Joselyn walked beside Amanda, mimicking her walk. Amanda turned to her.

“Joselyn! Joselyn! Joselyn! tsk tsk tsk! Face it, you’ll never be able to walk like me!” Amanda stated, flipping her hair out of her face.

Joselyn sighed.

“I know!” she whined “Why do I have to be so fat?”

Amanda spun around.

“Pork chops!” she exclaimed, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the pudgy girl.

“What?”

“You’ve got to stop eating pork chops! That is, if you EVER want to look like me” Amanda laughed.

Joselyn looked down.

“That’s my dream,” she said, kicking a bottle top, “To someday look like you”

Amanda sighed.

“Joselyn, has anyone ever told you to set realistic goals?” she pouted “I mean, come on! I don’t think ‘someday’ will ever come” Amanda laughed bitterly.

“Oww!” Amanda suddenly exclaimed as someone crashed into her.

“Oh, sorry!” A voice said, getting up.

“Sorry? Is that all you can say, clutz?!” Amanda shouted at the culprit
“You’re a menace to society rolling around on those stupid skates, knocking helpless models down and breaking their heels that the just got on sale!”

The boy was silent.

“See? You broke my heel!” Amanda accused him.

“Sorry,” the boy said again “Sometimes, I just accidently fall asleep while I’m blading”

Amanda just glared at him.
Then for the first time, she realised who he was. She stood there in shock, staring at him, completely unaware of Joselyn’s whereabouts.
Amanda soon came to her senses.

“You’re that stupid girly boy from that band, aren’t you?” she asked in an accusing tone.

The boy nodded.

“Uh - huh....”

“You know, you really need a haircut,” Amanda advised.

“Uh...maybe...” the boy stuttered “It does get annoying when my sister does it in pigtails sometimes...”

Amanda was disgusted.

“Why are you staring at me like that for?” Amanda asked “You a lesbian or something?”

“Haven’t decided yet actually...” the boy said lightly.

“You’re disgusting!” Amanda told him “You have absoloutly no sense of gender! Come on Joselyn, let’s get away from this moron!”

And with that, Amanda grabbed Joselyn and briskly walked away. Leaving Taylor standing there gazing dreamily after her.

* * *

“Amanda!!!” Joselyn cried “Did you know who that was?”

“Of course!” Amanda replied matter-of-factly.

Joselyn went into 'praise' mode “Taylor Hanson is one of the most dreamed about, lusted after guys around! ...And, he’s famous too!” She gushed.

“Oh puh-leese!” Amanda snorted “He is not!”

“Oh yes he is! He’s a teen heartrob worldwide!” Joselyn proclaimed.

Amanda turned to her, surprised.

“Really? You serious?” she questioned.

Joselyn nodded.

“Yep! And you were insulting towards him”

“He broke my heel...!” Amanda whined, gesturing down at her shoe.

“Whatever..” Joselyn comprimised “It was your mistake”

“Ohh! But he was staring at me! I told you I was irresistable..” Amanda bragged in a tone that meant ‘praise me if you want to live’.

“Oh, of course!” Joselyn admired.

Amanda flashed a smile to no one in particular, stopping in the middle of the street to admire her reflection in a shop window.

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