Sorry to
all the people who reviewed my fic Beyblade Out Takes. Ff.net said it went past the
guidelines. Or something. Gomen! Here's the next
chapter . . . like I said. Tee hee (^-^)
Disclaimer on first chapter.
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Chapter 4
~Emily's POV~
Mariah . . . where are you!? It's 8:55 and you're always here 10 minutes
before the time set!! You better have a good excuse.
*doorbell rings*
Thank God. I open the doorbell and there stands a grinning Mariah carrying some
unexpected things. A pink box with little designs of cosmetics printed on it
was the main thing I looked at that Mariah was holding. Also a sand colored
shopping bag was held by Mariah's other arm. Not good.
"What the heck is all of this for?"
"I dunno . . .
just to see if you were interested in getting Kai Hiwatari
as your boyfriend." ^_^
"Mariah . . . . I told you!! Don't talk
about it!"
"You'll be interested. You'll see."
I led Mariah to my bedroom, thank heavens for having it clean, or else we'd
have to do business in the living room. My room wasn't too special. A laptop
sits on my oak desk beside my bed. A closet holds the many clothes I wear and a
couple of laboratory jackets across from the door. The walls are a light pastel
color of yellow. Light green curtains hung over the single window in the small
space.
"So what is in the bag?" I asked
curiously.
"Clothes" ^_^
"You went shopping?"
"No. Old Christmas presents. They're
still brand new, I didn't mean old like 'old'. I meant passed."
"I get it . . . and why did you bring
those over?"
"So you could wear them to Kai's house!"
". . . let me see those."
"Okay."
Mariah handed me the shopping bag filled with a couple articles of clothing.
They seemed too small for Mariah, so I thought that was why she was giving them
to me. She's such a good friend.
I took out the first piece and looked at a long sleeved pastel yellow collared
shirt. Cuffs were seen at the end of the sleeves. I laid it out onto my bed and
searched the bag for the next piece. I took out a non-buttoned green vest that
looked like it went with the shirt. Great. I got the last piece out clothing
out of the bag and saw gray flares that reached to my ankles it looked like.
The outfit looked very simple and it pleased me.
"I don't know how you know what clothes
I like."
"Hey, what are best friends for?
Besides, green and yellow are your colors."
9:20.
"So what's the cosmetics for?"
"You. Duhh.
Well, before the make up, I wanted to see if you wanted a hair makeover."
"You're not gonna
cut it or anything?"
"Just the extra part behind your head."
"Mariah, are you sure you know what
you're doing?"
"If you trust me then I do. C'mon, my
mother's been a professional hair stylist. Some of her talent should've rubbed
off on me." (A/N: I made that part up. It seems no one in the Beyblade series knows anything about there parents except
Max and Tyson. ^^')
"Okay. Go ahead. But don't do anything I
wouldn't!"
"Yeah yeah.
Sit on your chair. We've got a lot of work to do."
*about an hour later*
I am SO afraid of what Mariah has done to my hair. She said I wasn't allowed to
look before it was done. Typical stylist. She definitely cut the extra
band of hair that was longer than the rest. I didn't feel it resting on my back
anymore. She straightened the middle exterior of my locks and curled the ends
with a curling iron. But the worst was yet to come.
Her vicious self cut my bangs right above my eyebrows. Damn her. She curled the
bangs as well and spread it to the sides from the middle so my forehead was
clear to see. I still wasn't allowed to see myself. Mariah kept smiling the
whole way through. Scary.
"Ready for the next part?"
"I don't think so."
"Aww c'mon. We
started already and there's no turning back."
"Okay okay.
What now?"
"Put the clothes on, and do not I repeat
DO NOT look in the mirror. PROMISE."
"I promise."
"I went out to the hallway and entered
the bathroom, away from the sink where the mirror hung above. 10:30. I changed quickly into the clothes and
returned. Boy did Mariah giggle as I came back.
"You look so cute!!!"
"You scare me so."
"Okay. Sit down again. Almost done."
I sat back down as she opened the pink box. Many different bottles, bags of
cotton balls, and files were present. I'm at the point where I just want to run
away. But still I want to impress Kai at the least.
She took out tweezers, and I knew what she was gonna
do. The pain came quickly as each hair was plucked out. Poor me. I felt my
brows heating up and swelling.
"Don't worry. By the time you're at his
house, the swelling will be gone."
Oh yeah. Believe what the stylist says. 15 minutes passed and she was done with
my eye brows. I could tell, I couldn't feel anything in my brow area.
"Just a few more finishing touches."
She applied what seemed like black eyeliner and a bit of mascara. Also she
applied clear lip gloss to my lips and put a bit of blush over my cheeks. She
carefully wiped up any over done spots with a tissue. Now she was grinning like
mad.
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Sk: Dang it. I'm not done with details. Shh. . . I'm stalling. Tee hee.
Emily: Awwwww, can't you hurry up? I want to glomp Kai!!
Sk: Glomp him now why don't
you?
Emily: Yay!!
Kai: Stay away from me . . .ahh! *gets glomped by Emily* OwWw. . .
Sk: *sweatdrop* R+R . . .
