Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all of the characters.
Chapter 8: Makeover!
JPOV
I wandered the street. No one was home at the flat. Emmett had gone out. Edward was at work. It was my day off. I had no idea what to do in a deserted flat, and I had no urge to go to work again. I was thinking of Alice. And as I wondered what she was doing, I smiled.
I figured I'd go shopping. There was nothing better to do. I needed new clothes anyway.
I walked into a designer store, to find a brown, curly haired girl behind the counter. She was reading a book. The store was empty. A song was playing quietly from hidden speakers. I could tell, from the smooth materials and stylish stitches, that the clothes up for sale were expensive. I wandered to the counter. The girl placed her book down.
"Hi, do you sell any modern, stylish clothes that would suit me?" I asked politely. She took one look at me and smiled.
"I have the perfect combination. Follow me."
She lead me to the back of shop, and to a rack of black skinny jeans. She looked at my lower half briefly, then picked out a pair close to the back, and hooked them over her arm. She lead me to the shirts. The plain grey one she picked out was stylish and looked comfy. She hooked it over her arm also. Finally, she lead me to another shirt; this time it was a checked button-up.
"Go and change. I'll sit here." She said, as she pushed me into a cubicle and pulled the curtain across. I shrugged and pulled off my shirt.
The grey one fit immensely well and I loved wearing it. I slipped the checked one over the top, and left the first two buttons open. I rolled the sleeves up and straightened it out.
I pulled the jeans up to my waist, and buttoned them. They fitted amazingly. I turned and looked in the mirror and my mouth fell open. I immediately realized who wore this before me, and I grinned.
I pulled back the curtain.
"So, you give me Nick Jonas' outfit, that he wore in that photo shoot with his brothers," I paused, "How did you think of that?"
"I'm a fan of the Jonas Brothers." She smiled warmly. "I'm Jessica, by the way."
"I'm Jasper."
I stroked the clothes absentmindedly.
"How much are these?" I asked.
"Together, they're 102.99." She said.
I thought for a second.
"Do you take debit cards?"
"Sure."
I smiled and reached for my card.
She swiped it for me, and gave me my receipt. I smiled and thanked her for her help. She returned the gesture. All I needed now, were some shoes, a new haircut, and I would be set. I wandered into the nearest shoe shop.
I walked aimlessly for a little until I found a decent pair of Vans that fit nicely. They went with the outfit, and they were the same shoes Nick had worn on the photo shoot. I paid for them
The men's salon down the street was fairly empty, which is how I liked it, because I could get served first. I sat down in a seat, and an orange haired girl came up behind me after a while. She had a strong southern accent and a tender face.
"Hey, I'm Hayley. How would you like your hair?" She asked.
"Surprise me." I said.
She looked slightly shocked, but then her eyes softened and she smiled, which made her eyes wrinkle slightly.
She began her work. I could feel her snipping at my hair from time to time, and I was afraid she would make it worse. But I began to trust her more when I saw the style she was applying. When she had almost finished, she plugged in some straighteners to a near socket, and let them heat up a bit.
"In for a makeover, are we?" She asked.
"Sort of." I said.
She started to straighten my hair a little. She was happily chatting to me, but I wasn't listening very much.
"-and of course she was all bitchy about it, but he didn't give one really-"
And then suddenly, I felt a surge of pain, and I yelped quietly. She snapped out of her story, and moved the straighteners away from my head. I had a red mark where the heat had touched my skin.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll give you 10 off." She flitted around, and started straightening again.
She finished, and unplugged the heat makers. I saw in the mirror, the new transformed me, with my new 'emo' fringe and short layers, wearing a much better outfit, including new shoes. I smiled.
"Thanks. And don't worry about the 10 thing. Keep the change." I paid her, and left the salon. And then, just as I was about to cross the road, Alice caught my eye. However, she just looked away.
Oh dear, I thought.
for some reason, I like the idea of an emo Jasper. :)
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