They finish their meal and stroll back along the high street, looking in the wide variety of shops that their former home town has to offer. They don’t really buy much but they do browse. Kate is planning on doing some ‘proper’ shopping tomorrow so today is a something of a scouting mission for her. They eventually make their way back to the Travelodge and decide what to spend the rest of the evening doing. The options are cinema, ice skating, bowling or just more strolling. Since they can’t agree on a film they all want to watch, they go bowling and enjoy an Indian meal afterwards before going back to their budget hotel.
Kate and Peter are sharing a twin room whilst their parents have an adjoining double room. The twin room consists of two single beds, a broad dresser above which is a wall mounted TV and a tiny en suite WC and shower. Kate sits at the dresser and removes her make-up whilst Peter sits on his bed, half watching TV and half watching his sister. “What’s it like wearing make-up?” he asked.
“I like it.” Kate says. “I feel plain when I take it off.”
“Hmm.” Peter grunted. “I’m not looking forward to Year 10.” he said. “It’s bad enough having to wear a skirt for school but make-up…”
“You don’t mind your skirt… you’ve had plenty of time to get used to it.”
“Yeah but… I’d still rather wear trousers.”
“You’ll get used to the make-up too… it’s just a routine; wake up, wash up, dress, make-up.” she shrugged. “You used to hate wearing a training bra but you don’t mind those these days.” she said.
“Yeah. I’d rather not have to wear one tomorrow though… Noel and Mark would proper take the piss out of me if they knew.”
“Well they won’t know unless you show them.” Kate stated. “But I know what you mean… it is pretty weird putting boys in training bras.” she added.
“And making them wear make-up for school.” Peter said as his sister discarded yet another make-up wipe. “You’ll get used to it.” she reiterated. “You might even enjoy it.”
“I doubt it.” Peter frowned as Kate squeezed a tiny dollop of moisturiser onto her fingers and began applying it to her face. “It looks like an unnecessary chore.”
“Sometimes it is… but I quite like waking up with a blank canvas and colouring it in, and it’s not like school make-up has to be dramatic or glamorous… quite the opposite in fact.”