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Cotton Candy Lips *current: PG-13*
Alrighty... Umm... This story will probably have... I really don't know yet since this is a totally spur of the moment thing after watching I Love the 90's... So... Here it is!
Cotton Candy Lips
Chapter One
It was a trashy colour. Really, I mean, how many people really try and pull it off so often and make it seem "cool"? Answer being tons of millions sadly. I never understood how they could do it. I mean, if I was ever caught in such a tacky shade of pink, I would hurl... Literally. Cotton Candy pink can not be pulled off by anyone over the age of ten, unless you're a rock star. And most people in the world aren't rock stars or ten year olds into lipstick from top brand names like Avon and Maybaline, and even Bonnie Bell. So mainly, most of the world is screwed beyond belief. Of course, we have to say that any world I would be in has enough pink to classify it. I wouldn't be caught dead in that colour. Degrading is what it is, you know. Showing that light prissy colours like pink and yellow belong on a girls lips. It's stupid. Especially seeing the ditz that wear them. I mean, no one calls me a ditz, or believes it for one second. Frankly, on one wants to believe I'm a girl sometimes, which just spares me the stereotyping of a girl. Dark colours suit me just fine. Which was why you can imagine how mortified I was when my mom takes me shopping and directs me into Claire's to pick out some new colours for my look, and pulls out a Cotton Candy stick of Bonnie Bell lipstick.
"Mom, you do not expect me to ever wear that stupid colour! I mean... Pink itself is horrible, but anything I can buy at a carnival for a dollor on my lips is just beyond stupid. No, I'm not going to wear it." I said it with a roll of my eyes. I couldn't stand being in this store. I hated everything about it and to make it worse, stupid girls were just looking at me while they picked their new studded bracelets from the walls. That made me more mad than disgusted about my mom and her new phase on getting me to be more "girly". I hated how the new fashions were mingling with everything that I have had for the past four years. Stupid new bands with their "punk" fashion, like Good Charlotte, Story of the Year, Avril Lavinge... They were ruining the solid basis I had. All the ditzy girls who were high on their happy lives beginning to go into my stores and buy my kind of clothes. And of course, come into stores like Claire's to buy second rate things. It was crap.
"Katlyn, don't take that tone with me! I've been patient... For four whole years with your black and all those depressing colours and now I'm going to end it. I'm sick and tired of passing your room up whenever I'm doing whites or lights for the laundry and only coming up to get your darks! You are going to get some colour into your clothing whether you like it or not!" My mom scowled at me deeply. I'm not sure if she expected me to turn to her and look, but all I did was roll my eyes. I noticed she pulled a bit of my hair and made my head turn to her. Her face in mine as she spat through her small lips. "Do not roll those eyes at me young lady! I allowed you to do this for long enough; I even let you dye your once beautiful blonde hair into this dull black with the blue sheen! So don't you dare pull a stunt like this! I told you a few days ago you were going to change, like it or not!" She let go of me roughly and I rubbed my head.
With a huff, she walked out of the store, telling me to have found something in the mall without black in it and to meet her at Mac's with all my decisions in mind. Like I'd really do that. I waited till she was out of sight and then I walked calmly over to Hot Topic, the newest place that I could really get anything I wanted. I knew the place was crawling with people who only just now got into things here, which left me just as mad, but the music here never went to their level.
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"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "--Colette
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Re: Cotton Candy Lips *current: PG-13*
(continue of Chapter One)
Upon walking into the store, the blasting vocals of Corey Taylor from Slipknot rang in my ears. It was heaven almost. I looked around for the band t-shirt wall and began my scan for anything new. Turns out, a few new Marilyn Manson designs were up, as well as some more Sex Pistols and Drowning Pool. I cringed at the new Metallica t-shirt with Spongebob on it. It was sad to see that sponge from hell on the same thing with James Hetfield. It was just horrible. Worse still was the group of people I noticed coming in. A group of girls, probably two year or three younger than my sixteen year old self were coming in. Upon looking at them, I could see they weren't in love with the screaming coming from Corey Taylor as I was. They seemed to shrug it off quick and ran to where I was to see the band t-shirts. I quickly moved, cursing them under my breath. I turned to look at them again and was floored by what they had just done.
