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Michelle's apartment was cramped with useless junk. I had to make a path to just sit on the couch. The TV was blaring some episode of 16 & Pregnant I'd never seen so I kicked back and focused on the crying hormonal chick on TV.

"Charlie, feet off the coffee table!" Michelle scorned me and plopped down on the dark blue cushion.

"Sorry," I mumbled and dropped my feet to the floor. Like my feet on the table was going to make this apartment any worse than it was.

"Sorry for the clutter," Michelle apologized, probable reading my thoughts. "Moving is not fun!"

She looked both ways and pulled open the drawer of the small table next to the couch. I watched as she pulled out a pack of Marlboro menthols and lit a cigarette.

"Chris hates when I smoke," Michelle blew a puff of smoke and turned towards me and sing-songed, "but he's not here right now."

Chris was out getting a few things Michelle needed at a few stores around town. She had him so whipped it wasn't even funny.

"So Charlie…" Michelle gave me that look. Oh hell. She was planning something. "Have you ever gotten a makeover?"

"No Michelle and I don't want one," I replied. I thought I looked okay today. I was wearing normal blue jeans, a black shirt, with a light plaid over shirt. I looked fine.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" She hopped up off the couch and took off for the hallway. "Hold on!"

She came back around the corner with a huge black and grey case in her hands. Dropping it on the floor she pried it open and displayed what was inside. The top two rows were nothing but make up and the bottom held dozens of hair products.

"Michelle, I'm not..."

"Oh yes you are!" She grabbed a few make up brushes out of the side pocket and waved me down next to her.

What the hell. What did I have to lose? Michelle would be happy and I could wash it all off as soon as we got back to the hotel. Giving in, I slumped down on the floor and sat criss-cross in front of the make-up trunk.

"Whatever you're gonna do, get it over with," I mumbled as Michelle grabbed a few bottle of something out of the bottom.

"I'm gonna work on your hair first," she announced and crawled over behind me.

What was wrong with my hair? It was washed, brushed, and pulled up into a bun. It looked cute I thought.

Michelle pulled it out of the bun and began slowly brushing it down the sides of my face and shoulders. She kept going on about how pretty it was and its "beautiful healthy glow." I'd swear she was hitting on me if she wasn't so in to my brother.

"Have you ever French braided your hair?" she asked, brushing my bangs out of my face.

"I think once when I was little," I replied, "Why is that what you're doing?"

"Maybe," Michelle chirped. "Your hair is so easy to braid, it's like straight but it's got some weight to it. It's a lot nicer than Chris' hair."

"Chris has my dad's hair," I explained, "I was lucky enough to get my moms."

"Lucky girl," Michelle chuckled as she began tightly braiding my hair. It hurt a little bit but I wasn't going to say anything. Michelle was doing something nice; I didn't want to complain about hair. I'd broken plenty of bones playing Lacrosse back at school. I hope ASU had a Lacrosse team for when I transferred next semester.

"So Charlie got a boyfriend?" Michelle asked.

"No." I replied, "And about the Ryan thing…"

"Ohh," Michelle sucked in a sharp breath, "sorry about that, I had no idea he was ya know…"

"Gay."

"Yeah that," Michelle replied.

"How'd you finally find out?" I asked as Michelle crawled back over to the makeup case.

"Well, Erica…" Erica was Ryan's sister. She and Michelle were good friends. "She kinda walked in on him making out with a guy."

I laughed, "Did she say who?"

"Yeah…" Michelle reached in the case, "her boyfriend, Chase."

I nearly keeled over laughing, "you're fucking kidding!"

"I wish I was!" Michelle finally laughed along.

"That's too good," I cackled, "Erica must be pissed."

"Eh," Michelle shrugged, "she's alright. She was cheating on him anyway."

"No way!" I gasped, "With who?"

"She never said…" Michelle bit her lip, "but she was def cheating on him though. She'd always talk about this guy who'd take her out and she'd tell Chase she was these meeting for people who used to cut themselves."

"Did Erica really used to cut herself" I timidly asked.

"Oh god no!" Michelle replied, "she just made that up so Chase wouldn't ask questions."

