Marisol's expression turned to a look of dread when he told her it might hurt. She yelped when he started brushing her hair. "I'm not a barbie doll! That hurts!" She said annoyedly.
Shiloh glared at her. [color=9933FF]"Beauty and pain come hand in hand,"[/color] he informed her. [color=9933FF]"It's not easy to keep good looks if you aren't born with it like I was."[/color] The seventeen-year-old finished getting the knots out of Marisol's hair and ran to his closet, opening it. It was huge, almost like a whole new room itself, containing both his clothes, along with dresses and skirts and the like.
For his projects, of course.
He pointed to the walk-in closet. [color=9933FF]"Go find a dress. Then we'll style your hair appropriately for the dress."[/color]
For his projects, of course.
He pointed to the walk-in closet. [color=9933FF]"Go find a dress. Then we'll style your hair appropriately for the dress."[/color]
Marisol gave him a LOOK. He was totally boosting her self-esteem. NOT.
She put her foot down- litterally - when he told her to pick a dress. "I am NOT wearing a dress! I'm GREEN." She said as she stomped her foot.
She put her foot down- litterally - when he told her to pick a dress. "I am NOT wearing a dress! I'm GREEN." She said as she stomped her foot.
Shiloh put his hands on his hips stubbornly. [color=9933FF]"You're wearing a dress, and that's FINAL!"[/color] he yelled. [color=9933FF]"Whether you're green or not, you're a girl, and girls wear dresses! So go pick one out or I'LL do it for you!"[/color]
Marisol stomped her foot again. "Not all girls wear dresses! And I don't want to!" She yelled back, sitting down on his bed defiantly.
[color=9933FF]"It's a DATE! You're going to wear one!"[/color] With that, Shiloh stomped into his closet, shuffling the clothes around to find her something to wear. He made sure to keep an eye on her, though, not wanting her to leave or anything.
Marisol groaned. "But it's not like....really fancy or anything!" She complained. She just sat there, waiting for him.
[color=9933FF]"Then I'll pick out a dress that isn't fancy,"[/color] he told her. Though, most of the dresses he had were fancy. He finally found a pink one and pulled it off of the hanger, walking back to her.
It was sleeveless and went down passed the knee, half way to the foot. It was a summer dress. He looked at her skin, then looked at the dress again. [color=9933FF]"Pink goes good with green,"[/color] he said to her, nodded his head to confirm it. [color=9933FF]"Now go try it on."[/color]
It was sleeveless and went down passed the knee, half way to the foot. It was a summer dress. He looked at her skin, then looked at the dress again. [color=9933FF]"Pink goes good with green,"[/color] he said to her, nodded his head to confirm it. [color=9933FF]"Now go try it on."[/color]
Marisol grunted. Of course it was pink. She hated pink. She snatched the dress out of his hands and marched into the bathroom. She hurriedly changed, didn't even bother to glance at herself in the mirror, then flounced out. "See!? I look ridiculous!"
Shiloh gazed at her when she walked out of the bathroom. He smiled softly and grabbed her shoulder when she said that, leading her back into the bathroom and holding her in front of the mirror. [color=9933FF]"You're gorgeous,"[/color] he told her quietly. After she realized that she was, he would have to do her hair.