[Clique #14] A Tale of Two Pretties by Lisi Harrison

Author:Lisi Harrison [Harrison, Lisi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Chick Lit, Fiction, Friendship, Girls, Lifestyles, Peer Pressure, Realistic, School & Education, Social Issues, Social Themes, Young Adult
ISBN: 9780316132695
Google: GVE7AQAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0316084425
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2011-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION

IN OUT

Sale-ing for New Year’s Sailing for New Year’s

American Apparel American Express

The Simple Life The Life

THE FISHER HOUSE

THE GARAGE

Tuesday, December 28th

6:32 P.M.

“Layne, we told you. We’re not wearing those,” Harris said, tapping his drumstick with every syllable.

“No way, no how,” Derrington added.

“What’s wrong with them?” Layne asked incredulously. She pointed to Claire. “You like them, right?”

Claire surveyed Layne’s outfit. It had been hard not to notice it when she arrived at the Fishers’ garage for another band practice, but it was only now, under the bright lights that Cam had set up to make the garage seem more stadium-like, that she could see the intricacies that made it, as Massie would say, Layme. A silver-and-blue unitard with gloves ran the length of her arms with a matching headband. She’d painted silver streaks on her cheekbones and was sporting silver lipstick. Avatar-u serious?

“Well,” Claire started to say. “I think they’re really orig—” But her eyes quickly moved to Cam, who was making a “cut it out” sign with his hands. “They’re… well, you know me, Layne. I still wear flared jeans, so what do I know?”

“I just don’t understand why you guys insist on wearing regular street clothes,” Layne protested. Her breath echoed into the microphone as she glared at the band. “We have Lady Gaga and Katy Perry to compete with!”

“Who?” Derrington asked.

Claire giggled.

“No costumes,” Harris said. “And that’s final.”

“Boys!” Mrs. Fisher opened the door that led to the house. She was pretty for a mom, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a warm smile. It was obvious where the boys got their looks. “Come say goodbye to your grandparents.”

Harris stood up from his drum set.

“Be right back,” Cam said to Claire. “Grandma always sneaks me a twenty when Mom’s not looking.”

“Anyone want some chips?” Derrington asked, trailing behind them.

Claire shook her head no, grateful for the alone time with Layne.

“I seriously can’t believe we’re going to be neighbors.” Layne said, joining Claire on the old brown corduroy couch facing the band. “I rewired my walkie-talkies so your house is in range and clocked the bike ride between our places. Nineteen seconds if you take the left side and sixteen if you take the right. The curve near the Adelmans’ adds time but the sidewalk on that side has fewer nicks so it’s kind of a win-win.” She dug out a Slim Jim from somewhere within the depths of her costume and began chewing loudly. Claire swapped her one for a Swedish Fish, and they munched, happily imagining the possibilities.

“We should make sure to have copies of each other’s house keys, too,” Layne continued. Bursts of crumbs flew out of her mouth and landed on the unitard, smearing orange powder over the stretchy silver fabric. “That way we can borrow each other’s clothes all the time. And we can probably build some sort of secret underground passage from my bedroom window to yours. We can smuggle homework answers back and forth!”

Claire tried to picture borrowing from Layne’s closet.

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