Now, all of these girls were blonde. Some dirty blonde and some with red streaks, but blonde never the less. I couldn't say much about them for that, since I was a blonde in truth, but they were decked in Abercrombie and Fitch halters, Old Navy capris, and green Kangaroos. And to top it off, they were touching the new Sex Pistol tee. I was horrified as one of the heavier ones picked up the smallest one she could and screamed that it was perfect. Perfect for f-cking what? Showing how many rolls you really had? How much of a poser you are? My God, I was disgusted to the point where I walked as fast as I could to the corner of the store where the posters, diaries, and clarence clothes were. I growled in anger and closed my eyes to just hear Corey Taylor's voice and the crashing of guitar, bass, and drums from the rest of Slipknot.
"Well, well... If it isn't Kat retreating to her corner at the site of the yellow headed ones. What's this, they seem to have collected a Sid Vicious t-shirt! What a tragedy!"
I heard the voice through my thoughts and opened my eyes to see a friend of mine who worked here. I grinned happily to see someone who I knew wasn't new to the sense of everything going around. I looked at the smooth face of my friend Daneile, otherwise known as Danny. I was happily stunned to see her now snot green hair in a liberty spiked mohawk. She flashed her contact purple eyes at me with a small burst of excitment after trailing my eyes to her hair.
"F-cking awesome isn't it, Kat? You wouldn't believe how long it really takes to put your hair in liberty spikes just right. But damn, it's totally worth it," she sighed with content after telling me.
I envied Danny a lot. She had everything going for her. She was twenty, out of school, and away from her parents. It was like heaven compared to my stupid world with parents, school, and the unability to sneak into bars without many questions. Plus, she had her own place. A wicked apartment with everything you could ever need: Computer, t.v., kitchen, and bathroom. I swear, that's all I'm going to get when I move out. And her kick ass job, I'm totally gunna have a job here too. I totally can't wait for it at all...
"Dude, Danny. You're hair kicks so much ass! My mom would have kittens if she ever saw my hair like that! Hell, she's making go over to the dark side because she says she's fed up with me. Dude, I'm f-cking not doing any of that s-it, ever. F-ck no!" I shook my head angrily upon remembering it, and cursed under my breath some more. Danny just shook her head.
"Trust me, Kat... Don't listen to her. There's nothing worse than to see a rocker like us become one of them. Your hair will go back to being blonde and you'll have to get rid of your kick ass black contacts and just go back to that sapphire-like colour... Then you'll be decking in a pair of pants from American Eagle and getting shirts from all those damn fake stores, wearing Kangaroos and Vans that you'll never skate in. And to top it off, listening to s-it like Good Charlotte and Avril Lavigne, then probably Usher and Outkast! Dude, don't ever go to the dark side, no matter what," Danny said this with a sort of warning in her voice. I could understand where she was coming from too, since I wouldn't be very thrilled if she ever did that. Besides, if I ever did do that, everything I knew would probably fall and I'd be lost beyond belief. F-ck no, would never do that.
Danny and me then just started to walk around the store, making it look like she did her job and letting me talk to her while I scoped out some clothes I wanted. It wasn't like I didn't have money, I was going to pay for anything I got anyways, with the exception of mom's make-up plan, so if she really expected me to buy anything but what I wanted on my own will, she was crazy. After a while, Danny had to go to the register to work with some customers, some actual good looking customers, as I checked more of the clothes out to pick for myself. I walked over to the girl's section and began looking at the pants. The pants in the girl's section always seemed better than the guy's, which was the only reason I didn't go there first. I decided on two pairs, since I didn't have more than one hundred sixty to work with, and about two t-shirts. Good enough I guess. The first pair of pants were leather, bondage like pants with leather black straps running across the back and front, and one thick chain hanging down. It almost reminded me of one of my favourite movies, Edward Scissorhands with Johnny Depp and Winona Rider. The second pair were slightly less of a bondage look, not leather at all, but were black with lines of dark purple at the bottom. Four straps of dark purple and black stripes went across the back and front, hanging loosely down. The two t-shirts were black based, but one had a silver outlined black cat with a skull mask on, and the other was Emily the Strange and her cat looking liked stitch-up dolls. It was enough to get me settled.
