~*~SiMpLy CoMpLiCaTeD~*~
~Disclaimer: *Must* we go over this again? *sigh* All the characters are Joss'. . .bla di bla di bla. . .
~A/N: So . . .very . . .sleepy. ZZZzzzzZZzzzz..Oh yes! Before I go back to sleep, I'd like to thank everyone for giving me such wonderful reviews. They've kept me ALIVE! *giggles* TOTALLY serious here. They're the only thing that keeps me going. =)
Since I love you all VERY VERY MUCH, I'm updating for you, even though I should be finishing my homework. LoL And since majority asked for the makeover procedure/process, that's what you're getting! *wink*
*rubs eyes* I'm pretty sleepy. High School is such a drag! *pout* I mean, I just don't understand why the older we get, the earlier we have to wake up. I mean, that should be for the kids in elementary and preschool. *They're* the ones who are already up in the early hours . . .Ugh. *drops head onto arms and falls asleep* ZzzzZzzzz
*mumbles in sleep* Thanks for reading and reviewing . . .*snore*
~*~*~*~Beauty's Hope~*~*~*~
"Whoa! Where are you taking me?" I asked as he dragged me out of the mall.
He turned to me and smiled, pointing at a sign glittering above us, "Welcome to Beauty's Hope."
I raised an amused eyebrow at the sign and he pushed me through the shiny, revolving doors.
Once inside, I was met with rows of mirrors that were lined with lights. There were sinks to wash hair set towards the back and many women and men sat in chairs, awaiting their beauty. The tables next to them held all sorts of doohickeys. There were an assortment of colorful bottles and sprays, hairdryers, curling irons, latex gloves, scissors-
"What the heck? Are you getting ready to perform some kind of surgery or something? I shivered.
He just laughed, "You're a funny one. Have you ever been to a beauty salon?"
My eyes narrowed at his comment, but I stuttered when replying, "Well- no. M-my mom always did my hair . . ."
He shrugged, "It's alright, sweetie." He said, squeezing my shoulder.
He pushed me behind him then clapped his hands in a womanly fashion, "Maurice! Joan! Olivia!" Three woman in trendy clothing came into view. They wobbled in their high heels and came to his attention.
He looked at each of them, silently preparing them for what they were about to see, "We have work to do."
He stepped aside and I was finally visible to their eyes. I waved a shy hand and said in embarrassment, "Hi."
"This is Maurice, she'll be doing your hair. Joan, you'll be doing her skin and clothes. Oh, and Olivia. You are doing her makeup."
It was quiet for a while and Scott blew out a large breath, "Alright. Let's get started then!"
They guided me to a chair and Scott massaged my shoulders, then spun me around to face the mirror. He leaned down so his face would be right next to mine in the reflection.
"Take a good look at yourself, darling," he pressed his hand on my back so that I would lean closer to the mirror, "Because you're not gonna believe it's you later on."
I obeyed. I studied the "hideous eye bags" as Scott put them and he had been right. Those bags hidden beneath my glasses were such ugly, dark things. My eyes traveled up to my bushy eyebrows, my chapped lips, my uncombed brown hair. I stared long at my baggy blue jeans and examined my yellow teeth. I never knew I was so. . .What was the word? Non-perfect? I shook my head. I was *so* in denial. I sighed.
"I never knew I was this ugly."
Scott shook his head, causing some hair to fall out of place, "Honey, did you not hear me before?" I frowned, "You have so much beauty in you. I can see it. You're just hiding. Why must you hide? We both know you are beautiful, so why don't you flaunt it? Fix yourself up and show the world what they are missing." He winked at me and I looked back at my reflection.
William wanted to kiss me. . .even *before* I went here. . .So maybe I'm not that ugly. But I guess I do see some potential of being gorgeous. I just need a little help. I let out a long breath.
"Ready?" Scott asked, smiling.
I cracked my neck as if I was preparing for a fight, "As I'll ever be."
~*~*~*~*~
Swoosh. . .
Water cascaded down my hair and the curly haired woman spilled some shampoo into her hand.
"So. . . When was the last time you washed your hair?" Maurice asked, attempting to start a conversation. It wasn't a very nice way to start a "civil" conversation, if you ask me.
"This morning- ouch!" Her fingers rubbed into my scalp as she tried to clean it.
She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."A pause, "It's just that your hair is so damn tangled!" She whined, pulling her hand from said hair.
"Gee, thanks." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Maurice! " Scott scolded he had heard her curse.
She turned away from me and called out to Scott, "Sorry, it slipped. Won't happen again!"
