The Park, Friday Afternoon

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Much like the students, the gremlins of Fandom were especially active and busy this week. As of today, a victory of two newly bitten ankles had been claimed for gremlinkind.

And now there were heiresses in the park. Or... socialites of some kind, at least. Wearing dresses. As you do.

"I can't believe my driver can't pick us up," Gert whined, tossing her hair in irritation. "Just because there's stairs everywhere. What, like he can't drive uphill?"

"Omigod," Cade agreed, tossing the long, bleach-blonde hair he totally didn't have over his shoulder. "This is totes ridic. And I don't even see Niemans. Un. Acceptable."

"And I'm getting dirt on my Louboutins!" Gert squealed unhappily. "This is the worst ever. Uuuuuuuuuugh."

That 'ugh' was held for about six syllables. Because.

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"Where are we?" Cade demanded, stomping a foot that, frankly, had never been made for a Manolo Blahnik, onto the cobblestones. "Is this, like, France? Or Epcot or something?"

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"If it's France, why aren't there smexy guys all over the place with accents, and, like, V-necks?" Were V-necks really what France was known for, Gert? Really? "Maybe we're in Epcot. But aren't there supposed to be, like, stores?"

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"Right?!" Cade agreed, tugging on his skirt a bit so that more of his nonexistent cleavage could show.

Tastefully, omigod.

"He's kind of cute, though," Cade said, pointing to...Tino. On his way to work. Run, Tino.

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"You should totally talk to him!" Gert encouraged. No, Tino. Run far away. "See if he knows where the V-neck guys are."

Then she paused, surveying Cade critically and tapping her chin with one finger before she moved to try to adjust Cade's dress for him. As friends did. "Let the girls out some more."

Nope. There were no girls.

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"But tastefully, right?" Cade agreed, shaking his hair over his shoulders.

If he'd had hair that long. Which no.

"How's my smize?"

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"Killer," Gert assured her. "You smize like you were born with a silver Blahnik on your foot. Or whatever that expression is."

It definitely wasn't that, and also, it did not apply here.

"Totally tasteful."

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Of all the days for Maddie to decide she should go for a walk because she could.

"Uh, hi," she said, not wanting to ask about the dresses while wanting to ask about the dresses.

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"Oh, thank god," Gert said, stalking over to Maddie with heavy clicks of her ridiculous heels. "Do you know where the Niemans is? Or the nearest French boys?"

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"No to both those things," said Maddie, who dressed in church donation chic. "Are you feeling okay?"

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"No." But thank you for asking, Maddie! ...was what a polite person would say. "There's dirt on my, like, shoes."

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Maddie had to look down now. "On your really spiky shoes. Why do you need spikes on your shoes?"

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"Because they're in, duh!" Silly Maddie! "You're just jealous."

She tossed her hair.

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"Hott," Cade agreed, pursing his lips sexily.

Well. "Sexily."

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"Hey, girlfriend!" Cade cooed to this person he didn't know. "Do you need a makeover? Omigod! Is that why we're here? To help these poor homeless people who don't even know who Betsey Johnson is is?"

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"Have you been practicing your pout in the mirror?" Gert asked curiously. "It's smexy."

Gert, stop trying to make 'smexy' happen.

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"I've totally been practicing," Cade replied. "And you! You haven't fallen over even once in those shoes! You go, girl!"

How else can you show you're besties if you can't catfight with a smile?

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"Like I've ever fallen over in shoes," Gert giggled, flashing Cade her most passive-aggressive smile. "You're thinking of that time you were drunk and tripped over a sewer grate on the way to the limo, sweetie!"

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"You're right," Maddie deadpanned. "You got me. Totally jealous."

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"I... don't think we have any homeless people here," Maddie said. "And I think I might skip the makeover."

The makeover from Cade. Oh god.

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"I wasn't that drunk," Cade said with a giggle while his eyes (with waaaaaaaaaaay too much mascara on them) glared daggers. "And you pushed me because you thought you'd seen Justin Bieber."

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"Oh, we'd make you so much prettier," Cade assured her. "Is that your real hair color?"

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"Yes," she said, patting her hair sort of protectively.

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"Because most people aren't natural redheads," Cade said. "Or blondes. But I am! I totes am."

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"I bet you are. Not that I need that proven in any way," Maddie said, just because she had no idea what was happening here. "Did you just say 'totes'?"

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Cade nodded, tossing his long, luxurious, totally invisible blonde hair. "Everyone does. I mean, if you're hott."

There was a long, judgmental pause as Cade looked her up and down. "So I can see why you don't."