Hey everyone I'm at school typing this from now on to take the place of the other one I was typing here… so there will probably be an update every week. Umm… right now I don't really care about reviews, I'm gonna work on it anyways since I have nothing better to do. Umm… this chapter is really just about her getting her outfit and stuff… so if it isn't that great, then umm… I promise the next one will be. Anyways, enjoy.
Sammy
Chapter 2:
Her house was a little out of town, surrounded by woods and decorated nicely. You could tell she had some money, although I did as well, I just didn't show it as much as her family chose to do. A lake was behind her house along with a few boats, and some dogs locked up in a kennel at the side of her house.
"Hey," I said walking up to the kennel allowing them to sniff me to calm their barking. One was a small black lab, probably not even a year old yet, and the other was an old German shepherd that managed to jump around like a puppy to greet me.
"You like em'?" Emma said as she walked out of her house in pink Capri's and a lime green shirt that really didn't match, but she looked good in just about anything, so the matching really didn't mean to much for her.
"Yea, I love animals," I told her, and she came up next to me, and bent down to join in with petting them.
"Kali is the German shepherd, she's not gonna be around much longer. And this is Buster, he still needs to learn some manors," she said pointing out that he wasn't exactly as neat as the other dog in greeting, and slobbered all over my arm.
"That's all right," I told her standing up and following her into her house. The inside was just as fancy as the outside. The carpet was brand new and white so it stood out nicely, and added that feel that she had the money to afford a replacement anytime it got ruined. The kitchen was all new as well, all the cupboards had marble tops and the appliances were all shiny. Not to mention that the tile was shiny as well, and everything was washed up nicely and tidy.
"Sorry, my moms a little bit of a neat freak," she explained to me, and I nodded, "I can relate to that."
"Doesn't look like your mom is too proper," she said mocking my gothic dressing, and the dark attitude I had a lot of the time. Not really mocking, but she was making it clear that I needed to change that, even though I was only going to do it long enough to impress Danny, and that was it.
"Well, I've had to argue," I said proudly, after all I usually came out the winner in our rivals against each other, really it was a never ending, we always had something against each other, mainly the outlook on life.
"Ok, this is my room, it's a little… bright," she said opening the door, and the whole room was pretty much totally pink. The blankets, pillows, carpet, walls, everything. Even her table was white with pink legs on it. And although it sounds childish, it was done in a much more teenage style, everything was pink, but it threw off the preppiest scenery you could imagine. But in yet I had to give it credit in a way, she had tons of decorations of pictures of her friends, animals and her done up across the wall in unique patterns that really made it look like she put time into it. Also the sweet pea smell filling the room gave it one last addition that seemed to complete it.
"I like it," I told her, and she looked at me surprised, "You like my room? Seriously?"
"Yea, besides the pink... but it's cool."
"Thanks," she nodded, and walked towards her closet. When she opened it up I saw two dressers and tons of clothes sitting on the racks above the dressers. I had never seen such a huge amount of clothes in my life, although I was guessing that Paulina and the others that I hated probably had close to the same amount.
"Well, we better get started," she smiled, and I looked at all the piles and wondered if there was even anything that would match me in the least of ways.
"Hang on, maybe we should change your make-up first, make you a little more girly."
"I…" I started to say, but shook my head deciding that this might have been my last chance to get hold of him, so I was going to deal with whatever she threw at me. I could deal with it, I wouldn't die at least, I just needed to make sure I could wear whatever looked good on me as long as it took for Danny to finally realize I was still alive.
"Ok, I think skirts would be the best for you to wear, after all, you wear them a lot," she smiled, and threw a pile of them at me from out of her drawer. I stared at them for a second until she turned around and expected me to get started looking through them.
"I know, it's a lot, but my parents spoil me rotten. Being an only kid has its advantages, right?"
"Umm, in a way," I agreed yet disagreed, since my parents would never buy me the type of things I enjoyed, they preferred to only buy it when they had no other choice and I needed new clothes.
I searched through the pile; it was all mini skirts in bright colors or jeans. They all had belts attached to them, that wouldn't have caught my fancy any other time before, but I was looking for something Danny would like, something that could catch a guys attention, although I guess I wasn't really all that good at that.
"I don't really know… which one do you think?" I asked her, and she shrugged, "I dunno, any of them will work."
