Girls' Dresses to Madeline's Sweet Seventeen

 Lizzie's Dress

 

Andrea's Dress

 Debra's Dress

 Skye's Dress

Madeline's Dresses

Sweet Seventeen (Chapter 5)

Since Chad was M.I.A., it gave Madeline time to talk with her girlfriends. After a few minutes, they split up. When Skye went her separate way, holding a pink frosted cupcake, she unexpectedly bumped into Chad.
"Oh, hey, Skye, right?" he said.
"Yeah, that's me," she responded.
"Do you know where Madeline is? I want to give her that dance now."
"Uh, I actually have no clue where she is. You should keep walking around."
"Okay."
"But first, let me fix your hair." Skye took her cupcake and slammed it on top of Chad's blond head. He stood in shock as she squished the whole cupcake in his hair, moving her hand in circles. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Okay, alright." She took her hand off, rubbing the frosting and crumbs in-between her fingers. "There you go, you look fantastic."
Chad gaped his mouth. "Ugh! Why did you do that?"
He marched away from Skye with her saying, "Just trying to help."
Once he was yards away from Skye, he was abruptly stopped by Debra who was holding a pink frosted doughnut.
"Hello, Chad," she greeted. "Boy, you look a mess."
"Yeah, one of your friends attacked me," Chad said.
"Ooh, I'm sorry. I know what will make it better."
Debra pulled on the collar of Chad's jacket and stuffed the doughnut inside. He opened his mouth in disgust while Debra pressed the outside of the right side of his jacket to smashed the doughnut.
"Ooh, yeah," she said. "Doesn't that feel better? Namaste, boy."
Debra walked pass the poor boy. He looked into the inside of his jacket to ogle at the crumbled cake and the burst of icing. He took a few steps forward, feeling gross. He couldn't walk any further as Andrea got in front of him with a plastic cup of pink punch.
"Hey, Chad," she greeted. "Ay dios mio, you look disgusting; esta loca. And you peed your pants, too. Look."
She stuck her fingers inside the front of Chad's dress pants and pulled. She poured her whole cup of punch into the space, making Chad shudder and shake in her hands. The punch formed a wet stain around his crotch area, making it seem as if he soiled himself. Andrea patted him on the shoulder before dropping the cup and walking off. He shivered and stood there, looking at his pants' stain, unaware of Lizzie approaching him with a cup of pink frozen yogurt in each hand.
"What's up, Chad?" she greeted. "I didn't tell Maddie."
She stuck the cups, at the same time, on his chest. She pushed down to get as much of the yogurt on his jacket as possible. She twisted and made circles on his jacket, almost covering his whole upper body with the frozen pink treat. Chad shivered at the yogurt roaming around his abdomen. Once Lizzie was finished, she laid the cups upside down on his broad shoulders. She winked right at him before strutting off to the left.
Chad felt like the freezing food froze him like a statue. He shook off the cups as they numbed his shoulders. He wanted to wipe away the mess but he knew that wasn't going to do him justice. He felt everybody's eyes on him. The embarrassment blinded him for a moment until he looked up to see Madeline walking towards him, holding a paper plate of a slice of pink frosted cake.
"Madeline," Chad's heart began to race. "I-- I--"
"Bonne anniversaire," she uttered.
Quickly, she thrust the plate over Chad's face. She twisted and turned it to get every last bit of cake on his gorgeous face. She peeled off the plate to reveal Chad's face as a frosted mess. The icing heavily dripped from over his eyes and mouth. He stood there feeling shocked and humiliated. The whole crowd practically laughed at him.
"Now get out of here," Madeline threw the plate at him, "and take your cherry pie with you."
Chad wiped the cake from his eyes and ran through the backyard out the back door.
"Now who wants cake?" Madeline shouted.
Every guest screamed in agreement.

