~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all, okay? *crosses arms over chest* Hmph.
~A/N: *giggles* Thanks for the great reviews! I wouldn't have continued if it weren't for youz! Thank you so much! I love you all!!!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!
~*~*~*~Guy trouble?~*~*~*~
That weekend, I took some time in examining myself. My body, my face. I twirled in front of the mirror and checked out my butt. I grabbed the sides and pushed them up and let them go, watching them bounce back into place.
The cashier lady gave me a strange look.
I was using the mirror at the mall and the customers and employees were all staring at me like I was crazy.
I didn't care and shrugged. I needed to find what needed fixing on me. I spun and my whole body faced the mirror. I turned my head to the left and then to the right, tilting my big glasses down my nose then putting them on my tied up hair. I sucked in my cheeks then pouted my lips.
Maybe it was my rack? I looked down at my mini busts, causing my glasses to fall back over my eyes. My boobs looked a little bigger with my spectacles on, but they were still such tiny little things. I poked at them, wondering how every other girl in my family had big stuff, but not me. Bending forward, I squeezed my small breasts together, debating on whether I should buy a push up bra today or not.
I sighed heavily and put a hand on my hip. What was wrong with me?
"Guy trouble?" A man with sunglasses appeared at my side.
I turned my head to meet the voice, "Uh . . . Yeah. How'd you know?"
The man shrugged and waved femininely at me, "I've seen many cases like you before."
"Cases?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. I was shocked. He thought I was a head case?! "Excuse me? I don't know who you are but I do NOT-"
The guy put a hand on his chest and gasped, "Oh, please forgive me. My name is Scott. Scott Hope." He put a hand out to shake and I took it cautiously.
"Elizabeth." I said slowly.
He removed his red shades and perched them atop his hair, smiling. His eyes glittered, "Ah . . .Elizabeth. Such a pretty name."
I stared at the gentleman in front of me. His fingers were laden with gold rocks, which I assumed cost thousands, and he wore a metallic purple shirt with the top buttons opened, revealing a nice, chiseled chest and a gold chain hanging from his neck. His shirt was tucked neatly in his black pants and his hair was perfectly gelled into a stylish do. My eyes traveled to his face and that's when I noticed he was wearing eyeliner . . .and . . .and . . .Was that eye shadow?
Who *WAS* this guy?
I think he noticed the confused look I was giving him because he said, "I'm a beautician."
Realization dawned on me and I nodded my head, "Ooh . . ."
He got up on the platform I was standing on and stood next to me, gently pulling me in front of him.
Maybe he could help me win William . . .
He positioned my body in front of the mirror and my eyes widened as he slowly danced his fingers across my arms.
"Excuse me, but what the hell do you thi-" He put a finger to my lips and shushed me.
"Shush now, darling. Do not swear." He turned my faced toward him and caressed my cheek, studying me, "It's not good for the complexion."
His hands took hold of my head and faced it toward the mirror again. A finger traced out the dark lines under my eyes, "You see this?" He asked.
I nodded, wondering where this was leading to.
He sighed, "Do you know what it is called?" I was about to give him a witty reply, but he beat me to it and said, "It's called eye bags!" He said with a huff, his hands landing on his hips.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed that this man was criticizing me, "What the fu-"
He waved a finger at me, "Ah, you see? You are swearing. It's the cause of those hideous eye bags."
I opened my mouth, ready to give this man a piece of my mind when he heaved a big, frustrated sigh, "And look at this hair!" He picked up a piece of said hair and waved part of the brown ponytail at me. "Do you even brush it?"
Scott rested his hands on my bare shoulder, I was wearing a tang top. He moved his hands up and down my arms again, a frown marring his face. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses and looked closely at my shoulder and growled, "And what is wrong with your skin?"
I scowled at him and whipped my head to face him, tired of glaring at his reflection. "I don't think there's anything *wrong* with my skin. Thank you very much." I crossed my arms over my chest, clearly not liking this guy at all.
He put the glasses away and stepped off the platform, "Do you moisturize?"
