Room 512, Sunday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

After leaving the sleepover because she'd slept over and now she was up and that meant the sleepover was over, Brooke came back to her room because she needed an outfit that wasn't footie pajamas. Footie pajamas were cool but they were for sleeping and not for wearing out of the house.

So she put on playclothes, though she had a little trouble with the shirt and that was how it ended up on backwards, but she matched so it was okay. And just before she was about to head out the door, out of the corner of her eye she saw the makeup that had been left out on the desk.

Brooke wasn't supposed to wear makeup. Her mom said it would make her look like cheap and not like the sort of girl people would want to hang out with, but her mom wasn't here. She went to the door, stuck her head out into the hall to make sure no grownups would yell at her, and once she knew the coast was clear, she climbed up into the chair and got to work making herself pretty.

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana was making her way up to the roof to look for her castle. She got up very high and then needed to rest for a minute. That's when she saw someone poke their head out of a door and then pop back into the room. And being the curious sort, she decided to go see what was happening.

She poked her own head in the room. "Whatcha doing?"

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke turned from where she was badly putting purplish eyeshadow on her eyelids. At least she knew where it went. "I'm getting pretty so I can go out," she explained.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Lana said. "You already look really pretty to me."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Thanks!" Brooke said, beaming. "Want some lipstick?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana's eyes went wide. "Yes!" she said quickly, then ducked her head. "But I don't know how."

[gobrookeyourself]

"It's easy," she said, hopping off the chair with a tube of pink lipstick in hand, careful not to smush it. "You just put this side of the stick on your lips and go like this." She made a sort of scribbling motion with one hand, and offered it to her. "You try!"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana carefully scribbled lipstick on her lips. And a good part of the area around them. "Do I look pretty now too?" she asked worriedly.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Uh huh!" Brooke nodded, studying her. "You have a lot and a lot of makeup means pretty."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana smiled shyly at her. "You're very nice, Brooke."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Thank you," Brooke said a little shyly, possibly because she wasn't used to a ton of compliments. "It's not fun when people are mean. Other kids don't like them then."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Aunt Nell says if you can't say anything nice, you shouldn't say anything at all," Lana agreed.

[gobrookeyourself]

"And don't push, it hurts when you fall down." Not that Brooke got pushed much, but she'd seen it happen.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Never push!" Lana said looking shocked. "That's just mean!"

[gobrookeyourself]

"It is! 'specially when you're not playing on grass," she said seriously. "And crying can mess up your makeup and you'll cry black." She'd seen it on TV.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Black?" Lana exclaimed. "That is very bad!"

She bit her lip. "I cry lots sometimes. Maybe I shouldn't be 'llowed to wear makeup."

[gobrookeyourself]

"No crying! Crying means sad and no one should be sad!" said Brooke seriously.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I am, though," Lana said quietly. She handed Brooke back the lipstick. "I'm sorry."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was wandering the halls looking for people to play with. "Oh pretty," she said from the doorway.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was studying a compact of blush, looking like she didn't know what to do with it. "Hi I have makeup!" she said happily.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hi! I like make-up!" Isabel exclaimed.

Never mind the fact that the most her mother had ever let her play with was some simple flavored lip balms.

"It makes you pretty."

[gobrookeyourself]

"And I have a lot so there's a lot of pretty here," Brooke said. "Want some roodge?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sure," she nodded, bouncing over to Brooke. "That's a nice color."

[gobrookeyourself]

"It's called..." She looked at the label on the bottom of it, trying to read it very carefully. "Ouuuut-laaaaw. Outlaw. It's called Outlaw," she said seriously. "Here!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh thanks," Isabel said seriously. She took the brush from the compact and ran it back and forth over the pressed powder many more times then was really necessary. Peering into the compact mirror she began too liberally apply it to her face.

"What do you think?"

[gobrookeyourself]

"You look very pretty," Brooke said just as seriously, but her eyeshadow creeped above an eyebrow at one point, so she might not have been the best judge.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," she said immediately, because that's what her mother told her to tell people when they gave you a compliment. "I like your eye stuff."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Thanks, it's purple!" she said helpfully. "It brings out my eyes."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Do you have any blue?" Isabel asked. "I like blue. It can bring out my eyes." Not that she had a clue what it meant. But it sounded important.

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke rifled through the makeup bag, sending a couple lipstick tubes and circular eye shadow containers rolling to the ground. "Blue!" she said happily, offering the most obnoxious blue she could find. "It's a pretty blue, too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Brighter was better, at least to a six year old.

"Cool!" Isabel exclaimed. The eye shadow was applied just as liberally as blush. Which meant from the corners of her eyes, up and through her eyebrows.