The Proud, the Prejudiced and Nicole : Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen!
written by Rachel and Maddie
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Nicole woke up. She stretched out like a cat, and lazily looked up at the ceiling. Except... it wasn't her ceiling. It was black and there was an expensive chandelier hanging from it. She quickly sat up in bed, and looked around her. Her room had transformed in one of the most beautiful, spacious apartments she had ever seen, with expensive designer furniture, and she was lying in a kingsize bed with soft pink silken sheets.
"What has happened?" Nicole wondered, and she went into the bathroom to look into the mirror.
Suddenly the buzzer at the front door made a noise, and Nicole went to the speaker.
"Who is there?" she asked.
"It's Maddie." a voice said, in a funny European accent.
"Yeah, open the door! I dented a guy's car, and I think he's coming after me!"
Nicole opened the door, and a girl of about eighteen year stepped in the hall. She looked vaguely familiar to Nicole, even though she had never met her before. She was wearing loose grey trousers and a thight black short-sleeved shirt. Her reddish brown hair was loosely pinned up and dark sunglasses kept it from falling over her forehead. She was tapping her foot impatiently while Nicole stared at her in wonder.
"Well, how long do I have to wait?" she laughed, "We have a big day ahead of us."
Nicole roused from her reverie, and ran to the bathroom, where she freshened up and applied some make-up. The clothes in the wardrobe weren't hers, but she picked out a stylish black dress and fitting shoes.
She followed Maddie to the street, where the two of them got into Maddie's convertible, and drove off.
"I thought you didn't have your license yet?" Nicole asked.
"I don't." Maddie replied. "But strangely enough, I can still drive. This is our dreamworld, Nicole, we can do whatever we want to. It's a very special day for you, where do you want to go?"
"Hmmmm.... I think I'd like to go the Pothole, to see what's going on there."
"The Pothole doesn't open until six, and we've got a lunch date with Emma Woodhouse and George Knightley at twelve, so we have two hours left. I was thinking we could stop at Chamberlayne's for make overs. I want the whole works : hair, facials, make up, manicure, pedicure, ...I don't want to disgrace myself being in America for the first time."
"Okay!" Nicole smiled, and Maddie turned the car round. Five minutes later they arrived at LA's most prestigious beauty parlour, Chamberlayne's Salon. The girls looked round for a while, in search of Chamberlayne's most important client, John Willoughby. However, he was nowhere to be seen. He must still be in New York.
One hour later, the girls left the beauty parlour, completely transformed. Maddie had let herself be convinced to have a new coupe, and a red colour rinse, while Nicole had chosen the hair extensions and was now proudly prancing around with shoulder length curls that became her very well.
At noon the two of them met George Knightley and Emma Woodhouse, who were both very kind. Maddie couldn't manage to eat a thing, because of the presence of Mr. Knightley, and Nicole was hopping in her seat with excitement, thinking about the upcoming trip, and the evening at the Pothole. Mr. Knightley, vice-president at Eliot Productions, had connections everywhere in TV land and had kindly offered to take them on a tour of hiLA's studios.
Nicole was very excited upon first seeing the set of the most famous hiLA programs. "Oh, it's almost exactly as I had imagined it!" she shouted happily. She received a weird look from Emma upon saying this.
"It IS how you imagined it, dear. You thought this all up, remember?"
Nicole was astonished. "Oh yes, you are right... I did think of it. In that case, I'll lead the way." She giggled. "I know it better than anyone, I suppose."
The three others followed her through two long corridors, and into an elevator. Nicole opened a green door, and suddenly they found themselves. Most of them were very impressed to be on the set of the most succesful talk show of the moment, except Emma, who had been there two days before to promote her new movie. Maddie and Nicole started talking excitedly but were instantly hushed by a camera man. He explained that Miss Bingham was very sensitive about noises on the set, even if she wasn't shooting.
Suddenly Carrie noticed the bustle behind the camera, and shouted: "Intruders, what are you doing here? Security! Fossett, get those people of my set!"
"That girl has some bloody nerve." Maddie whispered to Nicole. "We created her, and now she's kicking us off our set. I mean, she should be nice, at least to you. It was your idea to give her a talk show, I wanted her to stay an unsuccesful drama queen."
Fossett, a huge refridgerator-shaped guy with a square head, got up from his seat, and was in the process of dragging the two girls off the set, when Mr. Knightley cried out: "Miss Bingham, you don't understand! This is Maddie and Nicole!"
"Oh, that's an entirely different case. Fossett, drop them." Fossett did so accordingly, and the two girls dropped to the floor like two sacks of patatoes.
"Come here, girls." Carrie said commandingly. "I want to see you."
The girls got up and whiped the dirt from their bums. They hesitantly walked towards Carrie, who was sitting in her talk show host chair like Queen Elizabeth I on her throne. "So you are Nicole and Maddie... I am very pleased to meet you at last. I want to invite you to stay here for the show today. The musical guest is the Brian Setzer Orchestra."