She rolled her eyes and sprayed water over my hair to wash off the shampoo. She lowered her nose and sniffed, "Ah. . .See? Doesn't that smell good?"
She smiled as she poured a load of conditioner into her hand, "Now, let's make your hair nice and silky smooth. . ."
~*~*~*~*~
"There. What do you think, Mr. Hope?"
Scott studied my hair, looking intently at it. I think I was already beginning to see that beauty he was telling me about. My hair was straightened and I could actually run my hand through it.
Scott frowned and shook his head, "No, no. It is not good enough. Something is missing. . ." He trailed off, trying to think of what it was. He turned to Olivia, "What is missing? It is driving me crazy. Your hair looks. . .not finished." He pouted. "What can it be?!"
Joan came up and pushed some hair over my shoulder and nodded, "She needs highlights."
Scott beamed, "Yes! That is it!" He pushed me towards Maurice, "Maurice! Maurice! Hurry now! Let her have streaks! Blonde. . .Yes. Blonde streaks would look just marvelous, no?" She nodded and had me sit in a black chair.
Slipping on a pair of gloves, she took out foreign materials and mixed them together, soon spreading the color onto my hair.
~*~*~*~*~
After another hair wash, she brought me to Scott once more.
"All finished!" Maurice announced.
"Wonderful!" Joan squealed.
"Nice job, Maurice." Scott complimented.
"Can I see?" All this suspense was driving me nuts.
Scott shook his head, "No. You will see when you are finished."
I pouted, "That's not fair-"
"Joan! It's time for her waxing!" I sighed in frustration, angry that Scott ignored my complaint as Joan dragged me away to do my-
I stopped in my tracks, eyes widening, "Whoa. . .WAXING?!"
~*~*~*~*~
I limped out of the room and Scott was sitting on the ouch that was set to the side of the salon.
"Painful, was it?"
I nodded and slowly lowered myself next to him. I let out breath as I settled into my seat. Turning to him, I whispered, "Words cannot describe how much." I let my head fall back and Joan exited the room I had just left.
She looked around the room and finally spotted me, sitting next to Scott. "Lizzie! I'm not finished with you, yet." She exclaimed, pulling me from my spot.
"Easy. Easy." I squeaked, squinting my eyes from the pain she was causing. "It's not everyday that you get a bikini wax." I moaned as she pushed me back into the room.
~*~*~*~*~
An hour or so later. . .
"This looks good."
"This looks better."
"This makes her look to skinny."
"But I think this color bring out her eyes."
"But it makes her look like a twig!" Joan complained, throwing out another shirt she and Maurice had chosen for me. I was like their life-size doll, playing dress up.
I glanced at my watch. "Guys, I really have to be going home soon. . ." I muttered as I swung my legs back and forth on the table I was perched on.
The red head and brunette turned to me and threw me a pair of sheepish grins. They turned back to their task and finally settled on a pair.
"This one!" They shouted in unison. They both squealed and hugged me, handing me my new clothes.
Joan's eyes were tearing up, "You're beginning to look so pretty." She sniffed and Maurice began to sniffle too.
I rolled my eyes at them, "That's good. I just wish you'd let me look at myself just once, at least." They laughed and I went to my next destination.
Makeup.
~*~*~*~*~
I plopped into my seat and faced a covered mirror. Scott made sure that I wouldn't see how I looked until the end and I was anxious to be finished.
Scott stood behind me and his hands traveled towards my glasses.
"Do you have contacts?" He slipped the glasses off my nose and held them between his index fingers and thumb.
I nodded, "Well. . .I-"
It snapped in two.
I gasped, eyes widening. My mouth opened and closed, my sentences cut short.
"You-. . .my glasses. . .I can't believe you'd-"
"Well, looks like you'll be having to use those contacts now." He winked at me and threw the glasses on the floor, smiling.
I regained my composure and glared at him, "Why the hell did you do that? I was gonna tell you that I don't have contacts, but no- you go right ahead and break my glasses!"
His smile dropped and a worried expression spread across his face, "Oh my God." He bent down and picked up the shattered glass, helplessly trying to put them together, "I'm sorry. So sorry. I did not know, dear." he scratched the back of his head, "I guess I've been watching to much of that "Princess Diaries," movie. . ."
I looked at his worried and sorry face and just couldn't help but laugh.
"It's cool. I have contacts. I just wanted to make you sweat a little." I giggled.
~*~*~*~*~
Olivia stared intensely at my eyebrows. She lowered the silver tool towards my forehead, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. The tweezers came closer. . .and closer. . .and closer. . .I could feel the chill of the cool metal against my skin. She pressed the tweezers together, latching itself onto a hair and-
"Oooww!!!" I yelped.
