Fake Spring Break

Fake Spring Break

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Abby and Hayley, two plain Jane's are jetting of two Cancun for spring break. Except when they land, gone will be plain Hayley and plain Abby, because they are taking on a complete personality change for a college experiment.

Summary

Abby and Hayley, two plain Jane's are jetting of two Cancun for spring break. Except when they land, gone will be plain Hayley and plain Abby, because they are taking on a complete personality change for a college experiment.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Spring Break

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Abby and Hayley, two plain Jane's are jetting of two Cancun for spring break. Except when they land, gone will be plain Hayley and plain Abby, because they are taking on a complete personality change for a college experiment.

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Submitted: March 10, 2015

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“This is a very bad idea.” I said for the umpteenth time that hour. “We can’t do this; we should just go home right now and pretend this never happened.” 

“Really, go home, right now?” Hayley asked, at my answering nod she shook her head. “Look around you Abs, we’re already on the damn plane, I think it’s a little late to turn back now, don’t you?” I didn’t miss the frustration colouring her tone, yet I couldn’t bring myself to care. How could I? After all I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be home, watching TV or reading, not on a plane that was mere moments away from jetting off to Cancun, so that me, Hayley and the majority of the plane’s occupants and probably even the pilots, could enjoy the Spring Break of a lifetime.

After months of badgering, Hayley had somehow convinced me that spending spring break abroad in a party destination, would be a good idea, and every second of every hour of every day since confirming that I’d join her, I’d regretted it. Girls like me and Hayley didn’t do spring break, at least not in the ritual way that most college kids did. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to break free from the normality of her life, though. We were in our final year at college after all, in less than a years’ time we’d be branching out into the big wide world, discovering ourselves and heading down paths that ultimately would eventually separate us.

Hayley had produced a strong argument when trying to convince me to go on this two week long adventure of sorts. To put it lightly we were nerds, dorks, the unnoticeable in a room of ten let a lot a sea of college students. It was extremely unlikely that we’d ever be recognised, especially considering our acquaintances were, if possible, dorkier than us and had opted to travel home for spring break, where they’d continue on with their studies and visit with their families. A wave of envy washed over me; the urge to flee from the situation was strong. Despite my hesitancy Hayley knew how to wear me down and get me to give in, she knew, that if she turned the trip into something to do with college, I’d cave. So when Hayley, an aspiring theatre actress decided she wanted to head out to Cancun, where she’d take on a different personality for the course of the trip, all in an effort to not only help boost her final grade but to also gain experience in acting outside the walls of our dorm or classroom, I’d become putty in her hands. Apparently her college professor prided students who thought outside of the box. My interjection that sleeping with the man was more likely to boost her grade, and then we wouldn’t have to take a crazy trip across seas – hadn’t gone down well, clearly, because here we were, with the seatbelt sign lit up and the planes Captain asking everyone to take their seats and proceed to turn off their electrical goods.

“There’s no turning back now, Abby. If I’m honest there was no turning back when we stepped out of that salon yesterday, can you imagine what your mom would say if you showed up at her door looking like you do now?” point well made, my mother would probably faint, and my poor father would likely have a heart attack if he saw his baby girl, his baby church going daughter, with a full face of makeup and sporting perfectly waxed eyebrows. My usual dull shoulder length ash brown hair now fell to my waist in luscious silky waves thanks to the hair extensions the hairdresser had weaved in with my own. If they didn’t collapse upon first glance of my face then they certainly would once seeing the clothes Hayley had persuaded me to don this morning. Or rather the lack of clothing that Hayley had persuaded me to wear this morning. She’d offered me a multiple choice of outfits but I settled for a summer themed playsuit that ultimately consisted of shorts and a top, yet you couldn’t take one off without the other. The shorts fell to mid-thigh, leaving my legs exposed, but thankfully my chest and stomach remained covered. For shoes I’d point blank refused to wear heals, knowing I could barely walk a few feet in flats without tripping over, and falling from my five foot five height was bad enough so there was no way I’d add any extra height just to accentuate the length of my legs. Besides according to Hayley, beaches were where we’d be spending most of our time, so what need would I have for a pair of ankle breaking stilettos anyhow? Instead I’d donned a pair of simple cream coloured sandals. She however hadn’t headed my advice, and now sat in heels, and a form fitting dress that accented and clung to breasts I honestly had never believed she had. Always the type to wear baggy clothes, Hayley was barely recognisable in her new attire, especially without her glasses she’d traded in for a set of contact lenses.

“Remind me again why I’ve been dolled up and dressed in these clothes, when you’re the one undergoing a personality change for two weeks.”

She huffed in exasperation. “Because my dear Abby, no offence, but the character I will be playing would hardly have anything to with the person you were two days ago. She is Darcy, an English Lit student at Boston University, who’s travelling to gain inspiration for a big novel she’s writing. She is an only child to a wealthy banker, George and his beautiful wife Kathrine. And once these two weeks are over she’ll be flying out to join them for a luxury cruise around Europe. Now would you like me to create a life and name for your character or would you like to do it.”

“Why can’t I just be me, but still dress like this? I’m studying media and film; it’s not as if I’m a math geek. Darcy could be friends with me.”

“Abs, it’s not like that. You have to remove you and create someone knew, someone who would spontaneously jump on a plane and fly out to Cancun for Spring break. Abby wouldn’t do that; choose something so far from the truth that you won’t even think about your real life for the next two weeks. Besides, if you meet someone while in character it won’t get personal.”

“Meeting someone? Hayley I’m not on this trip to hook up, the kind of guys who fly out to Cancun in the hopes of getting laid every night by a different girl aren’t the type of guys I picture myself with.”

“You might not.” She shrugged. “But they are certainly Bailey’s type.”

“Who the heck is Bailey?”

“You are. Bailey Stage, of Boston University, you’re also an English Major but your dream is to teach. You grew up on a farm and were raised by your grandparents who are now retired and supporting both you and your twin brother Carl as you go through college.”

“Where do you get this stuff from?” I gaped at her, shocked at how easy she found lying–or acting as she called it.

“I’m an actress,” she said non-chalantly, “it’s practically part of the job to be able to think on my feet.

“I have this very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like something bad is going to happen. Nothing good comes out of lying, Hayley.”

“We’re not lying Abs, just please do this for me. You know how badly I need this for class.”

“Can I, just one last time, suggest alternative methods of boosting your grade, one perhaps a little less dramatic?”

“The more dramatic the better, Abs.”

Turning my head I practically glared at the airport as the plane started to roll down the runway. This is it, in roughly four hours I’ll be landing in Cancun, gone will be Abby the shy and reserved girl, and born will be Bailey stage.

“Shit.” I spoke both aloud and mentally. Beside me Hayley giggled and settled back into her chair.

“Shit indeed, my friend.” 


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