Madeline changed her showy dress before she joined the girls to speak to each other over a slice of cake while lounging on the couch in the "VIP section". The couch was fit for four people so Debra sat on the arm as she ate her cake.
"At least now I know I'm single," said Madeline after sliding her fork out through her teeth. "How bout you?"
"I'm talking to a special someone," Lizzie responded.
"Same here," Skye agreed.
"I don't even know anymore," said Andrea.
"I'll be a single Pringle with you, Maddie," comforted Debra.
"Do you think Chad will learn his lesson?" asked Lizzie.
"Lizzie, we assaulted him with confections," said Skye. "If he doesn't learn, he needs to be set on fire."
"Did he cry?" Andrea asked.
"I like to think he did," responded Madeline.
"Nobody cheats on the birthday girl," said Debra.
"Darn straight."
"I could never think about Jeffrey cheating on me," Skye confessed. "He seems way too sweet."
"Are you saying that there's something there where cheating is an alternative?" questioned Lizzie.
"Excuse me?"
"You and Jeffrey are in a relationship?"
"Oh, no. No, no. It was just a... thought."
"Because he's your boyfriend."
"Nuh-uh, he's not."
"Word to your mother," Madeline sang along to the song playing in the background.
"Why did you choose this song to be on your playlist?" asked Andrea.
"Because he's Vanilla Ice-Ice, baby!"
"You're so cheesy," commented Skye.
"Hey, I'm the birthday girl and I'll be who I please."
"Hey, can't hold you back," said Lizzie.
"I think I'm gonna ask Sean to dance with me."
"You're considering it?" Skye asked with a scowl.
"Yeah." Madeline stood up.
"Well, if he starts wheezing, ask David for his mom's number so she can bring him his inhaler."

Sweet Seventeen (Chapter 4)

An extra hour into the party, everybody was having fun. People danced, talked and sang, just feeling really grateful. Skye was having a good time as she conversed with her bandmates and her crush.
"Nice print on that tux, man," Skye complimented Kent.
"Why thanks," he said, looking down at his jacket. "I put bleach on it."
"I do the same thing with my jeans," shared David.
"Is that you guys' beauty secret now?" Skye joked.
"Maybe they were born with it," said Jeffrey.
"Maybe it's Maybelline," Kent responded.
The two shared a laugh.
"Is that the brand of eyeliner that you use, Kent?" asked Skye.
Kent leered at Skye but in a friendly way.
"Do you know where Madeline is?" asked Sean.
"Why?" David inquired. "You want to sniff her hair again?"
"Ha, no. And I can't help it that her hair smells like jasmine! No, I just wanted to see if she would like to dance with me."
"Sean, Maddie has a date," Skye reminded.
"I can make her forget about that date."
"How? By vomiting on her shoes?"
Sean paused for a second. "You got a better idea?"
"Here she comes, dude," warned Jeffrey, looking behind himself.
Madeline approached the group with a greeting smile.
"Hello," she said.
The boys' greetings scrambled.
"Hi, Madeline," Sean responded. "You look nice."
Madeline smiled and put her hands on her hips. "Thank you."
"Do you smell good?"
"Do I what?"
"I'm sorry."
"Skye, I'm going to have waiters serve you and the girls cake when we get to cut it. I need to know what size slice do you want, big or small?"
"Big," answered Skye. "I love sugar and don't care about calories."
"Why can't I be like you?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
"I think you look prettier than Skye, Maddie," spilled Sean.
"Aren't you a doll," Skye said sarcastically.
"Can I dance with you later?"
"No hard feelings, Sean," started Madeline, "but I have a date to, you know, do that with."
"Oh, well, that's okay. I'll just stick my fingers in the punch bowl-- I mean drink punch from the punch bowl when you dance with... your date. So, yay."
"Uh-huh," Madeline nervously giggled. She pulled Skye away only by a few feet. "If he sticks his fingers in the punch, I'm telling the guard to literally kick him out," she whispered.
"Oh, he won't do that until he sees you actually drink the punch," confessed Skye.
Madeline stared at her. "Then I don't want punch. I want iced tea. I have some in my basement and I'm going to go get it."
"Whatever makes you happy."
Madeline and Skye went their separate ways as Madeline walked through the crowd, only to get stopped by Lizzie.
"Hey, why are you walking around?" Madeline asked.
"Oh, I just got up to get Warren and I some punch," answered Lizzie. "Is there caffeine in it?"
"No."
"Then I might have to add soda to his drink. Or maybe coffee. Whichever will keep him awake. Or should I give him Nyquil? No, that's when you're sick. Dayquil. Wait..."
"It doesn't matter. Listen, I have some soda in my basement. You can go and give him a can."
"Cool."
"Also, there are some cans of iced tea. Can you get me one?"
"Sure, Mads. It's your birthday."
"Thank you and darn straight."
Lizzie walked off and squeezed through the huge crowd to get on the patio. She entered the house and looked for the basement door which was not hard to find since she has been in the basement before. She walked downstairs as the light was already turned on. She spotted the refrigerator in two seconds and happened to notice a couple necking and embracing right by it.
"Geez, get a room, not a basement," she snickered, walking towards the fridge.
The couple broke apart as the brown-haired girl turned her head around, making Chad's face as clear as daytime.
Lizzie's demeanor definitely changed. "Chad?!"
The girl panicked then ran off upstairs.
"Lizzie, it's not what you think," said Chad, wide-eyed.
"So you weren't kissing a girl that wasn't Madeline?" inquired Lizzie.
"Uh, um..."
"Uh, I believe it's what I think."
"Please, listen, she ambushed me. I don't know who that was."
"So you let her keep ambushing you. Sweetie, when one gets ambushed, they don't stay ambushed. You are a liar."
"Please don't tell Madeline."
"Why?"
"Because I really like her. And I know it is what it looked like but it's her birthday and I don't want to ruin it. Please don't tell her."
Lizzie exhaled through her nose. "Fine, I won't tell her."