"What?" I gave him a blank stare. This guy was so cruel! I was NOT that UGLY!
He shook his head sadly and offered a hand down, "Moisturize. Do you use lotion at all?"
I narrowed my eyes at him as he helped me off the elevated floor, "Yes, I have-"
"Have you even *heard* of lotion?" He examined my fingers and it's knuckles, flipping my hand over and picking at my flesh.
"Ouch. Stop that!" I hissed.
He sighed and shook his head once more, "No, no. You've never heard of lotion, I see." His face came close to me and he sniffed.
He grimaced and held his nose, "Goodness, woman! You smell awful!" He fanned the air around me.
"Hey!" I defended.
He held his hounds up in surrender, "I am sorry. But you do. Do you even shower?"
I cracked my knuckles and balled them into fist, "Alright, mister. If you're looking for a fight-"
"You are impossible. I cannot work with you." He turned and walked away.
My hands fell to my sides and I ran after him. "What? What are you talking about?" What? He wasn't going to make me pretty? But I have to win William! I tugged on Scott's arm.
He dug in the pockets of his pants and pulled out a container. Squirting some goop in his hands he grabbed one of my hands and spread lotion atop it, rubbing the coolness into my hand, while explaining, "Darling, I can see so much beauty in you. But I don't think I can make it actually show."
"Huh?" I gave him a blank stare.
He waved his hands in the air and sighed, "Fine, fine. You talked me into it." He looped his arm through mine and led me out of the store, "Come along now. Scott will show the world how beautiful you really are."
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A/N: There ya go! I updated today! Thank you for the reviews, sweets! They made me sooo happy! I was so bummed after school because I ALREADY had homework on the first day. But then I went online and WOW! *happy sigh* I received such great reviews. Thanks a bunches!
Please be kind and review. =) Hmm . . .I'm not sure what to put for the next chapter . . . Should it be with Elizabeth all nice and pretty and already going to school? Or should I show the makeover "procedure"? *giggles* I just don't know . . .I can't make up my mind . . . Whatcha think? *wink*
~Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all, okay? *crosses arms over chest* Hmph.
~A/N: *giggles* Thanks for the great reviews! I wouldn't have continued if it weren't for youz! Thank you so much! I love you all!!!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!
~*~*~*~Guy trouble?~*~*~*~
That weekend, I took some time in examining myself. My body, my face. I twirled in front of the mirror and checked out my butt. I grabbed the sides and pushed them up and let them go, watching them bounce back into place.
The cashier lady gave me a strange look.
I was using the mirror at the mall and the customers and employees were all staring at me like I was crazy.
I didn't care and shrugged. I needed to find what needed fixing on me. I spun and my whole body faced the mirror. I turned my head to the left and then to the right, tilting my big glasses down my nose then putting them on my tied up hair. I sucked in my cheeks then pouted my lips.
Maybe it was my rack? I looked down at my mini busts, causing my glasses to fall back over my eyes. My boobs looked a little bigger with my spectacles on, but they were still such tiny little things. I poked at them, wondering how every other girl in my family had big stuff, but not me. Bending forward, I squeezed my small breasts together, debating on whether I should buy a push up bra today or not.
I sighed heavily and put a hand on my hip. What was wrong with me?
"Guy trouble?" A man with sunglasses appeared at my side.
I turned my head to meet the voice, "Uh . . . Yeah. How'd you know?"
The man shrugged and waved femininely at me, "I've seen many cases like you before."
"Cases?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. I was shocked. He thought I was a head case?! "Excuse me? I don't know who you are but I do NOT-"
The guy put a hand on his chest and gasped, "Oh, please forgive me. My name is Scott. Scott Hope." He put a hand out to shake and I took it cautiously.
"Elizabeth." I said slowly.
He removed his red shades and perched them atop his hair, smiling. His eyes glittered, "Ah . . .Elizabeth. Such a pretty name."
