Tornblackedgcs - Blog Posts
doe eyes flicker to carefully analyze his technique — it was impressive, but the hair clearly did not cooperate. cue a defeated sigh leaving her rouged pout. " nah, dontcha worry! to be a heartbreaker you must first find that energy from within. " she utters as she stepped away, giving him a somewhat acceptable personal space. his hair seemingly had its own personality and barbie could roll with it. she knew after all, all too well, that hair strands do whatever they feel like doing, especially in high humidity.
hands clasped together as she shifts back and forth, gaze locked unto charlie. " c'mon, bring out the heartbreaker. i know it's somewhere in there, you just have to dust it off. " she snickered, still not giving up on overhauling both of them. cue another sigh, just as beaten as the previous one, accompanied by flinging hands before sitting beside him. " it's just that… everything's changing so fast. and i guess i shouldn't stay the same. at least, do something about the looks, y'know? " ghost of a smile plastered across her features ; of course there was more underneath all that makeover.
"nah, but you know? that's fair. just not overly...fond of the whole touch thing. at least not with people i'm not mega close to. immediate family-" which meant just his dad currently,"-and that's it. for now." charlie tried to sound reassuring and casual about the ordeal. he didn't like making things awkward for anyone, let alone people he considered friends.
hands full of gel, he watched her run off. a small sigh and then he raised a brow with a small smile at the immediacy of her finding the mirror. how did she have this kind of energy? "i think i know how this is gonna go-" gel through his hands and then he tried to move his hair in a way that matched her description. the issue? his hair still stuck up in random ways, all over. the gel kept it down for two seconds before popping back up. "yep. i figured that would be it. i appreciate the heartbreaker advice; i'll stick with my roughed up demeanor i guess."
barbie's quick to retract her hands, keeping them unclenched in defense. charlie was right, his hair seemed to have his own personality. but nothing some styling gel couldn't fix. " i'm sorry, i didn't know that. i just thought you were ticklish or something … " she didn't think that far, nor did she ask him – she just went for it. and she came to regret it. but better sooner than later. " okay, we still got this. you take the gel in your hands and rub it while i go search for a mirror. you'll love the final look, i promise! " she barely finishes her sentence and she's already trailing off to another room, to search for the aforementioned object. " there! " she practically yells from the other room.
" i'll hold the mirror and all you gotta do is push the left side to the back and the right side forward to your face. i saw this look in a magazine and i swear it can turn any man into a heartbreaker. "
❝ charlie! charlie! charlie! ❞ there’s eagerness embedded in her tone as she rushes inside the music store. barbie didn’t know how to contain her positive emotions, therefore they all poured out akin massive rollers of the roughest coastlines. her smile was bright and genuine – it’ll make millions someday soon, just as she intended. ❝ it worked!! applying for that role actually worked! you’re now looking at princess aurora! ❞ hands motion to reveal her attire (as if she was already princess aurora ; she wasn’t) – and oh, the wretched dreams of stardom … it’s all barbie ever wanted, to be on screens, to leave a legacy, to be remembered, an ideal. and it seemed like it finally worked out for her. ❝ when does your shift end? i want to celebrate this with you! ❞ hands clasped together as she shifted in her position, still childlike and oblivious to the reality. nevertheless, one thing remained permanent, steadfast in the midst of it all : the need to celebrate with her friends (like @tornblackedgcs), for it was them who had her back all along.
