Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Four | Writing Corner

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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.

“Did you call my dads’ yet?” I asked as I applied the foundation. Can’t forget the ears and neck. The beauty gurus would be proud. Zack answered my question by whipping out his phone and dialing my Dad. I take that as a no. Dad picked up by the third ring, out of breath. I blushed as Zack wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “How is it going there in the apple?” Dad asked once he caught his breath. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was up too before Zack called. A workout of course. “It’s going, great sir. M is doing my makeup as we speak.” Daddy Dearest gasped in the background. “Are you pulling my leg? My daughter, Madeline, is applying makeup?” I rolled my eyes at the dramatic antics by my father. “We’re going to a Pastel Goth club in two hours.” If my two fathers found this to be strange, they didn’t voice it. Zack continued the conversation for a few more short minutes before ending the call. “They’re so getting down and dirty while you’re gone,” I responded by stabbing him in the gut with the makeup brush. Not funny.

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  “I don’t know about you but I feel ridiculously confident in this outfit,” Zack said as he did his own version of a catwalk down the hotel hallway. I laughed and followed his lead. Once again Zack was dead on the money. The outfit so different then my usual attire made me feel strangely confident. “I don’t know about you but I want to dye my hair in a crazy color!” Zack shot me the are-you-serious look. Oh hell yes. Dead serious. Change is good. Plus if I hate it I can always dye my hair back brown. “Tonight is going to be.” Pause. Oh no. Please don’t. “Wait for it.” Another pause. “Legend-” Pause for dramatic build up. “-dairy!” I rolled my eyes at the Barney reference before hailing a cab. “You’re such a dork!” Zack chuckled before throwing his arms over my shoulder. “Oh, and don’t you love me for it!” Once in the cab, Zack continued to show just how much of millennials we are by taking selfies and uploading the best one onto Instagram. “You should get Instagram so I can tag you in all of the pictures.” He mumbled as he scrolled through his feet. I gasped when I saw the picture of me sleeping in his arms, covered in greasy chicken nuggets and fries. “Hey! Delete that right now!” Zack rolled his eyes and tapped on the picture to browse through the comments. “Boy, some of these f.uck boys are thirsty!” He stated and I simply shook my head and returned my attention to the window.

“You’re the worst!” Zack ignored my snide comment and continued to scroll through his own Instagram pictures, opening a picture here and there to read the comments. Once he stalked his own feed for ten minutes, he moved onto stalking those of celebrities. I rolled my eyes when he found himself on Kylie Jenner’s Instagram page. The boy was obsessed with the young social light. “I f.ucking knew she was pregnant!” Zack gushed as he tapped onto the now famous picture of her holding Stormi’s little hand. “She’s twenty years old and she just had a baby. Holy shit man. Can you imagine that two years from now you could be a mother?” I choked on my own spit. “Oh hell no. I don’t want kids.” Zack rolled his eyes in response. “You shouldn’t be talking too much. You’re twenty-five. You know your mom is going to start hounding you to settle down and tie the knot soon.” I sneered and Zack groaned dramatically, throwing his head back into the seat and closing his eyes. “The women should just relax already. I just got back from deployment and I just need to relax and do nothing for like a year.” Zack groaned and continued to rant about his mother and her desperate need to marry Zack off before he can run back to the army. “Are you seriously going back in September?” My heart clenched at the idea of Zack on the battlefields. Now that we’ve grown closer, I couldn’t help but worry that my friend would die in the dirt in some foreign country. Zack noticed my distress and pulled me into his arms. “It’s only for six months and then I’m done. Then you will be stuck with me forever!” Zack cackled in his iconic evil laughter. It wasn’t long before I joined him. The big goofball always managed to put a smile on my face. The cabbie glanced to the backside from the rear-view window and I simply smiled back. The poor bloke probably thinks we’re nuts. After awhile Zack returned his attention to stalking the famous Kardashian family. Ten minutes later the cabbie rolled to a holt before the club entrance. The neon lights lit up the night in bright colors. Dark Pink. A fitting name for the people spilling out of the open doors. “Let’s go make some awesome memories!” I squealed in excitement before dragging Zack out of the cab who hastily paid the cabbie. “And some awesome pictures!” Zack added and I rolled my eyes. Instagram obsessed dork.

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