I nodded and leaned forward as Michelle applied some lip gloss to my lips.

"Rose is the perfect color for your skin tone." She babbled on as she applied more color and glass. Next she took out a cylinder of powder and instructed me to close my eyes.

POOF! She smacked some on my face and I erupted into a fit of coughs.

"Jesus girl, hold it together!" Michelle laughed as I caught my breath.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I yelled.

"No," Michelle pulled out a tube of mascara, "but you look gorgeous."

"Thanks," I shut my eyes and rolled them under my lips. Michelle painted on the mascara and told me to blink a few times.

"Michelle," I began, my eyes still closed, "do you know anyone named Olivia?"

"I don't think so, why?" She asked.

"It's nothing, I just met this girl at the airport and she said her name was Olivia. She had this heart problem. She's from around here and I didn't know if you knew her."

"How do you know she's from around here?" Michelle asked, "didn't you meet her at the airport."

"Yeah…" I sighed, "she was kinda, dating someone from around here and I just figured."

"Ohhh," Michelle winked, "who's she dating? Gossip!"

"Just this guy," I replied, "Garrett."

"Garrett Nickelsen?"

"Yeah how'd you know?"

Michelle smiled and slammed the make-up box shut. "I know my Maine boys. I might not have been here that long, but trust, I know the gossip on those boys."

"So Garrett and Olivia are pretty serious huh?" I asked, already knowing my answer.

"Yeah, they've been together for a few years. She's gorgeous huh?" Michelle stood up and cradled the box in her hands. "You like him huh?"

"What, who?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Garrett. That's why you asked me about Olivia. You like him."

"I can't like someone I don't know," I replied.

"Sure you can," Michelle shrugged, "I liked Chris before we were friends. I thought he was cute and had pretty eyes. We barely talked until senior year."

"But that's different," I replied, "You and Chris grew up together. You might not have been friends, but you weren't strangers."

"We might as well been," Michelle balanced the box on her knee, "don't worry Charlie, you'll find someone. You've got a state full of new boys to meet."

"I guess you're right," I sighed and hopped back up on the couch, "but what guys gonna want to talk to me? Oh hey guys, I'm Charlie from south Florida. My brothers in a band and I could most likely kick your ass. Let's hang out!"

"Oh shut up!" Michelle exclaimed, "have you seen yourself?"

"No," I replied, "I already know what I look like. I look like that girl version of Chris Kamrada with a bad nose job. I get it."

"No Charlie I'm serious," Michelle plopped the case down on the couch and dug through a box tucked behind the coffee table. She pulled out a hand mirror and handed it to me.

I studied my own reflection and was taken back. I actually looked…pretty. My hair was shimmering in the summer sun and my Michelle was right about the rose color, because my lips looked great. The charcoal mascara around my lashes made my blue eyes pop and I found myself looking quite…presentable.

"Wow," I gushed, "Michelle, I look…"

"Hot," she interrupted me, "you're hott Charlotte, get over it."

She plucked the case off the couch and began heading for the hallway.

"Okay, one more thing," she smiled as she turned around on her heels.

"I'm going to pick you out the cutest outfit and I'll be right back."

"Michelle you don't have to…" but she was already gone. What did I need an outfit for? We were just chilling in the apartment, who cared what I was wearing.

10 minutes later Michelle returned with a denim shirt and a navy tank top.

"I'm not wearing that," I scoffed at the idea.

"You better or I'm not taking you to your surprise!"

"I'm getting a surprise?"

"Not if you don't go get dressed!" Michelle exclaimed.

What the hell. "Ugh," I groaned and slid off the couch, "where's the bathroom."

"It's over there but there's no curtain yet so change in my room." She pointed me down the hall and I pushed the door open.

Stepping inside I felt like I had just taken a few hits from a bong. The entire room was coated in an underwater teal color and everything was in perfect place. How could the living room look like someone threw up cardboard boxes everywhere and her bedroom look like this? Michelle was odd to say the least.

