Chapter 11: The Park
Them obviously being... THE SWINGS!
Nudge started practically leaping towards them and I began running like a chicken with its head cut off. We reached the swings, and started swinging up into the air. I closed my eyes at how good it felt to have the wind in my hair, creating the illusion that I was actually flying. That I actually had wings.
When I got too high up, I sighed heavily and jumped off, landing on my feet. I've had bad experiences getting too high on a swing. One time it flipped over, the other time, the chain broke and you don't even wanna know what happened the third time.
... I'm not the luckiest person ever...
When I landed safely on the ground, I opened my eyes to find that two boys were here. One had jet black hair and smooth, olive skin. He was wearing all black; A black t-shirt that shone his muscles, black converse and black straight jeans. He looked taller than my 5'5" by at least two or three more inches.
...He was hot...
Ahem.. I didn't just say that...
Anyways, the boy next to him had strawberry blonde hair, he was taller than the other, and he didn't have as much muscle. He had electric blue eyes and was pale white. He was wearing a white tank for guys and Khakis. He also had green flipflops on. Someone needs to teach him how to dress.
I couldn't help but wonder how they could be friends. The ginger/blonde one was light, but the Black haired boy was dark. They were total opposites.
I guess they noticed me staring at them because they turned to me.
"Don't you know It's impolite to stare?" The light one said, mischief in his eyes.
Oh, he was one of those 'joking all the time' people.
The dark one smirked, but didn't say anything. This oddly fit his character, but I didn't know how I knew he wasn't going to say anything in the first place. It was like I'd met him before.
I was snapped out of my trance by Nudge jumping off her swing and replying, "Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
This, for some reason, hit him hard. His eyes lost their amused glint and he turned, not looking at us anymore. "No." I heard him whisper, in a pain-filled voice.
Nudge looked at him with worry, and I instantly felt bad. Obviously something happened to his mother. The dark boy, who hadn't talked before now, spoke in a clear but quiet voice.
"Igs, It's okay.." He said, patting the light ones shoulder. The blonde looked a bit comforted and It was all I could do to not snort and yell 'Bromancee!'
I know, I ruin every emotional moment.
"As much as I love this emotional bromance session, Nudge and I will be leaving." I said, sounding emotionless. Honestly, I didn't want to be sad this weekend. The pain that he felt over his mom reminds me of how my mom used to care for me. It reminded me of everything she kept me from. Everything she did for me. I didn't want to remember. "C'mon, let's get ready for the party."
When we started walking away, I looked back for a quick second. Dark boy was looking at me, and Blondie was staring at Nudge like he knew her.
Interesting.
When we got home, Nudge immediately started getting her make-up and hair products out.
"I said you couldn't do my hair or make-up." I stated, staring at the five boxes of make-up she had out so far. Yeah, so far. There's more.
"PLEASE, MAXI?" She said, giving me a puppy dog face and bambi eyes. "You can pick out clothes, just lemme do your make-up!"
"N-No." I stuttered, losing my resolve.
"Yes." Still making that adorable face, she added, "I promise next time I won't do this."
"Fine.." I crumbled, "But not too much blush or eye-shadow."
When Nudge was finished with my make-up, I was practically jumping up and down with joy. She kept me at that chair for Two Hours!
Then, she told me to look in a mirror. I went to the mirror and looked into it.
I gasped and then proceeded to stand there, gaping at myself. How did she.. What the he-..
"How did you do this?" I whispered, not finding my voice.
My eye-shadow was a dark green with lighter green on top, but not too much. It blended on my eye just right. It complimented my eye color and seemed to make them pop even more. She put a thin layer of black eyeliner just around my lashline and just a tint of pink blush, illuminating my cheek bones. My lips were natural colored, but with a clear lipgloss over them that smelt of cotton candy.
"Well, first I put the eye-shadow on, and may I just say, I DID AMAZING! You look like a goddess! Every girl will be jealous of you, and every guy will want you. Now I just have to fishtail your hair! That'd look so pretty, right? I think so! Maybe I should get a job at a beauty salon. Oh! You could be my model! I am SO taking pictures of my creations for now o- mnisjhcyd"
She said, the ending of her sentence- if there was an ending- muffled by my hand over her mouth.
"Are you done?" She nodded, "Are you sure?" She nodded.
Still, I kept my hand there, not trusting her. "Promise?" I asked, and then, "OW! You bit me!"
I yelled, wiping my hand on her sleeve.
"Gross, Nudge spit." I said, and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Very mature."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever! You know you love me!" she said, hopping up and down. "Now shut up and sit, I have to do your hair!"
Again, I was shocked. How does she do this?
"Okay, so I know you're wondering how I did this. Since your hair is waist length, it was easy. I divided it into two sections and then took a small section of hair from the left side and put it on the right side. Then, I took a small section from the right side, and put it on the left. Then, I repeated the whole process. Geddit'? No? Oh well."
"Now get dressed, we have 30 minutes to be there!"
