A stroke here, dabs there, and a little blue here wouldn't look bad.
My hands hurt from the constant stroking. I know what you're thinking, painter…. She's totally a painter. Well your wrong, makeup is my tool not paint. I work in cosmetics, only cosmetics.
"Done" I sigh stepping back to look at my work. I smile, the blue and purple eye shadow complimented the nude lipstick, and her light skin corresponded with her purposely faint pink cheeks.
"Go knock him dead, Haruhi" I add gathering my stuff and shoving it into my small brief case.
"Hey, it's just my first date." Haruhi says getting up and straightening out her knee-length purple ruffled dress. She flips her long brown hair behind her, her nonchalant attitude always surprised me.
"I know, but most girls would be giggling and super nervous" I cough, she glares at me. My sheepish grin isn't helping my case.
"Well, off you go" I push her out the door and quickly slam it "I'll make dinner for Ranka" I add, I practically heard Haruhi face palm. I smirk, the only thing Ranka and I do was talk about makeup and give each other make overs and of course I suck at cooking, that's why I'm on a ramen noodle only diet.
So there I am looking lonely and pathetic when the radio magically turns on, I perk up
"Scouting new talent, Cosmetics contest on March 17 in Okinawa. Come sign up in Bunkyo, japan." The radio turns off again. 'Cosmetics contest, hmp, maybe I should join' I think when manly woman or a feminine man bursts through the door and yells
"Haruhi, don't go" His arms spread out wide and tears in his eyes. After a few minutes he calms down, and finally notices me
"Oh, Alice…..you look swell" he lies. I mean what's so swell about messy light green hair in a bun and a tank top with sweat pants.
"uh…um….thanks" I'm at loss for words. My mind was on how the Radio just randomly turned on, It's defiantly ghosts. I look at Ranka
"How about a makeover" I suggest "to get your mind off Haruhi"
"ALICE, you always have the perfect thing to say" Ranka shouts twirling around.
I set up all my supplies, while Ranka makes some Ramen noodles.
"If that guy thinks he can lay a finger on Haruhi, he will DIE " Ranka tenses up
"hey, stop moving I'm gonna mess up" I'm applying mascara to his eye lashes
"Dammit, if that boy breaks her heart, I'm gonna rip him a new one" I say reassuring Ranka
(if you don't know she's says that she is going to rip the guy a new ass hole).
Suddenly there's a banging at the door, sobs can be heard. Ranka and I race to the door, jerking it open we find a crying Haruhi on the floor.
"Haruhi" I call, I quickly kneel down and embrace her. Shocked, at the door Ranka stands there motionless.
OoOoOoOoOo IN THE HOUSE oOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
After Haruhi calmed down she told us what happened
"Well, we went to the carnival. Everything seemed fine. Until….. Until Marceline came. She was really jealous and he noticed so he told me 'you're just pathetic, nobody would go out with you. I just felt sorry for you' and he walked away with Marceline" At this I jumped up
"That dude's gonna DIE" Ranka got a bat and I grabbed my old cosmetic brushes. Soon after leaving the house we found the guy, lured him into an ally and taught him a lesson.
It was nothing bad Ranka hit him a few times with the bat and he mighta had a blush brush up his nose and an eye shadow brush shoved in his eye, and he definitely had another ass hole.
That was the first year of middle school; I entered the cosmetics contest and ended up winning 1st place.
After that I never saw Haruhi again, because I was always busy with interviews and appointments. I heard she entered Ouran High school Academy and it just happens I got a cosmetic scholarship there.