As I was walking up to get in line, I noticed some more people coming in. I scowled at the first sight of them. I noticed the song change at the same time and let a little satifactory smile cross my face as I noticed it was Taproot's Poem. I focused back on the group and growled lightly to myself. Two girls and four guys walked in, already looking like the place belonged to them with their smug looks of superiority to everyone in the store. Of course, they looked about twenty-two and fresh as anything out of a sorority and a frat house. The girls were brunette's with blonde streaks. Their skin was so fakely tanned it almost looked too orange to look bronze. Their outfits were obviously bought at Charlotte Russe, because the tackiness of their black and white stripped mini-flare skirts and cut off pink peasant shirts. Not only that, but the sharp toe pink heels that seemed to match their shirts oddly were also very Charlotte Russe. Oddly enough, only two of the four guys were decked out in PacSun cargo shorts, Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirts, and American Eagle sandals. The other two actually looked like they belonged here. Their pants' bottoms sagged on the floors as they held the tops with one hand so the heavy looking chains swings around didn't drag them down. Around their wrists were assorments of spiked and studded bracelets made out of leather and gleaming metal. One's t-shirt was the Marilyn Manson one for Golden Age of Grotesque, while the other one had an Insane Clown Posse one on in the vibrant green version. The one with the Insane Clown Posse shirt had hair that went to his chin and was a shining black with a blue shine, like mine, while the other one had a Sid Vicious blonde spike look. I was suddenly taken aback by them, I didn't notice Danny at the counter saying I was next, or the people behind me give me a little shove to the counter. I was fixated on the guy with the Marilyn Manson shirt as he dragged himself along as four of the others stopped to look at a Legolos shirt. He and one of the girls walked past me to the back as I looked at them go by. The girl's face was scrunched up in a glare, but I hardly noticed. All I noticed was the guy raise his eyebrow at me and smile... At me... And not let his pale green eyes leave mine until he had to turn his head. I still stared at his back, even when I heard the register being typed into.
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"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "--Colette
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Re: Cotton Candy Lips *current: PG-13*
Chapter Two
You know what I've never understood. The ability for opposite looking things to mingle. Example: Cats and dogs. Cats are supposedly the food of the dog and agitator of the pair; the female of the pair of animals. The dog is supposed to be stronger and more... Like a guy. They're supposed to be alpha and what not. So, what floored me was how that guy, who I decided was Sid because of his hair do, and that wanna be Barbie, were so close as friends. I mean, come on. Someone with the intelligence and capacity for emotion outside a bottle of Wet N' Wild nail polish, with someone who was obviously way beyond all those frivolous things and in the harsh, real world. Sounds really stereotypical, but just watching them converse from here tells me she's in a dream world and he's grounded. I mean, I'm beyond stereotypes, but some things just don't make sense. It's what me and my friends agree to, since it's too uncommon to be given anything else. Which is why you must understand, now knowing how I think of things, how this gave me a feeling so sick when they began to smile with each other. It was just... Mind blowing to me.
"Hey Kat, that'll be one hundred fifty-seven, eighty," Danny's voice was louder than how she usually talks, understanding my spaced sense of mind. I shook my head lightly and turned back over to her. She had the same disgusted look in her eyes as I did. She understood my way of thinking, considering she was one of my few friends I could really go to and talk seriously.
