Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | A Coming Of Age Story

4 | Black Eyeliner

Copyright of ButterflyFingers

This chapter nor any other chapter is edited unless indicated otherwise.

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Chapter Four: Black Eyeliner

"Remind me again why this idea is so great?" Zack rolled his eyes at my lingering question. The man did not joke around when he said that he planned to do something crazy every day while we're in New York. "It's something different. Now stop complaining and try not the purple wig!" Zack huffed before turning his attention to the nearby shelves. Zack had the brilliant idea that we should sneak into a Pastel Goth club and just well need new people. Both of our usual clothes were deemed averagely casual at best. Jeans and T-shirts are life. "Nothing fun ever happens inside your comfort zone M. You wanted a crazy adventure and I'm going to give it to you. Come on I saw this in a movie once and this is going to be so much fun!" I sighed before finally nodding in agreement. The boy has a point. I turn and start to pull the long girly pastel purple wig over my head. The shop assistant quickly rushed over when she saw my wonderfully but very much so failed attempt at applying a wig. Zack pulled out a two piece skirt with a little crop top shirt and wiggled his eyebrows. "Now this is so you!" I glanced at the blue dress and reluctantly agreed with Zack. Although it was drastically different from my Iron Man T-shirt, it was in my range of stuff I like. The pastel blue dress was covered in a purple and pink rainbow, bats, hearts, stars, and moons. Perfectly cute.

"Why don't you come over and try on your wig as well?" The wig in question was in pastel blue with a pink strip at the front. Short but wavy. Similar to the fresh baby-faced Justin Bieber. While the shop assistant helped Zack into his wig, I browsed the aisles for his outfit. My eyes landed on a pastel yellow hoodie with a blue horizontal stripe through the chest. It was littered with little stars and would match my dress perfectly. I finished the outfit with a light washed blue jeans overall that was cut of mid-thigh. It would look great with the black stocking. Armed with the knowledge to apply a wig correctly we got everything else we needed. Gothic stockings, big bulky boots and a lot of accessories. Chains, chokes, clip op earrings, bulky skull rings, and enough arm bracelets to reach our elbows. Next stop was Sephora for makeup. "How hard could applying makeup be? I will watch a tutorial when we're back at the hotel." Zack chuckled, doubting my makeup skills before I could even touch a makeup product. His laughter only grew louder when I asked the shop assistant what contour was. The girl, however, was a champ and once she learned that we would be doing a Gothic look, steered us towards black lipstick, eyeshadows, eyeliner. She then continued to walk me through the process and ended the little walk through with a pale foundation. She made me promise that I would blend down our necks.

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"Zack! Have you seen the butt plug sponge? This lady on YouTube says its essential for an even application!" Zack mumbled before stuffing another chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. His attention solely focused on the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashian. "I'm judging you so hard right now." I sneered and Zack responded like any young adult would. He threw a cookie. "Shut up! Like you don't think Kylie Jenner is hot as fu.ck!" I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my laptop screen. The girl was now explaining contour and how we should use a grey tone over the really pale foundation to give the whole Gothic look. "If this makeup look turns into a black smudge, just go with it okay," I said before getting up and moving to the bathroom. Time to start applying the makeup. How hard could it be? I mean I can kind of draw and paint so I shouldn't suck too much of it. "Here is the butt plug!" Zack screamed and threw the blending sponge at the bathroom door. "Thanks! Order some room service. I'm starving." Zack hummed and continued to stuff his face with cookies. I followed the instructions step by step, taking my time in the application. It took a while and a few failed attempts that a makeup remover wipe had to fix but a full two hours later, I stepped out into the hotel room. Zack's mouth dropped open at my appearance and whistled. "Now that is a Goth Up!" He paused. "Do you get it? Glow-Up. Goth Up." Zack trailed off when I didn't abrupt in endless laughter at his joke. I quickly dug into my meal, being aware not to smudge my makeup. "Alright now it's your turn!" Zack groaned in response but moved to face my regardless. "I'm going to give you the Goth Up of the mother fucking century." Zack shot me a glare which only caused more loud laughter to stream from my mouth.