Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 15

~~ By the way, that sexy theeeng on the side? Yeah, that's Dan Howell's Sexy End Screen Dance. You are welcome (; ~~

CHAPTER 15

“Jodes, some people are coming through the door, are you done?” Noah asked from the other side of the door. Clipping one earing in my lobe I ran over to the door bare foot and threw the door open before running back to the mirror.

“Come in, Noah,” behind me I heard Noah’s heavy feet and once I had the other earing in I turned around. “Ta-Da!” I held my arms out; now that I was done I finally felt the part. My eyes landed on Noah and I started laughing. “Is… is that my onesie?” I asked staring at the PJs he was sporting.

“Yeah, I hope you are okay with it, I didn’t know what to go as and then I saw it on your bed the other day and thought I had it. Do I have it?!” by the tone of his voice he knew he absolutely had it.

“Definitely,” I said grinning. “The tail really suits you,” he saluted and he stepped further in. He was wearing my monkey onesie, the hood of the all-in-one pulled up so that you could see the she-monkey’s features of mascaraed eyes and pouty lips. With his legs hips apart you could see the curly tail falling between them. “So, what are you supposed to be?”

He rolled his eyes, like that was the worst question he had ever heard. “I’m the monkey in Aladdin.”

“You mean Abu?”

“Is that the monkey?” I nodded and he nodded. “Then yeah, I’m Abu!” staring at my face for a few moment a small smile appeared on his face before he let his eyes roam over the outfit I was sporting. Under his gaze I felt my insides melt completely, it wasn’t because it was him looking me over which was a bonus with how beautiful he always looked even with the just-rolled-out-of-bed look I saw him working each morning… it was because of the look on his face. His eyes were warm and his smile also a toasty fire as he looked at me like I was the most interesting pieces of art work in the world. “You aren’t going down like that,” he mumbled.

Well, I’ll take that all back…

“Urm... yeah, I don’t think I look like a slut,” I responded offhandedly.

I definitely didn’t look like a slut. The body of the dress was shaped like the well-known dress Marilyn Monroe wore with the two triangle silks coming thin on the shoulders until large around the breasts, a silky sash keeping the two together and highlighting my tiny waist. The skirt was a voluminous A-line. To make me ‘Zombie-Monroe’ I had gotten to work grubby-ing up the white material and shredding the bottom of the hem up. My makeup was a greeny colour, toning down the paint used to Hulk-ify Cam’s body earlier that day. I looked respectfully dead; I believed.

“No, not that!” Noah jumped in, holding his hands up in defence. “Not that at all,” I relaxed out of my stance and waited for his explanation. “You haven’t got shoes on,” he nodded to my feet. “You’ll probably have your feet stood on so much if you go like that your feet will be broken in the first hour,” I laughed as I realised what he was saying was the truth and walking over to my bed I slid my naked toes into my grey Doc Martens.

“Good enough for you?” I asked, grinning.

“Do you have any other brand of shoes?” Noah asked in bewilderment.

“Yeah, they’re just super comfy.”

“I guess they’re better to ‘get down’ in,” he did an odd circular hip movement that resembled a crappy impersonation of Danisnotonfire’s end of vid sexy hip dance.