After those long, torturing minutes, she finally moved on to my makeup.
She took what looked like a pencil and ran it along my sore eyebrows and I flinched.
"Close your eyes." Olivia commanded.
Taking a brush, she swept it across my eyelids.
"Ok, you can open them." She was holding a black tube, "Now look up, yeah, like that."
She took a stick from the tube. It had a furry edge at the end and she slid the black mascara onto to my eyelashes.
"Alright, now don't-"
My eyes were feeling dry and I blinked.
"-blink." She finished and sighed. "Look up." She repeated and fixed my messed up eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
Half hour later. . .
Olivia backed up and smiled, looking at her finished product.
"Perfect."
I looked up at Scott and the teary eyed Maurice and Joan.
"I didn't think it was possible. . ." Maurice sniffled.
"Yah. . ." Joan agreed.
Scott smiled, eyes glinting, "Now just one more thing." He picked up an object from the table and unscrewed the top, smearing lip gloss across my lips.
He turned my seat towards the mirror and the girls lifted the sheet covering it. I saw my reflection. I was. . .I was. . .
"Is that me?" I asked quietly, touching to glass.
Scott nodded happily, "Yeah, that's you, darling. I told you I saw so much beauty in you." He put his hands on his hips, "Now will you believe me next time when I tell you something?"
I nodded, still mystified at my new look.
I thanked everyone and hugged each person. Scott handed me his card with his personal cell phone number scribbled on it.
"For emergencies." He had said with a wink.
I thanked everyone again and left the salon with a dazzling smile on my face, my white teeth glinting in the afternoon sun.
Now all I had to do was make it through Monday and make William take me for granted. I walked by a window and saw myself reflected on the glass.
A sly grin slipped over my features.
Shouldn't be too hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: *flops backwards onto bed* I am *never* going to get used to waking up so early. *closes eyes* School . . .Sucks. Only upside is the hot guys. *wipes drool* It's the only reason that keeps me waking up every morning . . .*giggles* AND reviews. *nudge* *hint* *wink*
Oh, and I did somewhat steal - *clears throat* I mean, "borrow" a small scene from "Princess Diaries." I'm guilty. *sigh*
Oh, and by the way. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to give them. I'll see what I can do. . .*winks*
*logs onto ff.net, loads new chapter, falls onto bed and sleeps*
Please be kind and review. =)
~Disclaimer: *Must* we go over this again? *sigh* All the characters are Joss'. . .bla di bla di bla. . .
~A/N: So . . .very . . .sleepy. ZZZzzzzZZzzzz..Oh yes! Before I go back to sleep, I'd like to thank everyone for giving me such wonderful reviews. They've kept me ALIVE! *giggles* TOTALLY serious here. They're the only thing that keeps me going. =)
Since I love you all VERY VERY MUCH, I'm updating for you, even though I should be finishing my homework. LoL And since majority asked for the makeover procedure/process, that's what you're getting! *wink*
*rubs eyes* I'm pretty sleepy. High School is such a drag! *pout* I mean, I just don't understand why the older we get, the earlier we have to wake up. I mean, that should be for the kids in elementary and preschool. *They're* the ones who are already up in the early hours . . .Ugh. *drops head onto arms and falls asleep* ZzzzZzzzz
*mumbles in sleep* Thanks for reading and reviewing . . .*snore*
~*~*~*~Beauty's Hope~*~*~*~
"Whoa! Where are you taking me?" I asked as he dragged me out of the mall.
He turned to me and smiled, pointing at a sign glittering above us, "Welcome to Beauty's Hope."
I raised an amused eyebrow at the sign and he pushed me through the shiny, revolving doors.
Once inside, I was met with rows of mirrors that were lined with lights. There were sinks to wash hair set towards the back and many women and men sat in chairs, awaiting their beauty. The tables next to them held all sorts of doohickeys. There were an assortment of colorful bottles and sprays, hairdryers, curling irons, latex gloves, scissors-
"What the heck? Are you getting ready to perform some kind of surgery or something? I shivered.
He just laughed, "You're a funny one. Have you ever been to a beauty salon?"
My eyes narrowed at his comment, but I stuttered when replying, "Well- no. M-my mom always did my hair . . ."
He shrugged, "It's alright, sweetie." He said, squeezing my shoulder.
He pushed me behind him then clapped his hands in a womanly fashion, "Maurice! Joan! Olivia!" Three woman in trendy clothing came into view. They wobbled in their high heels and came to his attention.
He looked at each of them, silently preparing them for what they were about to see, "We have work to do."
He stepped aside and I was finally visible to their eyes. I waved a shy hand and said in embarrassment, "Hi."
