Descendants: A Jay Love Story

Magical Makeovers

"Nice hair, by the way," Erin added. Jane's hair was no longer styled like a bob. It was longer and curled very nicely, and finished with her signature bow. Erin assumed it was extensions and the work of a curling iron. But her hair definitely wasn't like that this morning. Maybe she had a hair appointment, Erin thought.

"Thanks," Jane replied, but the disappointment was evident in her tone. "It's my mom. She doesn't understand me. She said, 'If a boy can't see the beauty within, then he's not worth it.' Can you believe it? What world does she live in?"

"Auradon," Mal deadpanned. Erin couldn't help but agree. 'Beauty within' was kind of the unspoken mantra around here. Jane groaned and collapsed dramatically on Evie's bed next to Erin. The redhead brushed some hair out of Jane's face before rubbing her arm comfortingly.

Evie, who had been sewing, held up her newest creation proudly for everyone to see. "Mal, do you like?"

Mal glanced up. "Yeah. It's cute. It brings out your eyes," she replied while still focusing on her sketch.

"I know," Evie stated proudly. "But there's something wrong with this machine. It keeps making a weird clicking noise."

Taylor perked up. "Oh, I can fix that!" She exclaimed, pulling a bobby pin from her golden blonde hair. "You'd be amazed by how much a little bobby pin could accomplish," Taylor stated happily after seeing the weird looks everyone was giving her.

As Taylor got to work on the sewing machine, Erin stated, "Taylor can fix and build anything. One time, our fan broke, the rutter kept falling down into the cage. Taylor fixed it like that." Erin snapped her fingers as she finished, emphasizing her point.

"Again, bobby pin. And some string," Taylor added. "I'm almost done. And.... There! You're all set, Evie."

The bluette squealed and clapped, thanking Taylor profusely. "That clicking noise shouldn't be a problem anymore. But if it starts up again, let me know and I'll take a closer look."

"How would you do that?" Evie asked curiously.

"By shrinking down to my fairy size."

Mal's head perked up. "You can do that?"

"Yup. All it takes is a little faith, trust, and..."

"Pixie dust," everyone finished together before breaking out into giggles, or in Mal's case a small chuckle.

After the giggles ceased, an easy silence filled the room. But it was quickly broken when Jane brought the conversation back to her, whining, "I'll never get a boyfriend."

"Boyfriends are overrated," Mal interjected as she continued to draw.

"And how would you know, Mal? You've never had one," Evie retorted.

"'Cause I don't need one, E," Mal fired back. "They're a waste of time," she said to the group.

Evie suddenly gasped. "I forgot to do Chad's homework! Oh, no!" She exclaimed while running to presumably Chad's bag before carrying it back to her desk. "Oh, no, no, no."

"And that is exactly what I mean," Mal added, using Evie to prove her point. Evie sent Mal a small glare but started Chad's homework anyway. Taylor and Erin shared a look, knowing Chad was only using the poor girl. But they also knew that Evie had to figure that out for herself.

"Speaking of boyfriends," Taylor started, perking up tremendously, "Erin, how was your date?"

Erin's brows furrowed. "Date? What date?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb," Taylor replied, pointing a stern finger in Erin's direction.

The redhead held her hands up in surrender. "I'm not playing dumb."