A/N: Super sorry for the super slow update! But blame my lovely sister along with the family I had to visit up in Iowa, it's freaking far man. Seven hours of her music, talking, and complaining. It. Was. Awful. But on the plus side I got to meet my two baby cousins for the first time along with driving my simply wonderful uncle insane. But on with the chapter!
I Need A Job
Chapter Nine
Okay, my little stalk- I mean readers. Operation Date was a success. No only did I get free food (Don't ask me why, but that always scores mega huge points with me.) but I actually enjoyed the date. Weird right? That's what I thought too. But don't worry. I didn't suddenly spontaneously combust or something super far-fetched like that. I just had a good time.
But that's just a little recap about what happened on the date, what happened (or right now whichever you prefer) after however is an entirely different story.
As soon as I arrive at my house and change into something more comfortable (read: bunny slippers, come to the dark side we have cookies shirt, and Sponge Bob pajama bottoms) I go over to NIF—yes we're sticking with that even if Fang says its stupid—and quietly knock on the door.
And wait.
Then knock again a little louder.
And wait. And wait a little longer.
Then knock with a very...high volume and have the door opened by Fang who is only wearing plaid pajama pants and rubbing his head tiredly. He looks down and sees its me and groans.
Loudly.
I smile sweetly at him, "Aww." I coo. "Did you miss me?"
He glares at me and is suddenly shoved aside by Iggy, who has make-up and about 12 one-inch ponytails on his head in every direction, he looks at me and smiles widely, "Your child is simply wonderful." He says while raising his painted on black eyebrows that look like Shanaynay's from Shane Dawson on YouTube.
I smile smugly, "I know."
"That was sarcasm."
"I know." I say and push past him into Nudge and Iggy's room ignoring all the lovey-dovey pictures they have set-up.
Probably to gross out Fang.
And look at the mess the two of them have created. Let me start and say, "bomb disaster" does not even begin to cover what has happened to this room. I see at least three packages of empty gummy bears suspiciously close to an empty ice-cream bowl, the gummy bears are strewn everywhere on the floor and I see Angel pooping a few into her mouth as Nudge is napping with her head against the bed.
She has with various dark lines under her eyes—I'm guessing eyeliner—along with swipes of eye-shadow above her eyes and eyebrows, my guess is that Angel got to Nudge and Iggy and used Bambi eyes to convince them she is the most spectacular make-up artist in the world.
Poor them.
I look over to Angel to see the damage only to find that she has her make-up perfectly done making her look like a little kid model. Angel takes notice of me and waves widely while pointing to Nudge, "I gave her a make-over! Isn't she pretty?" She says so loudly that I'm not surprised when Nudge bolts up almost immediately and looks around quickly before having her eyes land on Angel right after they pass over me.
She nods to herself before starting to fall back asleep. "Come on Angel." I say holding my hand out to her where she is trying to hold a mirror in front of her face to apply some lip gloss. "We've gotta get home."
She pouts and crosses her arms over her small chest. "No." She says sticking her chin out.
I sigh, rub a tired hand down my face and bend down on my knees, "Honey, Mommy's really tired and has work tomorrow." She sticks her chin out further but does nothing else in response. "Alright," I say reaching my arms out towards her. "You asked for it," and start to tickle her mercilessly to which she giggles uncontrollably making Nudge wake up.
Again.
"Oh its you!" She says her pink and purple eye-shadow covered eyebrows raising up before giving a "brief" explanation of what went down to me, which in her world means adding so many details a published author's jaw would have dropped. "-and that's it." She says inhaling for the first time in what could have easily been three minutes.
I nod my head like I was paying attention, "Okay then. I'll be getting back to my apartment then."
She looks around the room and laughs, "Yeah, and I better get working on cleaning up this," She pauses for a second before deciding on the word, "monstrosity."
I nod and pick up Angel taking her into the apartment and make her take a bath before going to bed to get all of her make-up off.
A/N: Hiya guys! I'm not dead! And if you got the Shanaynay part I applaud you! But besides that I have found a super heartbreaking song which really doesn't make much sense because well I don't like sad music. But you know, it's in French so for all I know it could just have sad piano music and the lyrics could be about a pizza party. But it's called, Place de la République by Coeur de Pirate. And my birthday is coming up so, um, yay! And it's definitely not January 6th. *Hint hint wink wink*
I think that's all for today though so umm, how was your Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanza?
Random Piece of Information: Quote:
Creativity is intelligence having fun. ~ Albert Einstein
