Her Orange Dreadlocks

T.W.O. Sing to me, Beautiful.

[Welcome back guys! I hope that I am able to do this story the same justice as I did six years ago! Here's chapter two rewritten!]

T.W.O.

Eliza was in her room, drying her hair with a black towel.

"Mother, for the last time, this is not a date. Now, if you'd please leave me to put my clothes ON before you start judging them as not good enough for this not-date, I'd really appreciate that." Eliza said as she put the black towel onto her lap, turned, and clutched thetowel that was wrapped around her curvy body, and gazed at her mother, alreadt exhausted from this day.

Eliza's mother had never really listened to her, not when she really should have, at least; and Eliza was good at pretending like she was okay with it.

"Still, Elizabeth. You know how I feel, you should look at least a little presentable. Don't you think?" her mother squawked, impatiently.

Eliza chuckled, "Look, Mom. He told me to dress comfortably. So, I won't be dressing in any of your usual choices for me, and for that, I am sorry." she stated firmly, turning swiftly and walking into her closet. Her quickly mother followed.

"Elizabeth Angelique!" Mrs. Schroeder shouted, raising her voice, "Don't you dare get that tone with me." She caught the look of confusion on her daughters face and softened her voice. "You know how much this deal means to me. I just don't want to ruin it." she whimpered.

"And you think that a dress will fix that? Momma, I'm not stupid, and besides he asked me to dress this way. I won't mess it up, Alright? Now, can I please finish getting dressed? I have two hours until I have to be there and I will probably need all the time I can get to find the place." Eliza explained softly, she hadn't really ever gone to that part of town on her own.

Mrs. Schroeder nodded, obviously beaten; and turned to walk out of the closet. Eliza turned into the closet to dress. She had decided on a faded pair of black jeans, with holes on the thighs and knees; a dark purple t-shirt that was form fitting to her curves, dipped low to accentuate her breasts, the chest piece she'd recently gotten, and revealed the tattoos on her arms. The dress she'd worn last night had only slightly covered her chest piece, and the gloves covered her arm tattoos completely. Eliza wore the same converse from the night before and wrapped a grey flannel around her waist. It was warm outside, so she pulled her locks into a low ponytail behind her head.

Eliza also had three piercings, so she'd returned her silver ring into her nostril, the red barbell into her tongue and a simple silver belly button ring. She had a few earrings in her ears as well, but she'd never removed those anyway.

As the hour passed of getting dressed, and putting on a bit of makeup, Eliza began to grow nervous once again. She was ready to go, so she grabbed the keys to her Beetle, and took one last look at the address that Mr. Warner had given her before exiting the house.

This place was only slightly familiar to her, because it was considered to be sort of party place for all of the kids in her graduating class last year, but she didnt spend a lot of time in this part of town by herself. Eliza had never been invited, nor interested in going to this particular club, though, so she couldn't really remember where it was by heart.

It took her almost forty five minutes to get to the parking lot of Pinheads, a small, dark looking club behind a creepy Relax Inn and a chinese restaurant. Eliza began to think about what she would do if she'd been lied to, or tricked somehow, but broke herself out of her thoughts.

Sighing to herself and rolling her eyes, she stepped out of the car and attempted to get a better look at the place.

"Pinheads, huh? Sounds stupid." Eliza grumbled to herself.