Changing Him

Chapter 17 - The Halloween Party

This is a very long chapter so go and bow down before me! Haha, just kdding. ;D Listen to the song? Because I totally insist. On the external link is James' point of view in a song.( I recommend that song very, very much) Dress of Alice on the pic.  Aww, James. Why won't you just be a  real person. :( And Harry... and WHY WOULDN'T I JUST BE ALICE?! Okay, before I hyperventilate and have a seizure,

HAPPY READING! ☺

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“Hey, I want to be a vampire.” I said, as I looked around at the eccentric and little Halloween shop a few feet away from our house. There were only a few days before the Halloween party so we’re going shopping. I’m still undecided on what I wanted so Mint decided to help me out. She would go as Tinker bell. “Like, I want some blood dripping. To make it look more authentic, maybe I’ll add a little bit of cornstarch and-“

Mint placed her hands on her hips and wadded a finger towards me. “For the one hundredth time, you are not going to be a freaking vampire, zombie, or a cannibal with a thumb stuck on her teeth.” She commands while taking quick pauses when she was evaluating the costumes that I wanted to portray. She walked towards a table full of accessories and started staring at it with awe.

“But,” I pursed my lips. “That’s what I want to be.” Mint’s mouth made a straight line and she walked towards me, her eyes darting at mine. I felt myself moving backwards and I stumbled on one of the green bean bags.

“You’re not going alone, Alice. Remember that.” She looked at me like some kind of lunatic. “You’re going with a guy Alice, A hot guy. And I’m not talking about some wimpy, insecure, teenage boy,” She popped the bubblegum she was chewing. “A really hot guy that is, so you better do everything you can to look appealing.”

“What if we just give him a Dracula costume as well?” I asked enthusiastically. She returned to me a look that stated; oh, there’s no hope for you. Then she flicked my nose and I frowned at the minimal pain. The owner of the shop, Ms. Witherspoon was watching us cautiously. She was a woman that looked like someone in her late twenties or early thirties. She welcomed us with a smile that wasn’t even near as fake.

“You might want to take a look on that section over there; we have really good finds in that corner.” She requested.

“Thanks Miss W.” Mint replied while snapping her head back on me. “So, let’s go and let the search begin. You are not going to be a vampire or any of that creepy stuff, okay?”

I stood up, dusting myself. “What’s on your mind then?” She smiled and her eyes lightened a bit. She smiled this really creepy smile and gave me a look like she was some kind of makeover host or something.

“I want to make you a princess.”

This is not going to be good.  

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Did I mention anything saying that this isn’t going to be good? Because ironically, what I have been through, is not even the same zip code as good. I mean, for me anyways. Mint spent the hours happy because she finally got her life size Barbie doll. Well, minus the perfect features and the perfect blonde hair. Do you want to know why? Well, let’s see.

We spent the hours trying on tight and ultra thick gowns that made me feel so hot that I actually wanted to go skinny dipping in Antarctica. I almost inhaled a lot of the fabrics’ smell and I thought I was going to suffocate or have a seizure right then and there, but thankfully, I didn’t. The gowns we stumbled across were in assorted colors and had very specific and unique designs. We were about to give up and leave the store when Ms. Witherspoon started suggesting something.