I slipped out of my jeans and kicked them off my feet. Pulling on the skirt I hoped and prayed it would fit. I was sure I had wider hips than Michelle's but it slid right on. Shrugging out of my over shirt I pulled off my black shirt and unhooked the straps of my convertible bra. The tube top slid on over my head and I pulled it down until it fit right on top of my boobs. Twirling in front of Michelle's big mirror I had to admit I actually looked cute.

Grabbing my clothes, I left the room and called for Michelle.

"How do I look?" I asked as I turned the corner. Michelle sat at the breakfast counter eating a muffin and turned in her seat.

"Charlotte, you look amazing," she exclaimed.

"Okay, let's get this straight!" I wagged my finger as I walked closer, "you can paint my face and dress me up like your little play doll or whatever but DO NOT call me Charlotte; the names Charlie, makeover or not."

"Fine fine," Michelle hopped off the stool, "let's go!"

"Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see," Michelle grabbed her keys and shut off the TV. Wherever we were going I hoped no one I knew, or was going to know, saw me like this.

***

"Ta da!" Michelle announced as we pulled into the parking lot of a video store.

"Michelle…we're at ghetto Blockbuster."

"Oh shut up!" She slapped my arm, "you don't know who works here huh?"

"No…I don't. I've been In Arizona for two days…"

"Well, you'll see soon," Michelle winked and hopped out of the car. I stepped out and watched as the sun was setting over the hill.

"Hold on Michelle, I'll meet you inside. I have to get a picture of this." I grabbed my camera out of the backseat and began jogging across the parking lot. I reached a metal railing at the end of the bridge and began snapping picture after picture.

I looked around and no one was in sight, I should be safe. I hopped up on the bottom rim of the railing and leaned over the edge. The ground below was full of people walking through what looked to be a park. I snapped a few pictures and hoped no one would look up.

"Get any good shots?" a voice asked from behind me. I jumped and nearly fell over the railing. Soon I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me down off the railing and safely back on the ground. I whipped around to see that face of my savior.

"Holy shhh," I whispered.

"Oh my god, It's John Ohh!" John O'Callaghan mocked in a fangirl voice.

I nervously giggled and slowly inched away from the railing, "so I'm just gonna go…" I took off towards the video store and slightly looked over my shoulder. John was a few steps behind me, slowly walking with his hands tucked in his pockets. Finally I stopped and turned around.

"Are you following me?" I asked, the nerves bubbling in my esophagus.

"I'm making sure you don't fall again," John laughed.

"Oh right," I murmured, "I should be fine though, thank you."

John shook his head laughing a kept walking. I picked up the pace and was soon ahead of him again. I reached the steps to the video store and turned to see if John was still behind me. He climbed the steps and gave me a smile. This new look was already not working towards my benefit.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, as I reached the door.

"Yes, you can open the door," John laughed.

"Why would I do that," I replied.

"Because if I don't, I'm going to be late to work," he reached for the handle and I kept the door shut.

"Wait, you work here?"

"Yes," he rolled his eyes, "my dad owns the place, and if you don't let me in not only will I get fired but I'll also face the shirt at home."

"Oh sorry," I opened the door and followed John inside.

"Now who's following who?" he teased.

I spotted Michelle at the counter and paced up to her side. John pushed past a tiny half door and tossed his jacket in a back room. An older man stood in front of Michelle and they looked to be deep in conversation.

"Watch out for this girl, Dad." John said as he pinned his name tag on his shirt, "she's a feisty one; I can smell the late fees from here."

"Who this girl?" Mr. O'Callaghan laughed, "don't worry about her, Johnny boy. Her friend here just got her a job interview."

"A what?" I exclaimed.

Michelle gave me a looked and waved me over, "come here!" she hissed.

"Michelle, what the hell did you do?" I whispered, once we were down an aisle.

"I'm getting you a job," she smiled.

"I don't want a job! I go to school, I play Lacrosse, I don't work."

"Now you do," Michelle whisper-yelled, "do you know who works here?"

"Uhm I don't know, John Ohh?" I guessed.

"Obviously, dumbass. But do you know who else works here?"

"Obviously not, dumbass!" I mocked her.

"Garrett!" she exclaimed.

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