A/N: Yup, this is now an on-going story guys ;D. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 2: Makeover

After looking over the pros and cons of the situation, Clare decided to stop over at Eli's house, bringing us to Clare's current situation.

Clare wanted to laugh. She really did.

Poor Adam couldn't sneak away quick enough to escape Eli and Fiona's clutches. Needless to say, the results of the makeover were not pretty… at least in Adam's point of view.

Right now, Clare was waiting for Adam to wash the make-up off his face in Eli's bathroom, still stifling her giggles. When she found Adam, he was wearing clothing that showed off his slim and, if it didn't offend Adam greatly, girly figure. With the newly styled hair, Clare could say that Adam looked like Jordan Todosey… but the last time Clare described Adam's physical characteristics as such, she had to deal with a crying, pouting Adam Torres for nearly 5 hours.

It wasn't fun.

Finally, Adam exits the bathroom in his usual clothing, looking much more comfortable than he did a few moments ago. He playfully glares at Clare.

"I hate you."

"You should at least be happy that I didn't leave you alone with those two for the whole day. I even got you your clothes!" Clare says, gesturing to the baggy pants, shirt, hoodie and his cute beanie.

"True, but…" Adam says before Clare interrupts.

"Great! Now let's get out of here before Eli and Fiona realize you're missing."

Clare begins to try to sneak out of the house before she is grabbed by Adam and is dragged to the living room… and in Clare's eyes, the opposite direction of freedom. She merely had one thought in mind.

'Adam Torres, you sneaky bastard...'

When arriving in the Goldsworthy's living room, Clare sees Eli and Fiona checking over their make-up supply. With smiles on their faces, the two approach Adam and Clare. She gulps. 'Damn you, Adam Torres, damn you to hell.'

"OMG, I can't believe you were able to get Clarey to come over!" Eli says, pulling Adam into a hug and kissing him on the cheek. Adam twitches and wipes Eli's germs off his face. Whatever Eli caught to change him into this probably could have been contagious and Adam was definitely not willing to find out if it was.

Meanwhile, Clare gapes. "You PLANNED this?" 'I hate you, Adam.'

Adam merely smirks back at her. "Think of this as payback for ditching me with Eli and Fiona for over 2 hours."

Fiona hooks her arm in Clare's. "Don't worry, Clare. By the time my boy, Eli, is done with you, you won't even recognize yourself!"

Unsurprisingly, Fiona's statement does not make Clare feel any better.

Clare kept her eyes closed throughout the entire makeover, truly scared to see what exactly Eli had done with her. She pictured herself with badly dyed blond hair and clothing in neon pink, skipping with Eli and Fiona in the halls of Degrassi. That look was worse than how she originally looked like in 9th grade/Seasons 8 and 9. Clare willed herself not to cry at how she could possibly look like right now.

"Aaaand, done! Hon, you look absolutely FABULOUS, if I do say so myself!" Eli says, sounding mighty proud of himself. Clare wonders if her ex-boyfriend really did do a good job with the makeover.

She hears a small amount of snickering in the background coming from Adam, indicating that he probably didn't. "Oh yeah, you definitely made her a real looker, Eli." 'I really hate you, Adam.'

"You did a great job, Eli! It really suits her!" Fiona says, grabbing the mirror for Clare. "Open your eyes. You should totally see for yourself, Clare."

'Here goes nothing.'

Clare opens her eyes. Bad idea.

"What do you think, baby girl?" Eli was by Clare's side, his eyes sparkling, probably waiting for the gratitude that Clare was supposed to show.

But Clare was feeling something far from gratitude. She wasn't too sure what she was feeling because she was currently analyzing her makeover.

The good news was that Eli did not dye Clare's hair. The bad news was everything else.

Her short hair was still curled. However, now it was teased upwards with hairspray or hair gel. Though Clare thought it really didn't matter at this point.

The makeup on Clare's face was horrendous in her opinion. Her eyebrows were arched and angry looking, later realizing that they were penciled-on to look like that. The lipstick she was wearing was blood red and the thick eyeliner made Clare look almost like a raccoon.

A chola.

Eli Goldsworthy made her a freaking chola.

Clare screamed, breaking the mirror Fiona was holding.

To be continued...