Different

Chapter Seven: Makeup

I knock on the door, and it takes about... 3minutes until Amy answers.

"Hey, glad you didn't bail." She says and hugs me. She's cold, and smells like sweet ice cream.

I give a fake smile, and wait until she says come in.

"Well? what are you waiting for? Come in." She says taking my hand and pulling me inside the house, that's categorized in a 1970 look.

It smells like ice tea, and there are two set of stairs, and in between them is another pathway that leads to some other location inside this house.

I follow Amy upstairs, and into an all red room. She shuts the door behind us. And smiles wide at me showing those teeth.

"Let me see your outfit." She twirls me around and her facial expression isn't happy anymore.

When I look at her outfit, she's wearing a strapless top with ruffles on the bottom, and white shorts, with heels, mighty high. Her hair is in a ponytail, and she has a bang that's covering half of her forehead, swooping down to behind her ear and to her shoulder.

"Yeah... You're wearing one of my outfits." She pushes me on a queen sized bed of hers, and I watch her cluelessly look in her closet for an outfit.

Ten minutes passed and she hands me a hot pink long sleeve shirt, and high waist shorts that are light blue, with little strings picking out the bottom. I shake my head and push it back at her.

"Listen, your only wearing it for about three to five hours?" She pushes it back at me. "Besides, you're wearing heels, it's gonna be worse."

I take the clothes, and forcefully walk to the bathroom to change. When I put the outfit on, my legs are showing, and they're super high. My bandage is showing. When I out the shirt on, it hugs me a bit too much.

A knock comes to the door, and I already know it's Amy so I open it, and look down at myself.

"I don't like it..." I say shyly, and try pulling down the shorts.

"I think it's kind of hot." A manly voice says. When I look up, I meet hazel peanut butter brown eyes.

I shut the door, and start breathing quickly. I hear him laugh, and open the door.

"I need to pee." He says smiling. He's still only wearing boxers.

I run past him, and back into Amy's room, and she looks at me.

"Oh you look good. You know how to walk in heels? Thats great. Now about that bandage." She walks up to me, and snatches off the bandage.

I back up, and she hold her hands up.

"Listen, I have magical juice that can heal it. Instantly. Just close your eyes and drink what I put to your lips."

I shake my head and back up.

"Just do it. I promise it's not anything to be worried about."

I sit down on the bed and close my eyes. A thick liquid that taste irony is poured into my mouth and I drink. It taste awful. I open my eyes and instantly she's by her dresser, and puts something in the drawer. I put my hand to my mouth, and feel thick liquid. When I examine my finger, the liquid is black.

"What is it?" I say faintly.

"Magic." She says smiling, with hot red lipstick on.

I give a fake smile and look at my thigh. It's flawless. Could you ever believe such thing as magical thick black liquid?

Amy pulls me up, and sits me down by her satin black vanity set, and starts stroking her hands in my hair.

"Lets give this some sass."

I frown, and she curls me a bang, and curls the tips of my hair, then teases it to make it a bit more thick. She turns the rotatable chair her way and starts putting makeup on my face. When she's done she turns me back to the mirror and smiles.

Hot pink lip stick, fake eyelashes with a liquid eyeliner wing, and light blush in my cheeks. I feel brand new.

"Now we're ready to go." She says smiling.