"Madeline! Madeline!" Lizzie ran through the crowd, panting and pushing people out of the way.
She found her standing and talking to Lizzie's friend, Warren.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Madeline's attention was caught. "Where's my iced tea?"
"I couldn't get it because I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"Warren, get out of here."
Warren scrunched his forehead but eventually walked away.
"Maddie, Chad is here with a girl," Lizzie spat it out.
Madeline squinted her eyes. "I know; he's with me, silly."
"No, a different girl. She looked like Cindy Crawford and everything."
"Wait, what was he doing with her?"
"I don't know. Sucking her face off!"
"Oh, my goodness."
"I know and he was really sucking her face."
"I thought he liked me."
"I'm sorry, Madeline. I can't believe he cheated on you."
"Well, we weren't officially a couple so I don't think he actually 'cheated' on me."
"Maddie, he's your date. Dates don't suck other girls' faces off when they could suck their date's face."
"It isn't the first time my date cheated on me. But I actually, really liked this one."
"Now I ruined your birthday. I'm so sorry."
"No, you didn't ruin my birthday." Then she snapped her fingers. "I just figured out a way to make it even better."
"What's the way? Dayquil?"
"Okay, do you even know what Dayquil is?"

Sweet Seventeen (Chapter 3)

Several days later, the party occurred over the weekend at night. It was more than an average birthday party; it was the expensive extravaganza that Madeline had always dreamed of. It took place in her backyard which had to be a thousand acres. Pastel colored decorations with glitter and gleam were placed on the walls and fences. Pink and silver confetti was scrambled on the floor and floating in the clean, big pool. The blue tinted water of it reflected the white lights coming from the ornaments hung on the fences. On top of the patio door was a 20 by 40 foot poster of Madeline in four pictures with different poses: one red, one yellow, the other blue and the last one purple. Far across from it was the food table which consisted of foods of a pink color, mostly desserts. In the center was a tall, tiered cake with pink frosting, big enough to feed a dinosaur. The big, black speakers played nothing but Madeline's favorite songs by artists such as Christina Aguilera, Hilary Duff and Justin Timberlake. The guests wore formal clothing that were still fun and expressive. Madeline's best friends sure followed the dress code properly as they arrived to the back fence in outfits of their own individual style. A couple of the girls held boxes covered in colorful wrapping paper. They approached a tall, buff man, seeming to play the part of a security guard.
"Names," he inquired when they stopped.
The girls confessed their names as the man looked at his clipboard.
"Skye."
"Debra."
"Andrea."
"Lizzie. But my real name's Elizabeth. It might say that on there. But if it doesn't, then that's not my name."
The guard looked through all of the pages on the clipboard. "Invitations?"
At the same time, the girls held up their sparkly invitations.
"Alright." The guard opened the door. "You can go in. Also, you're all in the VIP section so enjoy that."
"Thank you," said Lizzie.
The girls entered the backyard through the door.
"I wonder if there's money," said Andrea.
The party was not that crowded even though there were a lot of people. Otherwise, the girls had free space to walk.
"How many people does she know?" asked Skye.
"Too many," Andrea responded.
"I'm going to sit Maddie's gift down somewhere," said Debra.
"Me, too," Lizzie agreed.
The two split from Andrea and Skye to search for the area for gifts. Meanwhile, Skye was ambushed by her friend,  Jeffrey.
She turned around and smiled at him. "Oh, hey!"
"Hi, Skye," he greeted back.
"You got here before I did."
"I had nothing to do today so I got here as early as I could."
"You look good."
"Thanks." Jeffrey played with his tie. "I used duct tape."
"Fashionable."
"I'd ask you to dance but I don't know this song."
Skye chuckled. "Then we could try."
They stopped talking when the lights grew dim. The darkness silenced the rest of the guests. The music also silenced. The patio door opened, exposing a bright light, and discharged loads of smoke, catching everybody's attention. Out the door strutted six muscular men with black dress pants and no shirts, wearing red ties around their necks. Three of them stood on the right side of the platform and the other three stood on the left. The ornaments nearest to the patio only lit up, showing the handsome men. Soon, hip hop music started to play on the speakers. Once that happened, the men started dancing; acts of gyrating and wiggling was part of that choreography.
"Where am I?" asked Skye. "Magic Mike?"
After a good minute of sensual choreography, the men faced each other and stuck out their hands. Through more smoke, Madeline ran out of the house with a microphone. All of the guests applauded her when they stood and posed like a supermodel.
"What's up, everybody?" she screamed into the microphone that amplified her voice. "Welcome to my seventeenth birthday bash!"
Everybody cheered.
"You guys will have so much fun. There's music, cake and me. So everybody do me a favor and have the 'bestest' time that you can, alright?"
The guests hollered like merry animals.
"Also, no grinding."
"Aw," uttered one guest.
Madeline handed the microphone to her father and hugged him. After that, she walked pass everybody, most of them dancing to the new music, to find her far friends. It did not take her long to find them all standing together with Jeffrey.
"Hello, my sisters," she greeted.
"Hi, Madeline," Debra greeted back.
"O.M.G., Maddie, that was amazing," Lizzie commented.
"Yeah, I love how you turned your party into a strip club," said Skye. "That was a real cherry on top."
"They're not strippers," defended Madeline. "They are professional dancers."
"That's secret code for strippers."
Jeffrey chuckled. Madeline pursed her lips and cocked her head. Before she could say anything else, she stopped herself when she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind.
"Hey, babe," Chad greeted.
Madeline smiled. "Hey, you." She turned around and held his hands. "You look yummy today."
"You're the one looking yummy, reminding me of cherry--"
"Stop!" Her eyes became dead serious.
"Sorry."
Her eyes went back to being flirtatious. "So when a slow song comes on, can I count on you to dance with me?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Anything for the birthday girl. Uh, do you mind if I go back to my friends?"
"Not at all. I want you to have the best time as you can."
"Wow, you're so great."
"I know. See you later." Madeline softly pushed him away on his solid chest.
"See you," Chad winked.
When he walked away, Madeline turned around to face her friends.
"Can you say 'love'?" sighed Debra, putting her hands on her chest.
"Can you say 'barf'?" Skye taunted.
"Where's the VIP section?" asked Andrea.
Madeline pointed to her right side. "Oh, it's right there."
Andrea looked at the red couch being protected by red rope.
"Just a chair?" she questioned.
"Not just any chair," said Madeline. "It's a red chair."
"For a rich girl, you sure are cheap."