Four hours later the girls left the set. "Oh, this entire day has been so perfect!" Nicole said. "Do you think it can get any better, Maddie?"
"It can." Maddie
said. "Follow me.
,Five minutes later they hopped out of Maddie's convertible, and slammed the doors behind them. Nicole looked out at the desolate, dark field before them, and gave Maddie a look.
"What are we doing here, in an empty field? Where are we, Maddie?"
"Hold on, Nicole, you'll see," she said, pulling a long, pink silk scarf out of her hand bag, and tied it around Nicole's eyes. She then violently spun her around to distort her sense of direction, and started to lead her towards their destination. They made 101 steps (Nicole, for amusement, was counting the distance,) and then . . . began to descend? for about 17 steps, then Maddie pulled her to a stop.
She whispered in Nicole's ear, "Do you know where we are?"
"No . . . do you?" she asked in reply.
"Perhaps . . ." said Maddie as she began to take off the blindfold. Nicole laughed slightly.
"That's a relief, I suppose . . ." she replied.
"Now keep your eyes closed!" Maddie entreated.
With a sigh, Nicole dutifully covered her eyes. "But it's dark in this hole!"
now!" cried a voice that seemed strangely familiar, and the lights came
lovely!" muttered a voice next to her. "The Shirley Temple is
a favorite of mine as well."
. . . that Bow of yours . . ." replied Stephen, courteously (and
gracefully) bowing to the other man in reply.
Affter enjoying some excellent chicken with fresh vegetables, (and also after enjoying the sight of her brother Phillipe dancing with Maddie; a match she might have to consult Emma Woodhouse about,) she followed the group of five to the movie theatre, and snuck in after them.
She observed as they walked down the aisle, considering where they would sit, and as they began to fight about who would sit next to who, Nicole tactfully walked up.
"Err . . . I hate to intrude, but I have a suggestion . . . "
They all turned around, and Marie and Rachel were enthusiastic in their greetings. "Nicole!" they both cried. "Happy birthday!"
"Hi, thanks . . . but how about this? First goes Stephen, then Rachel, then Alessandro, then Marie, then Tim, and finally . . . me, for I can help Tim carry the popcorn!"
Of course Rachel, Marie, Alessandro, and Nicole were all satisfied with this arrangement, so Rachel shoved Stephen in, and they all sat down to watch Life of Brian Wilbur. As the theatre darkened, Rachel elbowed Alessandro, who elbowed Marie, who thoughtfully stroked Tim's arm and pointed at the floor; dutifully, he passed the popcorn. After a few minutes, Rachel reached out for her drink, and found nothing thus, she was forced to run her hands through Alessandro's hair, who turned to run his fingers along the back of Marie's neck, who then caressed Tim's cheek in order to catch his attention. Helpfully, she pointed back down at the floor, and he again passed the sodas. Nicole, jealous that everyone else got to stroke someone, leaned her head against Tim's shoulder and sighed deeply as he obligingly put his right arm around her. She was never so happy, and was able to enjoy the movie very much, although she really didn't pay attention.
I've never been to Paris, France I've never learned how to ballroom dance But she's still givin' me the chance How lucky can one guy be?Darcy put his hand on her waist, and she put her arm on his shoulder as he took her free hand in his, and began to lead her about the floor in a very nice shuffle-step.
As the dance ended, Darcy raised the hand that was in his to his lips, and gently kissed it. "Happy birthday, Nicole," he said in his sultry voice, and bowed. Nicole could only grin in reply, and felt as if she were floating as she walked off the dance floor. Could it get any better? she asked herself.
Suddenly, she saw a woman in front of her; a woman with dark hair wearing a red dress.
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet!" Nicole muttered.
"Indeed . . . I saw you dancing out there . . ."
Nicole looked alarmed. "Oh! Worry not, I am not interested in Darcy."
Elizabeth smiled at her, amused. "Is this an invitation to be teased? After all, though he is not perfect, he is very perfect-looking, and he seemed to be interested enough in you to make up for your disinterest."
Elizabeth looked somewhat stricken. "I am sorry; I did not mean to offend you."
Nicole softened. "I know, and I am sorry that I was so harsh, but I do not like to be teased."
Elizabeth smiled. "Then I shall do it no more perhaps we should tease Mr. Darcy together?" Nicole laughed. "I am sure that I should be delighted," and so, the two spent the evening plaguing Mr. Darcy's heart out in the most pleasant manner. It was a severe disappointment when Maddie came, and nodded significantly at the door to Nicole. It was time to go home.
"Aww, and I was really having fun! How cruel you are to me! Have some compassion on my poor nerves!"
Maddie laughed. "And have some on mine, please, and complain no more. I assure you, I wish that we could stay, but we must go home."
"Darn!" was all that Nicole could find to say, and so, she reluctantly stepped into the car, and the two drove off in the moonlight.
The End and a Sweet Sixteen to you, Nicole!