It's Only Temporary

Elaine- Chapter 5

Recap:

"She's all your's."

Me and Rico both looked at Alec in confusion.

"When I get back, she better be at least half-way presentable." He said with finality in his tone as he turned around, "I'm heading home for a few- call me when you're done!" He shouted as he walked away.

B-But... what about school?

What the holy fudge nuggets is going on?

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Chapter 5- Makeover from Hell

Elaine's POV

Hold on... what does Alec mean by "she's all yours"?!

"Alright then... I guess we have no time to lose!" Rico suddenly sighed. I watched, completely clueless, as he spun on his heels and walked away from me, in the opposite direction Alec had left. Suddenly, I was left standing in the middle of the room alone.

Again: What the holy fudge nuggets is going on?

"You coming?" Rico suddenly asked, peering over his shoulder at me as he continued to walk away.

"Wait!" I shouted after him, quickly running to catch up, "What's happening?!" I question, feeling completely confused and left out.

Rico finally stopped walking, allowing me to catch my breath.

A quick observation about Rico: He seems to be quite the sour person.

"...Depends on which version you choose. Would you like the honest answer, or would you prefer sugar-coated?" Rico asked after a moment of hesitation.

"Um... Honest answer?" I was never one to beat around the bush, I'd rather just be given the truth and get it over with.

"You're a complete mess and Alec is embarrassed by your existence. But you need not worry, all messes can be cleaned. All you need is a little make-over..." Rico paused for a bit, seeming to decide what to say next, "But, honestly? You're such a mess that you need professional help. That's why I'm here, Alec has assigned me to clean the monstrosity that is your face."

My jaw dropped at the pure bluntness of his statement. Another observation: Rico is very blunt.

"Yeah... your face is a mess. Speaking of messes, there's also your hair, attire, eyebrows, nails, mustache-"

"Mustache?!"

"Yes, you have a mustache growing over your upper lip that is in dire need of a waxing."

I quickly reached up to my upper lip, in search of the traitor hairs. I gasped as I, indeed, felt some baby hairs below my finger tips. Once I found it, I glared down at the short man, "Don't you think you're being a little rude?" I accused.

Rico shrugged, "You asked for honesty, I gave you honesty."

"Well, I change my mind. I want the sugar-coated version now."

"Too bad. We're too far in the honest version to go back now." Rico told me before waving it off, "But before we clean you up, I should get to know you first."

"Why?"

"It's just better if I know what type of person you are. That way I can determine what kind of make-over you need." Rico explained.

"Okay?"

"Favorite color." Rico jumped right in, leaning against the wall as he questioned me.

"Uhhh... how is that relevant?"