Sweet Seventeen (Chapter 2)

Two days later, after school, Madeline committed to a plan on how to give out the rest of her invitations. She had an idea, which was to arrive at the desired people's homes on a horse. So her father was able to rent a horse for her to ride but under the supervision of a horseman. Therefore, with the help of her friends and an equestrian, Madeline took a trip down to her friend Chad's house as she sat on top of a white majestic horse. The rest of the guys walked by the horse to correctly direct it.
"No, everything has to be pastel," she spoke into her cellphone, "mostly pink. The only solid colors used should be black and white but not too much of it. Yes and pink foods only, from salmon to strawberry-frosted cupcakes."
"Salmon?" Andrea scrunched her forehead.
"No pizza!"
"Hang on a second," said Lizzie.
Madeline pressed the phone down on her shoulder.
"You don't want pizza at your party?"
"No, I want pink foods."
"How about pizza with only Canadian bacon on it?" suggested Skye.
"Fine." Madeline put the phone back on her ear. "I change my mind; I want pizza now but with Canadian bacon."
"How am I going to eat the pizza if there's meat on it?" asked Debra.
"Try taking the bacon off," Skye proposed.
"And I want music that I only like," Madeline said. "I prefer the music of pop, pop rock and R&B."
"No hip hop?" questioned Andrea.
"I don't like hip hop," Madeline whispered to Andrea.
"But you like Iggy Azalea and she does hip hop."
"Fine." She spoke into the phone, "Add pop rap to that."
"What the frick is pop rap?"
"It's hip hop," Madeline said to Andrea.
"You didn't say 'hip hop'."
"I don't want the speakers playing 2Chainz."
"Oh, is 2Chainz the guy who did the 'Started from the Bottom' song?" asked Lizzie.
Andrea stared at Lizzie. "Never mind. Play your pop rap."
Madeline went back to the phone. "That's the kind of music I want. I don't mind what years but nothing pass Aretha Franklin."
"You're gonna play Aretha Franklin at your party?"
"Is Aretha Franklin the woman that invented the hot comb?" asked Lizzie.
"Shut up, Lizzie."
"That's all I want," continued Madeline. "I'll call you back when I have more concerns which will probably be in the next ten minutes." She hung up her phone and stuck it in her jeans' pocket.
"Make sure to keep your hands on the reins," instructed the equestrian.
"Yeah, I know." Madeline gripped onto the reins coming from the horse's head.
"Will there be goodie bags?" asked Lizzie.
"Of course. The party is going to be a goodie so why not have bags?"
"What's going to be in the bags?" asked Debra.
"Cash? Expensive jewelry?" Andrea guessed.
"I was thinking more like little toys," admitted Madeline, "but I can always make some changes."
"'You can always' as in 'you will'?"
The equestrian directed the horse into the sidewalk leading to a house. The girls helped the horse walk only on that sidewalk.
Madeline took out the glittery envelope that was tucked in her jeans. "Ooh, we're here! Chad is going to freak!"
"Hands on the reins," reminded the equestrian.
"The horse is stopping."
The girls got the white horse to make a halt a couple of feet away from the house door.
"Ring the doorbell," Madeline ordered the equestrian.
He leered at Madeline before pressing the doorbell to make it ring. After several seconds, the door opened with Chad exposing himself. The equestrian took out a kazoo from his pocket and blew into it.
"Huzzah, all hail Madame Maddie," he said in deadpan.
"Say it like you mean it," Madeline quietly commanded.
"Huzzah, all hail Madame Maddie!" the equestrian said more jovial but in a feign manner.
Chad smiled. "What is all this?"
Madeline held her envelope. "I'm inviting you to my birthday extravaganza. Since I'm a madame, will you be my monsieur?"
"Sure!"
"Fantastic." She handed him the envelope. "Wear something striking."
"You're incredible."
"When am I not?"
"Since you came all the way here on a horse with a jester, I don't know if I should leave."
"Oh, you can leave. I want this to be burned on your memory like a dream."
"Alright. See you at the party."
"See you in a suit."
Chad winked at the grinning Madeline before going back into his house and closing the door.
"Time to get the horse to turn around," said Skye, softly patting the white horse on its side. "Since there are fifty blocks to go."
"I am not a jester," said the equestrian.

