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its_theclimb) wrote2012-04-10 02:45 pm
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A Shopping Strip on Rodeo Drive, Los Angeles, CA
So lately, Miley had been... a little grouchy. Or, well, very grouchy. Something about getting rejected from her top-choice university just because she had a secret identity that made it a little difficult to do things like after-school clubs and community service.
Regardless, though, there was always one thing that made her feel better when she was grouchy, and that thing was shopping.
So here she was, sunglasses on and Hannah Montana-worthy designer clothes in shopping bags in each hand, and she turned to Juliet. "Best idea ever," she declared. "I mean, come on. It's impossible to dwell on you-know-what when I have new shoes this cute."
[[for one, and NFB for distance!]]
Regardless, though, there was always one thing that made her feel better when she was grouchy, and that thing was shopping.
So here she was, sunglasses on and Hannah Montana-worthy designer clothes in shopping bags in each hand, and she turned to Juliet. "Best idea ever," she declared. "I mean, come on. It's impossible to dwell on you-know-what when I have new shoes this cute."
[[for one, and NFB for distance!]]
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Not that Juliet needed lingerie for anyone else's eyes, but it was good to have just in case.
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Somewhere, Dave perked up and he mistakenly attributed it to coffee. But he'd be wroooong.
"Oh! And the best part?" she added cheerfully as she started for the store in question. "No reporters." Miley, why would you jinx yourself like that? Why?
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Her hair looked fine; maybe a little staticky, that was all.
She pushed open the door to the boutique, nodded to the cashier, and began poking through a rack of neon-colored bras. "Are these cute, or a little too much?"
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Of course she did.
In the meantime, she turned her attention to the fragrance counter, spritzing one of the perfumes on her wrist. "What do you think?" she asked, holding her arm out in Juliet's direction.
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"They'd look totally good with your complexion," Miley confirmed after a moment of hemming and hawing. Because this was what friends did. Or something. After impulse-grabbing a cute pair of pajamas off a nearby rack, she gestured toward the back of the store. "Dressing room?"
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And that was when the door chimed and she saw a woman with an oversized camera around her neck entering the store. Paparazzi, no doubt.
And here Miley was, looking very brunette and shopping at an expensive store and wearing clothes that Hannah Montana wouldn't look out of place in.
"Oh no," Miley said. "Dangflabbit, oh no, oh no..."
Meanwhile, the clerk didn't seem to be having much luck with the second changing room door, so Miley -- in a fit of desparation -- darted into Juliet's and tugged her in after her.
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"WHAT THE HELL GET OUT OH MY GOD, DO YOU KNOCK?"
Sorry, Miles.
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Although -- "Wow, that was a really quick change."
Well, it was. But wait, not the point.
"There's paparazzi outside!" she hissed. "They'll see me all brunette and my changing room's not open and what if they see me?"
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Juliet realized that was not the point.
"You know they are totally going to think we're making out in here or something," she protested. "... wait, would that be good for your image?"
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Beat.
"There's no chance that color comes from a... really fast-acting spray bottle, is there?" she asked hopefully with a nod to Juliet's hair.
MILEY. RUDE.
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She squinted at Miley, sighed. "Would the clerk shoo them if went out and I asked?"
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"Maaaybe," Miley said hesitantly, biting her lip. "You wouldn't mind?"
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As she went to talk to the clerk -- who was not especially helpful -- the cameras began to click.
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And then she heard the cameras clicking and thought of how Juliet must be suffering, so she was quick to throw the wig on over her head and hurry out after her.
"Hey, y'all," she greeted the photographers, giving a little half-wave and sounding considerably less enthusiastic than usual. A hush fell over the room. Yes, her presence was magic like that. "Listen, how about you take a few quick shots of me and my friend Juliet here and then you get out of our way, 'kay?"
Yeah, this was not the trip she'd had planned, like, at all. She glanced at Juliet, trying to discern if the other girl was mad.
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But from the way she was carefully spelling out her name and explaining she was an actress from New York? No, not that mad. Juliet always figured someday the cameras would discover her; why not today?