"This is Maurice, she'll be doing your hair. Joan, you'll be doing her skin and clothes. Oh, and Olivia. You are doing her makeup."
It was quiet for a while and Scott blew out a large breath, "Alright. Let's get started then!"
They guided me to a chair and Scott massaged my shoulders, then spun me around to face the mirror. He leaned down so his face would be right next to mine in the reflection.
"Take a good look at yourself, darling," he pressed his hand on my back so that I would lean closer to the mirror, "Because you're not gonna believe it's you later on."
I obeyed. I studied the "hideous eye bags" as Scott put them and he had been right. Those bags hidden beneath my glasses were such ugly, dark things. My eyes traveled up to my bushy eyebrows, my chapped lips, my uncombed brown hair. I stared long at my baggy blue jeans and examined my yellow teeth. I never knew I was so. . .What was the word? Non-perfect? I shook my head. I was *so* in denial. I sighed.
"I never knew I was this ugly."
Scott shook his head, causing some hair to fall out of place, "Honey, did you not hear me before?" I frowned, "You have so much beauty in you. I can see it. You're just hiding. Why must you hide? We both know you are beautiful, so why don't you flaunt it? Fix yourself up and show the world what they are missing." He winked at me and I looked back at my reflection.
William wanted to kiss me. . .even *before* I went here. . .So maybe I'm not that ugly. But I guess I do see some potential of being gorgeous. I just need a little help. I let out a long breath.
"Ready?" Scott asked, smiling.
I cracked my neck as if I was preparing for a fight, "As I'll ever be."
~*~*~*~*~
Swoosh. . .
Water cascaded down my hair and the curly haired woman spilled some shampoo into her hand.
"So. . . When was the last time you washed your hair?" Maurice asked, attempting to start a conversation. It wasn't a very nice way to start a "civil" conversation, if you ask me.
"This morning- ouch!" Her fingers rubbed into my scalp as she tried to clean it.
She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."A pause, "It's just that your hair is so damn tangled!" She whined, pulling her hand from said hair.
"Gee, thanks." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Maurice! " Scott scolded he had heard her curse.
She turned away from me and called out to Scott, "Sorry, it slipped. Won't happen again!"
She rolled her eyes and sprayed water over my hair to wash off the shampoo. She lowered her nose and sniffed, "Ah. . .See? Doesn't that smell good?"
She smiled as she poured a load of conditioner into her hand, "Now, let's make your hair nice and silky smooth. . ."
~*~*~*~*~
"There. What do you think, Mr. Hope?"
Scott studied my hair, looking intently at it. I think I was already beginning to see that beauty he was telling me about. My hair was straightened and I could actually run my hand through it.
Scott frowned and shook his head, "No, no. It is not good enough. Something is missing. . ." He trailed off, trying to think of what it was. He turned to Olivia, "What is missing? It is driving me crazy. Your hair looks. . .not finished." He pouted. "What can it be?!"
Joan came up and pushed some hair over my shoulder and nodded, "She needs highlights."
Scott beamed, "Yes! That is it!" He pushed me towards Maurice, "Maurice! Maurice! Hurry now! Let her have streaks! Blonde. . .Yes. Blonde streaks would look just marvelous, no?" She nodded and had me sit in a black chair.
Slipping on a pair of gloves, she took out foreign materials and mixed them together, soon spreading the color onto my hair.
~*~*~*~*~
After another hair wash, she brought me to Scott once more.
"All finished!" Maurice announced.
"Wonderful!" Joan squealed.
"Nice job, Maurice." Scott complimented.
"Can I see?" All this suspense was driving me nuts.
Scott shook his head, "No. You will see when you are finished."
I pouted, "That's not fair-"
"Joan! It's time for her waxing!" I sighed in frustration, angry that Scott ignored my complaint as Joan dragged me away to do my-
I stopped in my tracks, eyes widening, "Whoa. . .WAXING?!"
~*~*~*~*~
I limped out of the room and Scott was sitting on the ouch that was set to the side of the salon.
"Painful, was it?"
I nodded and slowly lowered myself next to him. I let out breath as I settled into my seat. Turning to him, I whispered, "Words cannot describe how much." I let my head fall back and Joan exited the room I had just left.
She looked around the room and finally spotted me, sitting next to Scott. "Lizzie! I'm not finished with you, yet." She exclaimed, pulling me from my spot.
"Easy. Easy." I squeaked, squinting my eyes from the pain she was causing. "It's not everyday that you get a bikini wax." I moaned as she pushed me back into the room.
~*~*~*~*~
An hour or so later. . .
"This looks good."
