Opposites Attract? ....MY SNOW WHITE ASS!

Chapter Twenty: He won't ever see me that way

It was Halloween night, and of course I got stuck babysitting my stupid little cousins who were both four, because my aunt and uncle have not grown out of their 'partying' stage. Millie and Cody were their names, and currently the boy was pretending a pencil was a plane, and idiotically I allowed Millie to put make-up on my face since they were complaining because I cut their candy hunting short.

I stared at my television, and sighed. Everyone was out partying or 'trick or treating' as if we weren't too old for that.

You are never too old for free candy!

Candy I can no longer eat anymore.

I lost five more pounds thank you very much, and am officially at my goal weight. The greater part of it all is, no one has seen me, including Jill.

"Clown!" Millie giggled, and reached for the tiny round hand-held mirror, "You a clown!"

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the damage she concocted onto my face. Last time she did put my mother's old make-up on my face she made me look worse than the joker.

"Lookie, lookie!" She pleaded, and pouted.

I fluttered my eyes open reluctantly, "Fine, fine..."

Eh, not too bad, I just looked like an elephant sat on my face and farted then took a crap. She put a dark brown color all over my face, along with adding a little black to mix it all together.

"Thank you Millie," I forced a smile, "I am officially ready to meet my prince."

She scrunched up her tiny face and a tiny blonde curl fell into her face.

"SUPERMAN!" Cody shouted as he stood on the coffee table, and spread his arms out wide, "WHO'S THAT BOY?! IT'S SUPERMANNNN!"

No more candy for that kid....

"Cody, get down." I demanded with a huff, "You are going to hurt yourself somehow."

He folded his arms to his chest, and jerked his lips out into a massive pout.

"Remember the monkey story?" I inquired with a raised brow.

"MONKEY! I'M A MONKEY!"

Great....

When did my life become a circus?

Take my brain for scientific research; apparently I don't need it.

The lock struck ten, and I let out a gusty sigh of relief.

"Time for bed kiddos," I announce, a wee bit to gleefully, "Your parents will be here to pick you up when you wake up."

They all whined, hunching their shoulders over as they stood up slowly. I placed a hand lightly on both their backs as I ushered them up to my parent's bedroom. I refused to allow bed wetter's to sleep in my safe haven.

After I forced them to brush their teeth, and put on their pajamas, I ripped the covers down as they hopped in.

I kissed them both on the forehead, "Sweet dreams."

"'Night clown!" They chorused with big grins on their faces.

I chuckled as I shut the light out, and closed the door.

* * *

I was in the middle watching some dumb horror movie, and was just hoping this screaming bitch would just get stabbed already.

It was taking too long so I switched it to another channel which was also playing a marathon of Halloween favorites. This one I did not mind at all, mainly because I worship Freddy Krueger, not for what he did to the children, but how he torments people even in death. Robert England seriously is the reason these movies made it as far as they did.