Princess || Muke

Punk

Michael groaned loudly. They were in Target. More specifically, the makeup section. The two boys were attracting loads of attention and Michael couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.

"Come on, Luke! Don't you know what kind of makeup you wear?" Michael said.

"Oh I know what kind of makeup I wear. I already have it," Luke said, holding up two full bottles of foundation and extra mascara. "I just don't know what kind of makeup you wear."

Michael's eyes widened and he took a step back. "No way in hell," he said.

"You said we could do anything I like," Luke smirked, "and I'd like to give you a makeover."

The regret on Michael's face was unmistakable. Especially as Luke tested different foundations on his hand to find Michael's color. And then he moved on to lip gloss/lipstick. And mascara. And blush. And eyeshadow. And eyeliner. And maybe some other crap, Michael wasn't completely paying attention. That is until Luke asked him an evil question.

"What brand of hair dye do you use, Mikey?" Luke asked.

Michael froze. He brought a hand up to his hair and said, "No. Not my hair!"

"You know what you said, Michael," Luke said. "What brand?"

Reluctantly he told and reluctantly he put the pink hair dye in the basket. Michael looked like he was going to cry. Pink hair wasn't very punk rock.

Then a thought came to him. "Hold on. If you get to give me a girly makeover, I get to give you a punk one. It's either that or I'm not doing any of this."

Luke frowned and stared down and the basket of cosmetics then back up at Michael. "Fine," he said. "Come on, I need to get you clothes."

"And I need to get you clothes," Michael smirked triumphantly. "Also, we're making a stop somewhere else."

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