"This looks better."
"This makes her look to skinny."
"But I think this color bring out her eyes."
"But it makes her look like a twig!" Joan complained, throwing out another shirt she and Maurice had chosen for me. I was like their life-size doll, playing dress up.
I glanced at my watch. "Guys, I really have to be going home soon. . ." I muttered as I swung my legs back and forth on the table I was perched on.
The red head and brunette turned to me and threw me a pair of sheepish grins. They turned back to their task and finally settled on a pair.
"This one!" They shouted in unison. They both squealed and hugged me, handing me my new clothes.
Joan's eyes were tearing up, "You're beginning to look so pretty." She sniffed and Maurice began to sniffle too.
I rolled my eyes at them, "That's good. I just wish you'd let me look at myself just once, at least." They laughed and I went to my next destination.
Makeup.
~*~*~*~*~
I plopped into my seat and faced a covered mirror. Scott made sure that I wouldn't see how I looked until the end and I was anxious to be finished.
Scott stood behind me and his hands traveled towards my glasses.
"Do you have contacts?" He slipped the glasses off my nose and held them between his index fingers and thumb.
I nodded, "Well. . .I-"
It snapped in two.
I gasped, eyes widening. My mouth opened and closed, my sentences cut short.
"You-. . .my glasses. . .I can't believe you'd-"
"Well, looks like you'll be having to use those contacts now." He winked at me and threw the glasses on the floor, smiling.
I regained my composure and glared at him, "Why the hell did you do that? I was gonna tell you that I don't have contacts, but no- you go right ahead and break my glasses!"
His smile dropped and a worried expression spread across his face, "Oh my God." He bent down and picked up the shattered glass, helplessly trying to put them together, "I'm sorry. So sorry. I did not know, dear." he scratched the back of his head, "I guess I've been watching to much of that "Princess Diaries," movie. . ."
I looked at his worried and sorry face and just couldn't help but laugh.
"It's cool. I have contacts. I just wanted to make you sweat a little." I giggled.
~*~*~*~*~
Olivia stared intensely at my eyebrows. She lowered the silver tool towards my forehead, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. The tweezers came closer. . .and closer. . .and closer. . .I could feel the chill of the cool metal against my skin. She pressed the tweezers together, latching itself onto a hair and-
"Oooww!!!" I yelped.
After those long, torturing minutes, she finally moved on to my makeup.
She took what looked like a pencil and ran it along my sore eyebrows and I flinched.
"Close your eyes." Olivia commanded.
Taking a brush, she swept it across my eyelids.
"Ok, you can open them." She was holding a black tube, "Now look up, yeah, like that."
She took a stick from the tube. It had a furry edge at the end and she slid the black mascara onto to my eyelashes.
"Alright, now don't-"
My eyes were feeling dry and I blinked.
"-blink." She finished and sighed. "Look up." She repeated and fixed my messed up eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
Half hour later. . .
Olivia backed up and smiled, looking at her finished product.
"Perfect."
I looked up at Scott and the teary eyed Maurice and Joan.
"I didn't think it was possible. . ." Maurice sniffled.
"Yah. . ." Joan agreed.
Scott smiled, eyes glinting, "Now just one more thing." He picked up an object from the table and unscrewed the top, smearing lip gloss across my lips.
He turned my seat towards the mirror and the girls lifted the sheet covering it. I saw my reflection. I was. . .I was. . .
"Is that me?" I asked quietly, touching to glass.
Scott nodded happily, "Yeah, that's you, darling. I told you I saw so much beauty in you." He put his hands on his hips, "Now will you believe me next time when I tell you something?"
I nodded, still mystified at my new look.
I thanked everyone and hugged each person. Scott handed me his card with his personal cell phone number scribbled on it.
"For emergencies." He had said with a wink.
I thanked everyone again and left the salon with a dazzling smile on my face, my white teeth glinting in the afternoon sun.
Now all I had to do was make it through Monday and make William take me for granted. I walked by a window and saw myself reflected on the glass.
A sly grin slipped over my features.
Shouldn't be too hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: *flops backwards onto bed* I am *never* going to get used to waking up so early. *closes eyes* School . . .Sucks. Only upside is the hot guys. *wipes drool* It's the only reason that keeps me waking up every morning . . .*giggles* AND reviews. *nudge* *hint* *wink*
Oh, and I did somewhat steal - *clears throat* I mean, "borrow" a small scene from "Princess Diaries." I'm guilty. *sigh*
Oh, and by the way. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to give them. I'll see what I can do. . .*winks*
*logs onto ff.net, loads new chapter, falls onto bed and sleeps*
Please be kind and review. =)