I rustled through my pockets to find the money my dad and mom had given me before I left home with her. I pulled out the five bills of fifties and twenties and laid them on the counter. With a low whistle of amazement, Danny took the money and put it in the register. I took advantage of the moment and turned to where Sid and Barbie were. They were at the CD racks, skimming through them. Actually, it was Sid skimming through the CD's, currently around the M-N sections from the flash of a Manson CD, while Barbie was rolling her eyes and complaining about how long it took to check for a CD. I noticed that the four other people were walking over to them, with a small greeting and then a squeal from the girls. It looked like the other Barbie had found a Legolos shirt that was "omigod, drool worthy hot!" and just had to show it to the other. I laughed under my breath, imagining Orlando Bloom yelling for security at these girls if they ever tried to approach him, knowing full well he wasn't keen on being a hot throb to girls, and possibly guys, everywhere. It was amazing to see the two guys able to hang out with the other floor, without loosing their minds.
I turned quickly to Danny as she prodded me with her finger several times to get me to grab my bag. Apparently there were people behind me who didn't like a sixteen year old girl spacing out in the check out line. I made a little huff, grabbed my bag, then moved to the back of the counter for a small chat with Danny before I left to go meet my mom at Mac's. Another satisfactory smile came across my face as I realized the song had now changed to Evanescence's Breath No More. I glanced at the group who I had been watching to see if they noticed Amy Lee's voice at all, and, to my great relief, they had no idea the song had even changed in the first place. I plopped my bag down in the corner of the counter and sat myself on it.
"Hey Danny, you notice them too?" I asked this without looking up at her at all, knowing full well she still had to do her job and was waiting on customers and ringing up their merchandise. Instead, I looked at my fingernails and began clicking them together, letting the black and dark green paint hit each other, chipping off here and there. It didn't bother me, it was cheap polish and I had a ton more left over at home anyways. I could hear Danny sigh and give prices to people before she started to talk.
"Yeah, I saw them too. And I don't know about you, but I find it so disgusting to see such a degrading thing for the rocker's world. It's sad to see them mingling with sorority and frat people as if they belong together. If you ask me, no matter what they said they knew or whatever, I totally wouldn't accept them into a group with me. Knowing they hang out with people like that, it's down right disgraceful... That'll be fifty-nine, seventy-six, ma'am." Danny trailed out and in to her conversation with me like that the whole time. It didn't bother me anyways; I always knew when it was me she was talking to and the customer. After a little while of talking with her about the people and how people in general should stay in their own parts, well, that was more her than me, I stood up and decided it was about time for hell to come loose and the struggle between me and my mom commence.
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"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "--Colette
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I grabbed my bag lazily and pushed my way through the line in front of the register to walk to the door. I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the world around me though. All I could really think about was what my mom was going to do. At worst, I would get all new clothes and make up. No, that wasn't worst, worst would be taking away my clothes, new make up, and force me to switch my genre of music. Now that would make me have kittens... Killer kittens that would tear up my insides and leave me for dead. Yeah, I would never f-cking deal with that as easily as anyone else I knew; music was my life pretty much. But I doubted that worst case scenario, since dad would never let her put me under such a bad leash. He thought I needed some room for freedom, but not as much as I had been given by my mom. But I guess walking in a mall, without paying attention to everything around, is the reason why people get into fights and there are a lot more police than for random shoplifts, since right as I was crossing to get to the door, I ran right into one of the Barbies.
I heard an obnoxious giggle and the sound of guys laughing, which was what probably yanked me out of my thoughts; too bad, too late. Right when I turned my head, the stupid ditz walked right into me, knocking me off balance with my bag and getting me to land on the ground. I had been able to turn and land on my a-s and hands, but that didn't mean the ditz stopped. Oh, no, the f-cking bi-ch managed to trip on my pure black, worn out Vans, and land right on top of me. Now, she may be thing and able to pull off a tacky skirt without fat legs underneath, but that doesn't mean she's light. Her body fell on my knees and stomach, making my breath fly out of my lungs, as the base of her chin collided with my head. I don't know how she managed to get her knees bent and hit the floor, but it made things on her upper body hit twice as hard.