Sweet Seventeen (Chapter 1)

On a special sunny school day, lunchtime had started and the girls were brought together at the cafeteria. Madeline was the last to enter as she strutted in with several decorated envelopes in her hands. She flung them down on the table and sat down.
"Bam!" she uttered. "Anyone wanna guess what these are?"
"Acceptance letters?" guessed Lizzie. "Ah, you've been accepted into Yale? Congratulations!"
"I was not accepted into Yale."
"Harvard?"
"No."
"Princeton?"
"No."
"Any smart school?"
"I haven't been accepted into anything... yet."
"Obviously," said Skye. "What acceptance letter is sent in an envelope of craft store glitter?"
"These are invitations to my birthday party for next week."
"Oh, coolio!" Debra remarked, taking one of the envelopes.
The rest of the girls took an envelope.
"Are we the first to receive these?" asked Andrea.
"Of course," answered Madeline. "You guys are my best friends."
"We better be."
Lizzie ripped open the envelope, making glitter rain in the air. She took out a card that was also pasted with glitter. "Ooh, your invitations are sparkly, too."
"I keep forgetting how much you love glitter," said Skye, rubbing the glitter that was in-between her fingers.
"I'm so excited to have this party," grinned Madeline. "It's going to be bigger than my last party."
"Why? You're turning seventeen which isn't a big of a deal as turning sixteen."
"I know but the party I had wasn't the party I wanted. This time, my parents are letting me plan the whole thing exactly how I want it."
"Man, I wish I had rich parents," Andrea desired. "Maybe I would love them a bit more."
"Who are you going to invite?" asked Debra.
"Everyone that I'm comfortable being around," Madeline replied. "So I'll invite Samantha, Chrissy-- I can even invite all of your crushes."
"Well, I know Skye's crush can also be called her boyfriend," said Andrea.
Skye scoffed. "He is not my boyfriend. Yet."
"Ooh, D.T.R., Skye," smiled Lizzie.
Skye smiled while rolling her eyes.
"I'm also going to invite Chad as my date," Madeline added.
"On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like Chad?" asked Lizzie.
"Eleven."
"Ooh, off the scale. That's almost illegal."
"When are you going to have 'the talk' with him?" asked Andrea.
"Can you say something else other than 'the talk'," questioned Madeline, "because I don't like how that sounds. Uh, nonetheless, I don't think I have to. He knows what I want and I think I know what he wants."
"So instead of calling him Chad, we'll just call him 'Maddie's boyfriend'," proposed Debra.
"Now I wouldn't go that far. But please do so he can feel pressured to call me his girlfriend."
"That's manipulative," said Skye.
"So?"
"I didn't say that's not good."