Vampires
Never Again
Never again will we take your brother on a stake out of any sort. Especially after having 2 Cokes and a bag of Skittles.
"Gee, which one would be more appropriate?" you looked up the stairs to where Mikey was holding up 2 shirts.
"Mikey, you can't wear any!" both shirts had attitude all over them; Get a life, This is Sparta... not really great for walking into a mansion unnoticed and spying.
"Why not?" he whined.
"Find something thats formal." Bob had silently came up behind us, i jumped a little at the sound of his voice. I went to my room and looked through my stuff, Nothing said 'formal' on it. Nothing was classy of any sort. All my clothes were old and ripped. I walked downstairs to see you doing Bobs make-up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Changing Bobs appearance so he doesn't look like Starcaster." it was slightly confusing because they were the same person. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Don't have anything." I shrugged. You put down the eyeliner pencil and picked up some black eyeshadow. Bob had dyed his hair and it was still covered with a towel, just temporary. Just tonight. I was dying to see it, no pun intended. "In my closet I have a few things that might fit you. I haven't bothered to throw away my old stuff. Must be something in there, go look."
It felt weird to be in your room... alone... going through your stuff. I felt like I was an intruder. Your closet is filled with the most interesting things; tight jeans, tight shirts, tight boxers.... you don't have any drawers, just a huge closet. Most interesting was a french maid outfit.... It made me hard to think you once wore it.
"Gee, which one would be more appropriate?" you looked up the stairs to where Mikey was holding up 2 shirts.
"Mikey, you can't wear any!" both shirts had attitude all over them; Get a life, This is Sparta... not really great for walking into a mansion unnoticed and spying.
"Why not?" he whined.
"Find something thats formal." Bob had silently came up behind us, i jumped a little at the sound of his voice. I went to my room and looked through my stuff, Nothing said 'formal' on it. Nothing was classy of any sort. All my clothes were old and ripped. I walked downstairs to see you doing Bobs make-up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Changing Bobs appearance so he doesn't look like Starcaster." it was slightly confusing because they were the same person. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Don't have anything." I shrugged. You put down the eyeliner pencil and picked up some black eyeshadow. Bob had dyed his hair and it was still covered with a towel, just temporary. Just tonight. I was dying to see it, no pun intended. "In my closet I have a few things that might fit you. I haven't bothered to throw away my old stuff. Must be something in there, go look."
It felt weird to be in your room... alone... going through your stuff. I felt like I was an intruder. Your closet is filled with the most interesting things; tight jeans, tight shirts, tight boxers.... you don't have any drawers, just a huge closet. Most interesting was a french maid outfit.... It made me hard to think you once wore it.
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second update tonight!!!