A/N: SOOO NOW THAT SCHOOL IS OVER~! My updates will be a lot more frequent, so you guys won't be sitting on the edges of your seats for another two months… Though, I must say that I'm surprised I got reviews after such a long break. Thank you all so much! And I must thank Ebru Raveniz Gunduz Lestrange for being so beautiful and helping me with this! Thank you~! Now go read, my lovelies~!
"Knock knock, mother fuckers!"
New Years cracked open the door to the bathroom she knew Jack and Pumpkin were in, expecting to find a tied down Jack and maniacal Pumpkin. Instead, she saw Pumpkin smearing on a pale (but normal) skin tone to Jack's cheek, the rest of his body looking almost human. She had covered his dark circles and his hair was pinned back, allowing her to freely touch his face.
Close enough.
"So, I didn't know we were turning Frost gay. I thought it was just Bunny," New Years joked, snickering at her poorly made joke. She could see Jack glare at her from the corner of his eyes, but she received no reaction from Pumpkin. "Whatcha gonna do to his hair?" she asked, hoping for conversation. Pumpkin shrugged. "I was gonna leave it up to you, if you want."
Letting out an ecstatic squeal, New Years sat herself at Jack's feet. By the looks of things, Pumpkin was trying to make him look human. At least, as human as you can look, flying around with white hair. New Years began to dig through Pumpkin's suitcase of a makeup kit, pulling out hairsprays and gels. She laughed as Jack flinched at the sight. "Don't worry Frost. When we're done, you'll be completely sex worthy! Fair enough?" she joked.
Jack huffed, glaring at the two girls. "You know, I don't see why Bunny is going to be turned on by some drag queen wanna-be." Pumpkin snorted. "You won't look like a drag queen. I'm amazing with makeup. It's a part of my holiday~!" New Years nodded. "And I'm awesome. So shut the fuck up. Pumpkin, pass me the blue eye shadow." As soon as a palate of blue landed in New Year's lap, she began to run water over it, rubbing it into the eye shadows.
New Years quickly washed her hands, though this proved difficult seeing as she was still sitting on the floor, and stood up, taking her haul of hair products with her. She first smeared hair gel over the part of his, forcing it to stand up. She then sprayed it up to a perfect standing position. Using the gel still on her hands, she made the rest stand up, concave against the center of his hair.
As Pumpkin then began to add a slight blush to Jack's cheeks, New Years took the blue palate she soaked and began to take strands of Jack's hair, shading them different shades of pale blue. Each shade blended perfectly into one another, forcing her to stare and find where one color ended, and another began.
Pumpkin had just begun to add a light, grey eye shadow when she looked to his hair and squealed. "It looks amazing! But don't forget to put on another thick coat of hairspray or that will all wash off in a heartbeat!" New Years nodded, spraying down the sides before discarding the can again. Pumpkin pulled away from Jack and began to smirk. "Oh god, I would jump your bones right now boy. Now, we just need to dress him up real nice."
"Oh god I changed my mind! I'd rather be alone than- NO. NOT THAT! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
Meanwhile~!
"Valentine, get out of there right now!"
"No!"
"You can't hide in there forever!"
"Yes I can!"
"When did you even wake up?"
"Go away!"
"Why are you in there!? We have work to do!"
"I don't wanna!"
Patrick sighed, his hand resting on the door. It took all of his patience to not break open the door and force Valentine to take a few doses of reality. And he was not known for his patience. "Please let this work," he muttered, his hand going for the knob. He let out a silent prayer before twisting the knob. He sighed. No such luck.
"Do you really think you can out smart me?" Valentine snickered through the door. "Nothing is more powerful than the force of love! And I am love!" Patrick rolled his eyes, despite not having any witnesses for the action. "You aren't love, you dolt," he muttered. Then his eyes widened. Love.
"Yes I am!" Valentine protested, banging on the door for emphasis. "No you aren't!" Patrick yelled. I'm so sorry for this, Valentine. "You can't be love because love doesn't exist!" A knife couldn't have cut through the silence in the air. Patrick could barely hear Valentine's breathing. Apparently that wasn't enough. "Love doesn't exist! No one can be loved! So what's the point of you being here!?"
