Mad Love
The Joker, Nice?
"Why don't you put something nice on?" The Joker said, while dragging me to a room. I looked up to see boxes piled up everywhere full of random things. He went to one particular box and started going through it. I just stood there and watched, not knowing what to do.
"Here we are." He said, holding up what looked like a dress and a small bag.
"Here, go put these on." He said, handing me the simple dark purple dress and bag.
I didn't question him, I just walked back to the room I've been staying in. I slipped on the dress, and coincidentally it fit perfectly. And it wasn't slutty. It went bast my knees, and had draping cap sleeves, with glitter all over it. It was actually pretty. I looked in the little bag to see a brush and makeup, with a pair of earing's. Odd that he wanted me to dress up. But I just did it any way, not really in the mood to be hit or cut up.
"Are you ready yet?" I heard him call from the outside of the door.
He sounded, nice. I opened the door, and he just stared. Not like a pervert, but like he seen me as elegant.
"Here are your shoes." He said, throwing down a pair of low hills for me to slip on.
Right when I slipped the shoes on he grabbed my hand and lead me outside. But instead of being thrown into the van, he opened the passenger door for me. I was honestly weired out by him being so nice. There had to be something up his sleeve, but what?
"Here we are." He said, holding up what looked like a dress and a small bag.
"Here, go put these on." He said, handing me the simple dark purple dress and bag.
I didn't question him, I just walked back to the room I've been staying in. I slipped on the dress, and coincidentally it fit perfectly. And it wasn't slutty. It went bast my knees, and had draping cap sleeves, with glitter all over it. It was actually pretty. I looked in the little bag to see a brush and makeup, with a pair of earing's. Odd that he wanted me to dress up. But I just did it any way, not really in the mood to be hit or cut up.
"Are you ready yet?" I heard him call from the outside of the door.
He sounded, nice. I opened the door, and he just stared. Not like a pervert, but like he seen me as elegant.
"Here are your shoes." He said, throwing down a pair of low hills for me to slip on.
Right when I slipped the shoes on he grabbed my hand and lead me outside. But instead of being thrown into the van, he opened the passenger door for me. I was honestly weired out by him being so nice. There had to be something up his sleeve, but what?
♠ ♠ ♠
Sorry I had to cut it short. And I'm sorry I have a bit of bad news. I won't be able to get on for the next few days. My older sister is visiting and she has a way of going through my stuff and screwing it up. Always. So I have to act like my computer is temporarily messed up. Please forgive me! But I have no other options at this point. But when I get back on, I promise I will do a longer chapter. Now, I don't have much time, and this was all I could get done. Once again, I'm sorry.