Punk Doll, chapter 5
Min sprinted out the doors, saying a quick "BYE ADIE! DATE WITH TRE! CALL ME LATER? GET TOGETHER SOON?" Adrienne, who was busy shuffling though random papers gave her a quick nod. Run run run run run run run run run run run, Min screamed in her head. She knew she needed all the time she could get to be ready. When she got to her house, she threw open the door, and ran to the shower.
Hair: wash wash wash, body: scrub scrub scrub...ok done, uh let's see. Towel, dry hair. Damn hair dryer! Work! Come on! Thoughts went through her head at 80 miles an hour. She blow dried her hair, and then worked some hair wax into her hair to fluff it out. She applied her makeup before putting on all of her clothes, to avoid spillage. She applied her green eyeliner, bright green eyeshadow, and blue mascara. The green accented her strange asian blue eyes. She dashed to her closet to look for something to wear. She settled on a plain black button-up top, and a green and red striped tie. She paired it up with a 'nothing too speacial' pleated skirt, and a pair of over the knee chunk heel boots. She examined herself in the mirror and was satisfied.
***
Meanwhile, Tre had just now gotten around to fixing himself up. He did the usual, applied eyeliner, wore his white and black striped tie with a suit jacket and black pants. He kicked on his white Creepers shoes and looked at himself in the mirror. "IM SO BEAUTIFUL! FUUCK!" he grinned. Claudia, who was in the other room yelled,
"Shut up Frank, you'll wake up Frankito." Tre snapped up his keys.
"I gots myself a hot date. Be good Claud," he said patting her on the head. She glared at him.
"Whatever," she said.
"Daddy?" Tre turned around.
"Hey Franky!" he said smiling. He bent down to pick up his small son, and kissed him on the cheek.
"You have, hot date?" Frankito asked, playing with his father's tie.
"Yes sir, I do. You'll get to meet her soon maybe!" Tre said to his son. Claudia rolled her eyes.
"'s she nice?" Frankito asked him, recalling that some of his past female friends were not. Tre nodded.
"She is very nice. She plays drums just like daddy does. I have to go now, to have dinner with her. So you'd better go back to bed," he said, handing his son to Claudia.
"I wuv you daddy," Frankito said. Tre's heart swelled every time his son said that.
"I 'wuv' you too Frankito," he said, kissing his son on the cheek once more before heading out the door to his car.
Hair: wash wash wash, body: scrub scrub scrub...ok done, uh let's see. Towel, dry hair. Damn hair dryer! Work! Come on! Thoughts went through her head at 80 miles an hour. She blow dried her hair, and then worked some hair wax into her hair to fluff it out. She applied her makeup before putting on all of her clothes, to avoid spillage. She applied her green eyeliner, bright green eyeshadow, and blue mascara. The green accented her strange asian blue eyes. She dashed to her closet to look for something to wear. She settled on a plain black button-up top, and a green and red striped tie. She paired it up with a 'nothing too speacial' pleated skirt, and a pair of over the knee chunk heel boots. She examined herself in the mirror and was satisfied.
***
Meanwhile, Tre had just now gotten around to fixing himself up. He did the usual, applied eyeliner, wore his white and black striped tie with a suit jacket and black pants. He kicked on his white Creepers shoes and looked at himself in the mirror. "IM SO BEAUTIFUL! FUUCK!" he grinned. Claudia, who was in the other room yelled,
"Shut up Frank, you'll wake up Frankito." Tre snapped up his keys.
"I gots myself a hot date. Be good Claud," he said patting her on the head. She glared at him.
"Whatever," she said.
"Daddy?" Tre turned around.
"Hey Franky!" he said smiling. He bent down to pick up his small son, and kissed him on the cheek.
"You have, hot date?" Frankito asked, playing with his father's tie.
"Yes sir, I do. You'll get to meet her soon maybe!" Tre said to his son. Claudia rolled her eyes.
"'s she nice?" Frankito asked him, recalling that some of his past female friends were not. Tre nodded.
"She is very nice. She plays drums just like daddy does. I have to go now, to have dinner with her. So you'd better go back to bed," he said, handing his son to Claudia.
"I wuv you daddy," Frankito said. Tre's heart swelled every time his son said that.
"I 'wuv' you too Frankito," he said, kissing his son on the cheek once more before heading out the door to his car.