A shriek could be heard from the other side of the door, followed by a strangled gasp and crashing. Patrick quickly got frantic, banging on the door. "Open the door, Valentine!" "No!" she screamed, slapping the door weakly. "Get the fuck away from me!" Patrick banged on the door, twisting the handle furiously. It didn't even budge. How the hell is she still this strong? It sounds like hell in there.
"You're such a useless spirit!" he screamed in frustration, "You can't make love! You ruined Pumpkin and mine's lives! You can't even keep couples together! You screwing up everything you do is proof enough that love doesn't exist!" The force of those words was enough for blood to splatter against the floor, quickly seeping under the door. Let out another shout, Patrick threw himself shoulder first into the door. It banged open, revealing Valentine, laying against the side of the bathtub.
The entire bathroom was red. The front of her dress was dyed a nasty shade of crimson, only worsening as she furiously scrubbed at them with the palm of her hands. Next to her was a bottle of ketchup and a fast food bag.
"You fucking whore!" Patrick yelled, pulling at his hair. She snorted, shrugging. "You were the one who wanted to kill me. Just remember that it doesn't do a damn thing to me unless you mean it. Though I did feel a little ping somewhere in there. Was it when you called me useless," she began to glare, "Or when you claimed I ruined your lives? Keep in mind, I'm the reason either one of you is a spirit." Patrick rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Like hell."
"So, now that you got that out of your system, what do you want?"
AND THEN SHE SAID-
Now, this is what New Years was expecting.
Jack was now tied to the bathroom door handle with Pumpkin's stockings. If Bunny saw him now, he would never let him live it down. Of course, if the plans went right- which has to happen, or this will be a very lame story – then Bunny will be the one tying him up.
Pumpkin had already laid out a white v-neck that was meant to show off Jack's lack-of-abs, while New Years demanded for Jack to wear a pair of black skinnies to see the outline of his… Well, he wouldn't describe himself like that.
Where the hell were they getting these clothes?!
"Jack~!" Pumpkin called from the other side of the room. Jack looked up from the ground to the Pumpkin, who was holding up a leather jacket that looked five sizes too big for him and black work boots. Next to her, New Years held a blue wind breaker and matching toms, with a beanie. He looked between the two of them before closing his eyes and banging on the door.
"Two bangs! He wants my choice!" New Years cheered. "That was obviously five bangs!" Pumpkin protested, "That means he wants my shoes, your jacket, and no beanie!" Jack looked up, almost giving himself whiplash. "How the hell did you figure that out?" he snapped. She shrugged. "I'm your worst night mare. Now I just need to figure out what that is…"
New Years strolled over to where Jack sat, undoing his metaphorical chains. "Go put it on. We'll wait outside." With a lot of complaining from Pumpkin, that did as New Years said they would, leaving Jack to his own devices. He looked at himself in the mirror, unsure if he should have been pleased with his appearance.
He looked human. Mostly. The blotches on his abdomen weren't visible anymore, and he didn't look like a corpse anymore, thanks to Pumpkin. His eyes looked bright, almost well rested. He liked the touch of normality she gave to him.
His hair was painted so many different shades of blue, almost forcing him to think they were the same. He could have stared at it for hours, trying to find what was where. Maybe that's why New Years did it the way she did. To catch people's attention.
He quickly put on the shirt and hoodie, smiling at the causality of the pieces together. It felt like a new version of himself. Not different, just improved. He didn't know if he liked this version better or not. Jack slipped into the skinny jeans, sagging them so he could feel his hips. Watch these be girl's skinny jeans. Huffing, he slipped into the work boots and laced them.
Jack stared at his reflection for a moment for a second before hitting the metaphorical bump of realization.
"Oh Christ I look like a hipster."
A/N: yep. Just saying, Jack's fear is SO important that it lack's amusement. If you figure it out, you get a metaphorical cookie.
New favorite word? Metaphorical.