The Family Reunion (On Hold)

Back So Soon?

Kris's POV~

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to see if I needed to help with anything. Then I noticed how dressed up all the girls were. I hope my mom doesn't make me go change.

"Eisha!"

Speak of the devil.

"Yes mama?"

"What are you wearing? Go upstairs and change right now! I'm tired of you acting like some boy. You're a girl bheta, please dress like one."

"I do dress like one! You never let me shop in the boys' section at stores, so all I own are girl clothes."

"Eisha, you know what I mean. Now go change, and put on some makeup. You're 17. Please act like it."

"Yes mom."

I trudged upstairs with my head hanging down. I hated when my mom made me change what I wore and how I acted. I can't be the perfect daughter. It's not my fault I'm not girly! I walked in and went straight to my closet.

"Why are you back up here?"

I swear my heart jumped a mile.

"You really need to stop doing that. It's my room, I can be in here whenever I want."

"Doesn't look like you want to be in here. So, why so down all of a sudden? So far, I think I've only seen you angry, and controlling."

"Hmph. I have to change." I muttered.

"Why? Did they think you were guy wearing a girl shirt?" He chuckled.

"No! Only my mom thinks I look like a guy, that's why I'm up here." He laughed even more at that.

"Your own mom? Haaaahaa."

"Yes now shuddup. I need to think like a girl."

"I can't really see that happening. I mean, I've only known you for like 2 hours, but I don't think you capable of dressing, and thinking, and acting like a girl overall. But I can help you. I have three sisters, I think I know how a girl thinks."

"Oh great, Zayn Malik to the rescue. Not the best idea, but it's worth a shot."

"Good to know we agree on something." He smirked at me, then sauntered over to my closet. "You really need to clean this out. How do you find your 'oh-so-creative' outfits in this mess?"

" I just take whatever I see first. I'm not really into the picking what to wear beforehand thing."

"Obviously, here wear this."

"HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL, IT'S PINK! You expect me to wear that? I didn't even know I owned that. Pick out something green or blue or even yellow, just not pink."

" Why not?"

" Pink brings back bad memories, just pick something else out already."

" Here," he then pulled out a sea green and white outfit. It wasn't beautiful, but it wasn't that bad either. I grabbed it and went to go change.

I got out and he pulled me to my dressing table. "Why do you not have a chair to sit on while you do your makeup?"

"Cause I don't do makeup you dipshit."

"I don't think your mother would approve of your language."

"Do you like annoying me? I swear that's the only reason you talk to me. You just wanna see my blood boil."

"Whatever, just stay here, I'm gonna get a chair." He walked over to my desk and pulled out my swivel chair."This should do."

He pushed me into the chair, then looked at me. "Where's the makeup?"

"WHAT?"

"I know you have makeup, your mum must buy you some, even if you don't like it." He was right, my mum did buy me a little, actually, a lot. I pointed over to my beanbag chair.  

"Flip it over, there's a secret pocket, all the makeup's in there." I said in a bored tone. Then something hit me.

"Are YOU going to do my MAKEUP? Dude, that's gay! I mean, I love gay guys, I would kill for a gay best friend and all but, you aren't gay. Wait, are you?"

"What the hell? No! But I know more than you do. Just sit still." Then he got to work. A little bit of black stuff on my eyes, and some weird cream on my face. And some other stuff on my eyes. I had my eyes closed throughout the whole thing.

When he was done, I open my eyes, but didn't look into the mirror. I turned towards him, "If I look like a freakin clown, I promise you, you will never have kids."

He actually looked scared. I guess I have that affect on people. I took a deep breath and turned around.