUL mess. It was horrible, terrible and God I feel so ashamed of myself I could literally die and still wanna die three more times. Turns out we got it all wrong.

So as planned, June came over to my house for dress-ups and while I had the perfect chic look for her to rock on her pretend date with Diego Sanchez, June was SUCH a nervous wreck, I could EAT my heart while laughing at the way she just sat there in my fabulously fashy room ( Of course!) looking scared and terrified while I checked through every nice outfit of mine for a perfect fit. Then I drew out my make-up kit, grabbed a few out of my THOUSANDS of fash mags and fashion catalogues and scrolled through for inspiration. Just then, mom walked in with a tray of lemonade and cookies that totally WASN'T needed, beaming at June like she was her long-lost daughter while I was the cruddy replacement she'd ended up with. I sat there, wondering how mom had even gotten in while my second wonder was that my first wonder shouldn't been HOW she got in... obviously there's a door!... but WHY. Mom never serves lemonade each time the EPC come around. She's always too 'busy'. Now I understand why.

" June dear. How are you?" Mom said in a voice that made me wonder if Cinderella'd fallen off her kingdom and landed right into my room in plain pants and extremely unfashionable clothes. June grinned.

" Good afternoon Mrs Scotts " She said like Harry Potter'd given up a life of wizardry and decided to possess my best friend.

" How are you?"

" Fine dear. Amazing" Mom gave me a glare behind June's back cause I was making terrible mock faces of their ridiculous accents behind their backs and dropped the tray on my reading table.

" I got you girls something to munch on. Have fun"

" We sure will" I mumbled. She smiled at June and NOT me and walked out. I rolled my eyes.

" Oh Summer your mom is soooo nice!" June squealed, holding my hand. I rolled my eyes again.

" Yeah. Very. Now let's get back to the mission at hand" I said, pulling out my latest copy of teen vogue trendy makeovers issue. June and I had to spend nearly half an hour trying to pick out what she liked cause the rest were either too showy, too skimpy, too outlandish( I don't even know what that means!) Or too bright. At the end, she squealed at a long khaki skirt and tee that left me literally APPALLED. But it was either that or June's idea of 'fashion' and you DON'T wanna know what that is. After we went shopping, I took it upon my humble and caring self to SAVE June from massive rejection and re-made the skirt myself and cut it a bit short, adding a few stones, glitter and chains ( I'm so NOT letting my bestie go out looking like a lost version of Florence Nightingtale!) And the results were two-derful! she came out looking like a goth-Bohemian hipster rock all at once thanks to my, KAY-RAY-ZEE sense of fashion!!!!! And June actually LIKED it though she complained that it was too short ( I mean, the length was literally an INSULT to the mini-skirt world!) after watching June pick out some extremely UNFASHIONABLE outfits, we headed back home for the make-up session.