Trickery - [BoyxBoy]

"Don't even think about it, Clifford." || 0.5

[skip ahead by two days from the diner. that days was Wednesday, this is Friday, parTAY DAY - MICHAEL AN EITHER WEAR THE BRALET OR CROP TOP YOUR DECISION TO WHAT YOU THINK WOULD BE BETTER HENCE WHY I PUT TWO UP]

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"Ivy keep still, you're going to ruin my masterpiece!" Mikey huffed, his eyebrows creasing together as he painted the last bit of black face paint onto her face. He had been face painting Ivy for the past 2 hours to make her look like the female version of psycho Tate, but there has been a lot of moaning and muck ups.

"But Mikey-" Ivy dragged out the 'I' in his name, sounding like his four year old sister, Luna.

"No buts Ivy! You gotta stop moving about or I'm gonna end up poking your eye out!" Michael finally got her to stop moving, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he swiped the mascara brush over her eyelashes; "There! Finally done! Take a look and tell me what you think." He smiled at her, grabbed a hand mirror and placed it in front of her. Ivy's face makeup made her look exactly like Tate, except for her cheek bones being more prominent and her eyes bright blue.

After the 'thank yous', hugs and kisses they finished up their outfits. Michael sorted his garters out, grabbed his kitten ears and tail, pinning the tail on to the back of his skirt and placing his lacy kitten ears on top of his bubblegum colored hair.

"Ivy, have you got one of your knee length black cardigans? I don't want to be cold on the way there." Mike looked at her through the mirror, watching her as she tied her black Doc Martens up. Grunting and cussing to herself, she stood up straight and walked into her wardrobe and threw the cardigan at Mikey.

"Don't throw up in the pockets again, took me ages to get the sick out." She warned playfully and took her hair down, her natural curls flowing down to her shoulders.

When they were finally ready, they walked downstairs to be greeted by Ashley and Zanthie, dressed up as The Joker and Harley Quinn. The only difference being that Ashley had pink hair, instead of green hair. Ivy shrugged it off and grabbed her leather jack, but Michael stood smirking at Ashley, ready to take the pīss out of her.

"Don't even think about it, Clifford." Ashley pointed her finger at him, making him chuckle and raise his hands in surrender.

When they all heard the horn of Ashley's car, she rolled her eyes and groaned. "Okay, so we've got to drop my brother and his stupid friends off in the center of town, so we'll meet you both at the party?" With that, they all parted ways until the party, Ivy and Michael waiting for their lift.

"So, who's taking us to the party?" Michael asked, as he mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram feed, scoffing at all the selfies of girls doing the duck pout and sticking their arśes and breasts out.

Seriously, it's 2015 and people still do the duck pout? When his phone dinged, telling him he had 100%, he took the phone out of charge and put it in the cardigan pocket.

"Oh yeah, about that.." Ivy scratched the back of her neck and looked down at her feet.

"Ivy? What's going on? Who is picking us up?" Michael crossed his arms and scowled at her, waiting for an answer.

"Um, uhh.. our original ride there said that they had too many people. So, I texted Ashton and asked him if he could give us a lift to the party, as he is going too." She answered, but Michael knew there was something else she was hiding.

"And? What else Ivy?"

"Oh yeah. Lukewillbeinthecartoo." She rushed in one go, and before Michael could change his mind about going to the party, they heard a horn beep from outside, both of them knowing it must be Ashton. Ivy squeaked, grabbed her purse and ran out of the house.