Perfectly Imperfect

Cincuenta y uno: Their "Masterpieces"

  "NOOO!!" Joey fell to his knees on the brink of tears.

I'm close to doing the same.

In fact, it's pretty obvious all of us are.

"No," Sam grabbed her head with her hands. "No, this can't be happening. No!" She cried.

"Oh no! Please no, WHY —" Corey was cut off.

"Oh calm down," Joey's mom rolled her eyes and picked up her monster. "I'll take him to bed for the night."

"YES!" Joey hollered and jumped to his feet.

There were many sighs of relief to follow.

Lacy clapped, "Yay, now we can do the makeovers and you can go out."

"NO!" Sam and I yelled.

"YES!" The twins shouted. They grabbed us again, and the boys were by their sides in a blink.

"Uugghhhh, let us go!"

"Yeah!" Sam and I whined.

No matter how much we whined and cried and fought, they got us up the stairs and into the girls' lair. Half way through the twins decided the guys had it and left them to do it themselves. The guys did well. Only to be denied access at the door.

"No! It's a surprise," Lacy justified.

And so they closed the door and locked it.

. . . And that's the story of how I died.

Not really, but I definitely saw the light during a close call with a curling iron.

-.-.-.-

"We're ready!!!" Macy hollered once she finished her "touch ups".

Boomboomboomboomboomboomboom.

That's the sound of the guys' feet sprinting up the stairs.

Sam and I made eye contact. We're both thinking the same thing.

We dove for the door handle, slammed it shut and held it there for dear life.

"Hey! C'mon guys we wanna see!" Joey's voice whined.

"Yeah," Corey chuckled. "How bad could it be?"

They giggled like school girls behind the door.

  We rolled our eyes.

  "No entry!" Sam yelled.

  "Thou shall not pass!"

  She looked at me like an idiot.

  I shrugged. "What? It's iconic."

  She rolled her eyes again.

  "Oh c'mon!" Joey complained through the door.

  Lacy came up behind us and put her mouth to the door. "No!"

  Sam and I shared surprised glances.

  "It's gonna be a fashion show. Go back down stairs."

  We whined with our faces scrunched up.

  Boomboomboombooboom.

  I sighed. "I hate them."

  "Me too," Sam agreed.

  "Let's go!" Macy chirped, opening the door we had idiotically released.

  Lacy started pushing us out.

  "No! I don't wanna go if my makeup looks anything like hers," Sam cried.