WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

Twenty

I tiptoed up the stairs and my hand clutched the knob of Chase Jones' room in the middle of the Sunday night. The moon was the only source of light I could squint at.  I turned the knob clockwise and the door opened for me with a silent click which didn't wake up the two humans snoring into their own heavenly dreams, peacefully slouched on the only big bed in the room, which was obviously Chase's. I could see Silvia's tired face, the lipstick marks which I'd sketched on her face with my magic hidden under her triple layered makeup. Her pink blonde hair was ruffled, but still somehow beautiful. I don't deny that she's beautiful, with or without makeup. But I wish she would gobble in all the makeup she wears on her skin down her throat so that her insides turn beautiful too (if that was possible).  I rolled my eyes at her in the darkness.  Never mind, she's never gonna change.

I was unknowingly staring at Silvia, and then sighed heavily when I realized what I was doing. A feeling of defeat spread like fire into my stomach as a small part of my brain was so sure that playing pranks on her and annoying the living bears inside her isn't going to help in changing her...changing her into a nice person. Then I corrected my sentence once again...changing her into a person for now. Silvia groaned inaudibly and shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed. Her hair fell over her face as she twisted in her sleep. This fake makeup beauty...is it going to last forever? One day this smooth skin is going to be wrinkled and this body is going to bend. So why the hell are people spending an unhealthy amount of money for facials, hairdressing and all those stuff? Is it really worth it? I shook my head, wondering why suddenly I ended up thinking like a saint.

Then my eyes fell on The Chase Jones a.k.a the Greek God in the dark unlit room light. His face appeared to glow even in the pitch blackness.  My eyes scanned every detail of his tired, sleeping face, his utter calmness as he sleeps surprising me slightly. I smiled as my eyes hovered over his angelic face.  Oh god, why can't he be ugly?  He looks perfect in ev-er-y single way.  I snapped my head up at the ceiling, annoyed with myself for being weak in shaking off the little teeny weeny tinge of feelings that rushed to my heart every single time I see him.  

Rebecca Corner, what's in your mind is not happening any day soon,  I warned myself.

I remembered why I was here promptly, and realized that I was stepping into a boundary I probably shouldn't.  I whooshed to Silvia's dark pink case, which her mom had sent her yesterday morning when she was informed that her daughter is going to spend her next two days at the Jones' place.  

Silvia's case was open and clothes in all shades of pink lay scattered over it.  My hands rattled over some foundation cream, and some colourless bobby pins with shiny gold speckles, before they settled on what I was looking for.  The orange hair dryer!!  For a few seconds, I was convinced that it was pink too.  But after some hard eye squinting, I figured out that it was orange.  This is probably the only material she owns which is not pink. I pulled out her talcum powder from above the pile of small pink outfits.  

I very silently put the hair dryer and talcum powder in position and stepped back.  I stretched my fingers together and yawned slowly, before flicking my finger at the bottle of powder.  A spiral of almost-invisible-gold waves made their way to the talcum bottle, and the smooth powder in it flew out in forms of bubbles and entered the hair dryer.  A wicked smile spread over my face, as I pictured Silvia using her hair dryer the next morning.  I inhaled a whiff of the rosy smell of her talcum, and before I could stop it---

"Aaachh!'  I sneezed loudly, loud enough to wake them both, and my hand immediately slapped my mouth in horror.  My hands shook a little in fear, and I slowly turned my back to see if someone had spotted me sneaking in a territory I'm usually not seen in.  

Chase Jones was sitting up straight on the bed, eyes as big as ostrich eggs fixed on my petite figure.  

Noooooooooooooooooo!  Before thinking, my finger flew up pointed on his face, and a racket of blinding green light hit him.  A ghastly look took over my face as I watched a frozen Chase in front of me on the bed.  Then suddenly his hands moved to his head and his eyes squinted in pain, before he was knocked down onto the floor, unconscious.  

Oh-oh!  

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