This is my story, Trouble

Ch. 4 Operation V-block Charley

I might or might not have lost the game.
Okay, okay, I hate to admit it but DAMN she is good. I almost won tho. Almost only counts in jeu de boule. I can remember hearing someone say that to me when I was younger. I don't know who, but for some reason it always sticked with me. It came from someone important, I just can't place a face or a name at it.

''Earth to Troubèl ? You owe me a slice of your pizza.'' She grinned as I gave her the slice with a defeated look.

''Don't worry, I'll beat you once, you'll see.'' She said something I couldn't quite understand, but it sounded something like 'yeah sure.' I stood up and throwed my pizza box away. I cleaned up my plate and sat back and just watched how Parrish ate my slice of pizza.

''The party starts in 2 hours, can we start your plan.'' I said while emphasize the word 'plan.'

''Ofcourse. I brought my own make up box, so sit down and do nothing, don't move except if I ask you to, and accept whatever I'm going to do because I won't take 'no' for an answer.'' I was a bit surprised since she said it with such a serious tune and in a way that made clear she meant it.

''Clear mother, just get it over with.'' And with that she starts. Oh god. What did I get myself into.. First she applyes something which apparently is called primer. She made me look so stupid when I asked her what it was. Sorry I'm not a girly make-up girl. While my skin had to take in the primer for the next 10 minutes, she asked me where to find my clothes.

''Why do you need to know ?'' I asked her. She rolled my eyes as if it was the lamest question she has ever heared.

''I'm going to look for an outfit dummy.'' After all it might've been a dumb question. Why else would she need to know where my closet is.

''It's in the closest right from the bed.'' And she runs up my stairs to my bedroom.

''WOW this closet is HUGE !'' She yelled.

''You know you don't have to shout right ? This apartment is small, I can almost hear you if you would whisper. She just ignored my comment and went through my clothes.

''What are you looking for ?''

''A dress, or something like that. Something classy.''

''On the right side of my closet.'' And she walked to the right. After a few minutes she apparently found something, since she started yelling, again.

''GOT IT ! This is it girl, you are going to shine.'' I sighed. What did she pick out. Please don't let it be the dress my aunt bought me when I arrived here. It's not bad, but I don't really like it and it doesn't fit me. It's too cute. She walks down and I was surprised. The cloths she picked out were actually decent and I forgot I even had them.

''Happy ?'' She grinned, clearly pleased with the outfit she found. I grinned at her as an answer.

''I'm going to take that as a yes.'' She walked over to her make up box and took out something like a sponge and foundation. ''Eventhough you don't really need it, I'm still going to applye it since it's going to look better with foundation after I'm done contouring. I might add highlighter, but I'm not sure. I'm also going to make something like a smokey eye, but more shady I think, a bit like a-'' I cut her off as she kept rambling things I didn't understand.

''I don't understand a sh¡t from what you're saying so stop talking, and just start. I want to get this over with.''

''Okay.'' And she started. After 40 minutes she was FINALLY done. She decided to contour my face but she left out the highlighter. She made my eye look gorgeous with some weird eyeshadow ninja thing, and eyeliner. She used some miracle-maker mascara which made lashes look awesome. It made my eyes -well, lenses- come out very good. In the meantime I discovered that she liked the same band as me. Well, she likes the band, I love the band with all of my heart. So I turned on the music. The band is called Twenty One Pilots. At the moment, everyone knows it because of Stressed out, but they made so many songs as good, or maybe even better than just Stressed out. I love their songs.