I grabbed a jean one, that had a bright purple belt on it with beads that dangled down the sides of it, it was about the closest to my regular purple that I liked, and after all, it was a little cute. Yes, I do call things cute, just not that often, and I really couldn't believe I was going to wear prep clothes.
"Ok, I have the perfect shirt to match that," she smiled, and grabbed the shirt out of her drawer as though she knew exactly where all of her clothes were at, she must have remembered everything she owned, but I sure never would have. I guess that was something you got when you were a prep or something.
It was purple and had one of those double-layered features to it, and the front hung down kinda low and was probably a little showy, but that was all right, I guess if I could look good in it, I was going to try for it. It was a light purple with some dark purple strips that were outlined in black, which made it look a little darker and probably fit me better, which was probably why she grabbed it for me. Although, I guess a lot of people would be more impressed if they saw me walk into the door wearing pink that would really make people notice me.
"Ok, cool," I said, and she replied, "Try it on, the bathrooms right across the hall."
"All right," I agreed and walked across the hall to try them on, luckily we were pretty much the same size, she was a little shorter than me, but by just a little bit, other than that, there was no difference in our size.
When I first got it all on I was afraid to look into the mirror. The skirt was wavy, it wasn't one of those skin tight straight ones, I would never wear something like that. It went down to about a little shorter than half-way to my knees, and the belt dangled down to add that specialness to the plain skirt. I was afraid to look at myself though, I could all ready tell it was way to bright of clothes, and it was going to look weird. Although, when I finally got the courage and looked up, I could hardly tell it was me, just by the clothes change. The shirt fit tight against my skin to show off, which was nice in a way, especially when I was trying to attract someone, and the skirt fit perfectly towards the look, in fact I could have made the perfect prep.
I walked back into her room with it on, and as soon as I walked in there she smiled at me, like as though she made the perfect match for me.
"Now, we need to change your make-up," she said to me, and I looked around nervously, I wasn't going to be me by the time she was through with me. She pulled out a case full of stuff from under her bed, and flipped through the eye shadow, then pulled out a darker color purple.
"Matches you, plus the outfit," she told me, she was trying to make this the least painful as possible, I guess.
"You know, once we get you all set up, I bet you'll be better than any of the preps!"
"I don't think I would go that far…" I said, thinking about my pale skin, dark temperament and well… of course lack of being all happy all the time. Although, I guess I could change that too, but my attitude was what made me, me. I wasn't about to change that, because if people couldn't accept me for me, then I wasn't going to deal with them.
"Well… we could take you tanning…" She suggested, almost as though she wanted to, I guess it would be something fun, and we could get to know each other better the more time we spent, but I wasn't into tanning that much, although I could go out in the sun a little more, and work on it that way.
"Nah, I think this is enough for me for one time…"
"Yea, I know. Never thought I could get you to even go this far," she said, and pulled out some more things, such as eyeliner, blush, and other things like that to make me 'fake'.
"Don't worry, I'm not diseased," she said, not knowing whether I was paranoid to use something after someone else had, but I didn't really care. After all, she was the closest I had to a friend, I trusted her.
"I know you aren't," I laughed a little, but in yet was a little worried to get 'changed' from the dark me, to a more brighter funner me, that I really didn't know I had, and still didn't know. We both sat down on her bed, and she began pulling things out and getting to work on me, luckily I hadn't been wearing anything, cuz well… it wasn't easy to get it off all the time.
"Done," she said, after what seemed like hours, well I guess that's also cuz it freaks me out when people are touching me, and it took me a while to get used to it.
"Should I be afraid?" I asked her, and she shook her head, and we both laughed.
"No, you look pretty," she promised me, and I sat up and walked over to the mirror with my eyes closed, then opened them to see what she made of me. I was surprised for a second; my face looked so much brighter and well… I didn't look like me at all. Well, besides the fact that I looked like me, but I had a touch of girlyness to me, that I never had before, and never dreamed of having, well didn't want to have it.
The eye shadow was put on professional looking, and perfect. It was a shade of purple that matched my eyes perfectly, and then some more glitter around my eyes, that were just glitter to add more to it. There was also lip gloss on, and a million other things probably, but I know I just looked plain… preppy? I guess I could have been one, now all I wanted to know is what people would think of me when I walked in the door like this tomorrow…
Ok, a LITTLE dull, but hey, it can't be the most interesting all the time. I know.. it was pretty much just explaining what things looked like, but that's ok, next chapter will be… more talking! Yay talking! Anyways, please review so I know how many are reading!
