7 Steps to Great Makeup

After Peter and I left the shopping centre, we decided to drop by his house as he had something to show me.

When we arrived, I noticed a large cardboard box next to the front door.

"Oh, I can't wait to see what's in the box," I said, excitedly.

"Well, come on then," said Peter, pulling the large box towards him.

I followed him inside and straight to his bedroom where he lifted the lid off the box. There was a big smile across his face as he lifted up a well-constructed, plastic box, only about a foot high.

"What is it?" I said, curiously.

"It's an egg," replied Peter, seeming quite pleased with himself.

I was intrigued as to what an egg would look like. I sat down beside him and he presented the egg to me. I reached out and ran my finger across it's surface. It was cool to the touch and was covered with a smooth, dull sheen, almost like plastic.

"OK, so it's an egg, what big deal is it?" I said, a little sarcastically.

"Well, I spent a lot of time and money building it and I think it's cool," said Peter, smiling.

"Well, that's great. What's inside?" I asked, very enthusiastically.

"A surprise," he said, grinning cheekily.

"Well, I guess I should see the surprise and then go home, but I don't feel very excited," I said.

"OK, but it won't have time to get cold now," he said, laughing and as I sat back in my chair, leaning back, I noticed a change in the room, like the air was getting thicker and cooler all of a sudden.

I then began to feel a little lightheaded. I was smiling but feeling a little dizzy.

"What's going on here, P...," I said, but I was abruptly cut off.

"It's Peter, remember?" he replied.

"Peter, what are you doing? What's in that egg?" I said, very curiously.

"It's a surprise for you," he said, flashing that cheeky, handsome smile of his.

I was feeling much better very quickly, as if I had rested for a minute.

"Are you OK? What's in that egg?" I began as I'm handed a round, silver button.

"I'm fine, just go on and press it for me."

I pressed the button and there was a loud buzzing noise coming from the plastic box. I guessed that it was just a disco light or something to do with the music.

"Go on, look inside," said Peter, looking a little anxious.

I knelt down beside the box and looked inside. I gasped. What was inside was something I could scarcely believe seeing in the box was a large, hot dog.

"Where did you get this from?" I ask, quietly to myself.

"Well, I made it," he said, appearing a little embarrassed.

I looked at the hot dog in the box and was quite worried that it would be too hot to eat. I then heard some movement on the other side of the box.

"It's firmer than I thought," I said.

"It heats up, but don't worry it'll be OK," said Peter.

He pushed the button again and suddenly, the plastic cold, hard box had changed into a large, black, leather couch.

I looked down at the hot dog and it was steaming. Peter then walked over to me and he had started taking his clothes off.

"Well, you don't have to," he said.

I was quite relieved to see him wearing one of my T-shirts.

"Sorry, but I can't wear your shirt all day. You know, it smells like you," he said, grinning cheekily.

"I guess you're right, I'll wash it," I said.

"I'll do that, no need to get all uptight," he replied, laughing.

He then kneeled down beside me. He gently caressed my leg and kissed it.

"Mmm, that's nice, but it's a little messy, so get that stuff off your face and I'll wash you," he said, smiling.

I had run my hand across his back, downwards. Peter then kissed my hand.

"I know you do this so I can see your face a little," he said, with a cheeky grin on his face.

I was feeling a little embarrassed at having him stare at me face.

Conclusion

This is one of the most creative stories I have ever read, with its theme and the detailed description, I am listening to 'The Singles Club' album while reading it.

I really appreciate this story, it is genuinely impressive and the creativity used was very imaginative and broad. A very entertaining and intriguing read; this one is simply phenomenal. A quality, conceptual story well done.

I applaud your talent.

Well done.

Received: Monday 22nd February 2010.