"You stupid little bi-tch! Oh my God... My stomach is in so much pain!" She screeched right as she was standing up, causing my ears to ring even more. The other girl and three of the guys had helped her up, while Sid and Danny had reached me, Sid coming first of course. My head had hit the floor by then and was throbbing like none other. I could almost swore it had split somewhere and that blood was seeping onto the hard ground. My eyes were blurring up with tears from the pain of the contact, but I wasn't really crying. Sid had gotten to me and was slowly lifting my head, and had begun to ask me questions as Danny came to my other side to try and help.
"Hey kid, are you okay? How bad does your head hurt?" I could hear his voice, which were as loud as drums at the moment. But I heard it and marveled at how wonderful it was. How deep and scratchy it was. It wasn't a bad scratchy though, it was a scratchy that gave it more mystery than anything. The five people behind him were cursing at him, saying he should leave me alone since it was my fault that the little incident happened in the first place. That got me more angry than I was to begin with; making my head hurt a lot more than it did.
"Look you little bi-ch, it's not my fault you can't see past your fake, tan, orange nose, so don't pin this thing on me." I managed to get that much out before the group made a huff sound and told Sid that they'd be in the Aeropostale store when he was done cleaning up the pint sized trash. I swear, if I could have seen more clearly, I would have jumped at the little bi-ch.
"Get out of the store now and go to your Aeropostale, and don't bother coming back when you see these liberty spikes going around the store, cause you better be sure that I'll kick all your a-ses out!" Danny stood up and pointed to the door as she yelled at them. She growled under her breath then asked if I was fine, then turned to Sid. "Can you help her up and stuff, cause I gotta go to register?" She said this dryly since she really had no respect for him, especially after that damn Barbie tried to pin this whole thing on me. He nodded and she jogged to the register to console the customers and their angry growls.
"Took a pretty killer hit to the head. Whoa, sure you wanna get up so quickly? You'll get a bad head rush!" He began to hold his arms out as I lightly pushed him away and tried to stand on my own. I was pretty sure I could do it, since I had sneaked out to concerts before and get more bruised up than bumps on my head and a hit to the gut. But, just as Sid had said, I began to wobble and his arms had to steady me. He moved me out of the doorway with him and held me until I was focused enough to jerk out of his hold. I grabbed my bag then begun to walk out of the store to Mac's, with a little mumble of thanks for helping me and such.
What I didn't expect, was him to follow me, but he did.
"Hey, wait up! I wanna make sure you get to wherever you're going okay." I turned my head to him and waited, a little reluctantly, as he held his pants and jogged up to where I was. "I know you probably don't want me here, but I'd feel bad if you started to stumble because Angelica got you to slam your head. And I know that must have hurt, done that a many times myself." I blinked at the name Barbie, Angelica, had and how this guy knew her. "By the way, the name's Robbie, just so we're on the same page." I turned to him and noticed that same little smile he gave me as I was in the check out line, but this time, I got a good look at his face. It was clean and shaven and had a light complexion. I could tell he had a little eyeliner on, definitely the liquid kind, and his eyes were as good as I first thought. That wonderful pale green; the kind of green that those cartoons draw when a person is sick and such. I guess he noticed me looking at his face, because then he grinned. "Well, we could have a conversation, just to make sure there isn't any damage to your speech; especially since I've only heard mumbles out of you since your fall."
I was caught a little off guard by this and slowed my walking down. "Umm, sure, what... Is there to talk about though?" I was definitely searching for words to say to this guy. I mean, what was there to really say to someone who I had already formed opinions about in my mind. It was something I never really did with people, since most of the people who I made all the opinions about were idiots in my mind. I'm pretty sure he laughed softly at my uncertainty because he grinned a little wider at me.
"Well, believe it or not, knowing a person's name does help with conversing." His grin became a wicked smile and seemed to be mocking, in a playful way.
I looked up at his face and blinked a few times, before I myself smiled a wicked smile. "Well, in order to make this conversing easier, my name is Kat."
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"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "--Colette
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