I stared at the gentleman in front of me. His fingers were laden with gold rocks, which I assumed cost thousands, and he wore a metallic purple shirt with the top buttons opened, revealing a nice, chiseled chest and a gold chain hanging from his neck. His shirt was tucked neatly in his black pants and his hair was perfectly gelled into a stylish do. My eyes traveled to his face and that's when I noticed he was wearing eyeliner . . .and . . .and . . .Was that eye shadow?
Who *WAS* this guy?
I think he noticed the confused look I was giving him because he said, "I'm a beautician."
Realization dawned on me and I nodded my head, "Ooh . . ."
He got up on the platform I was standing on and stood next to me, gently pulling me in front of him.
Maybe he could help me win William . . .
He positioned my body in front of the mirror and my eyes widened as he slowly danced his fingers across my arms.
"Excuse me, but what the hell do you thi-" He put a finger to my lips and shushed me.
"Shush now, darling. Do not swear." He turned my faced toward him and caressed my cheek, studying me, "It's not good for the complexion."
His hands took hold of my head and faced it toward the mirror again. A finger traced out the dark lines under my eyes, "You see this?" He asked.
I nodded, wondering where this was leading to.
He sighed, "Do you know what it is called?" I was about to give him a witty reply, but he beat me to it and said, "It's called eye bags!" He said with a huff, his hands landing on his hips.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed that this man was criticizing me, "What the fu-"
He waved a finger at me, "Ah, you see? You are swearing. It's the cause of those hideous eye bags."
I opened my mouth, ready to give this man a piece of my mind when he heaved a big, frustrated sigh, "And look at this hair!" He picked up a piece of said hair and waved part of the brown ponytail at me. "Do you even brush it?"
Scott rested his hands on my bare shoulder, I was wearing a tang top. He moved his hands up and down my arms again, a frown marring his face. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses and looked closely at my shoulder and growled, "And what is wrong with your skin?"
I scowled at him and whipped my head to face him, tired of glaring at his reflection. "I don't think there's anything *wrong* with my skin. Thank you very much." I crossed my arms over my chest, clearly not liking this guy at all.
He put the glasses away and stepped off the platform, "Do you moisturize?"
"What?" I gave him a blank stare. This guy was so cruel! I was NOT that UGLY!
He shook his head sadly and offered a hand down, "Moisturize. Do you use lotion at all?"
I narrowed my eyes at him as he helped me off the elevated floor, "Yes, I have-"
"Have you even *heard* of lotion?" He examined my fingers and it's knuckles, flipping my hand over and picking at my flesh.
"Ouch. Stop that!" I hissed.
He sighed and shook his head once more, "No, no. You've never heard of lotion, I see." His face came close to me and he sniffed.
He grimaced and held his nose, "Goodness, woman! You smell awful!" He fanned the air around me.
"Hey!" I defended.
He held his hounds up in surrender, "I am sorry. But you do. Do you even shower?"
I cracked my knuckles and balled them into fist, "Alright, mister. If you're looking for a fight-"
"You are impossible. I cannot work with you." He turned and walked away.
My hands fell to my sides and I ran after him. "What? What are you talking about?" What? He wasn't going to make me pretty? But I have to win William! I tugged on Scott's arm.
He dug in the pockets of his pants and pulled out a container. Squirting some goop in his hands he grabbed one of my hands and spread lotion atop it, rubbing the coolness into my hand, while explaining, "Darling, I can see so much beauty in you. But I don't think I can make it actually show."
"Huh?" I gave him a blank stare.
He waved his hands in the air and sighed, "Fine, fine. You talked me into it." He looped his arm through mine and led me out of the store, "Come along now. Scott will show the world how beautiful you really are."
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A/N: There ya go! I updated today! Thank you for the reviews, sweets! They made me sooo happy! I was so bummed after school because I ALREADY had homework on the first day. But then I went online and WOW! *happy sigh* I received such great reviews. Thanks a bunches!
Please be kind and review. =) Hmm . . .I'm not sure what to put for the next chapter . . . Should it be with Elizabeth all nice and pretty and already going to school? Or should I show the makeover "procedure"? *giggles* I just don't know . . .I can't make up my mind . . . Whatcha think? *wink*