Tangled up

Makeup makes the difference

" This place is nice enough but don't you ever want to, you know, get out?" I looked at James in disbelief," You actually think that I'm some sort of hobbit? Well I kinda am but I do go out of the tree house sometimes and go to the market to get food and paint." It was his turn to look at me in disbelief," are you sirious? Thats all you get? Food and paint? How can you survive without a good pack of cigarettes?" With that he took out his lighter and one cigarette from a beaten up pack. But before he could get the flame close enough to light the cigarette I slapped it off his hand," No smoking is perhibitted in this area, you can harm the trees the air and the animals by doing something that will just end up killing you." Smirking, he took out a cigarette and lighted it up before I could say anything," and who's gonna stop me?" I sighed and fell on my beanbag. Over the last few days, James and I have been staying up in my hideout. He said he had to wait until the story died down. I have asked him many times what he did, why he did it but he always just shrugged it off." Make sure you take the fire out properly, I dont want my house to be destroyed by flames." He gave a bark of laughter and continued smoking his killing device. My green beanbag was covered with a purple blanket that I bought at the dollar store the day James arrived. Because I was smaller, I slept on the beenbag and James slept in the sleepingbag. I took out my sketchbook ( I already got it from the ground ) and started sketching James. He didn't move much and his pose seemed to corespond to him so well. He was leaning on the colorful wall, one foot pushing against it. His rough hand was holding the small cigarette close to his lips. His brown-golden-ish hair was messy in a cute boyish manner. I couldn't stop myself from thinking he was indeed very handsome. When I finnaly finished the sketch I couldn't help but admire how it actually looked like him. Smilling I placed my sketchbook aside and stood up, to grab a few cherries from my huge pile. Seeing that, James threw the cigarette to the floor, stomped it a few times and observed it to see if it still has some flames, then sighing, and continued stomping. When he was satisfied with himself he threw it in his bag. He then came to me and took a few cherries from my hand. He jumped on the beanbag and then let himself fall onto it." Sooooo... How about going out and live life?"

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( I wanted to end the chapter here but figured it was too short )

I stared at him as if he had two heads. James was smilling and looked as sirious as ever." Well? You need to leave this place someday, and I dont mean like leaving for an hour and then going back, I mean like leaving forever." He looked at me expectantly and continued," why not make someday, today. I love it here but its getting kinda boring. How could you live here for so long?" Shaking my head I answered," It has been too long since I have actually lived in the 'civilized' world, It would be hard to adjust, and imagine if the police finds me because of the..." I was interupted by James putting a finger on my lips," scisors, hair dye and make up. No one will recognize you." I gasped as my hands flew to my hair," no not my hair!( outsiders reference LOL ) can't we just, I don't know, braid it or something? Or put it in

A bun?" James sighed," fine, but your going to need glasses and lots of make up."

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A few hours later, we were back at the tree house with new shades, lipstick,blush, and other kinds of makeup that would make me look " different. James just decided to get blue contacts to cover his beautiful brown eyes and comb his hair differently. I put my long hair into two large buns, like princess Lea and started to work on my makeup. I put the hot pink lipstick on my lips and just that already made me look so different; I looked fake. I then put the concealer which made my skin look like barbie skin. When I added the blush I looked at myself on my mirror. There I didn't see myself; I saw one of those fake sluts that I hated so much. My tank top and mini short just added to the effect. When I placed my shades on my face it was completely imposssible to recognise myself. Sighing, I looked at James; his hair was slicked to the back and his blue contacts made him look odd in an attractive way. Since my skin color is lighter than his, he took some of my conceler and drew a scar on his cheek. We looked different enough, the police would't suspect us from being the people we really are, but I was stil scared that somehow, someone will see me through the makeup that caked my face.

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Thanks for voting, note the sarcasm. If you guys are really attentive you will see that Squirms has been forgotten. He is still alive but just has been released when James came since he didn't like Squirms much. 2 comments/votes will make me happy. Comment and VOTE VOTE VOTE