chapter 9: makeover

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| Luke |

I sat there on bench of the mall, on my Nokia phone with the rest of the guys for our second lesson to being ‘cool’. Surprisingly, even Michael showed up. Despite his choice of seating on the other side of the bench from us.

A panting Mikaela then rushes through the big door which makes her curls flow in every direction.

“Sorry I’m late—I had to ride my…bike..all…the way here.” She says in between breaths. She grabs Calum’s smoothie and takes a huge sip from it.

“Hey! That’s mine!” he pouts.

“Okay anyways, as I was mentioning the day before that we’re going to meet here for our next phase. And you all know why we’re here,” she starts.

Everyone yells out different answers;

“Shoes!”

“A monkey butler.”

“Some bling!”

“A better phone.” I mutter under my breath.

“Okay, we’re all kind of here for all those –except the monkey butler.” She looks over at Michael.

“Then why am I here?” he gawks.

“Because you could walk and you need to stop being so lazy.” she shot back.

“Ugh. Fuck you guys.”

“We love you too!” Ashton gushed.

“So as I was saying, you guys are here for a makeover.” Mickey said a-matter-of-factly.

“I’m not a girl.” Michael states.

“You don’t have to be a girl to get a makeover.” She replies.

 “But seriously, why do I need a makeover?” he pushes the conversation further.  Mickey halts and takes him in from up and down.  He was wearing a long sleeved shirt and baggy jeans.

“I should call you virgin Michael from now on.” She mumbles and resumes to her walking.

We all crack up at her reference to virgin Mary.

“And why are you laughing, since you get your fashion advice from Jake from state farm?” Michael shot back at me.

I look down at my khakis that I was wearing. Okay, I admit that was a good one.

“Shut up.” I mentally facepalm myself because of the lame comeback. I loathe him already.

“Dude, this is the most you’ve talked without us having to force you to.” Calum acknowledged impressed at Michael.

“Dude, shut up.” He mocks back before laughing. Which ended in a snort. Damn, he also has a weird laugh.

“This is gonna be a long day.” I sigh under my breath.

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“C’mon guys! Get out of there!” I hear her yelling impatiently behind the curtains.

“I can’t! These are too tight!” Calum yells back.

“They’re supposed to be! It’s called skinny jeans for a reason!”

“But I’m not that skinny!”

“I can’t even walk in these..” I hear Ashton struggling to pull them up.

“Ugh, you guys are all bunch of pussies!” I step out bravely. I’ve worn skinny jeans before so I was kinda used to it.

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