Chapter 5|I'm Watching You

•You're a total scaredy cat,

Sienna•

Matt Davis.

*My Birthday!*

I didn't feel different.

Nothing was different.

I mean, I could drive legally now and I'm a year older but I didn't feel different.

I got out of bed to get ready for school.

I let my hair down again but without the hair band, instead I styled it in a side parting.

I wore the cute pink woolen long sleeve that Lizzie had gotten me yesterday to show her I was grateful, a grey plaid skirt, thick grey pant hosts and comfy grey uggs.

I felt really pretty and with the two loud but adorable puppy barks I got from Sky, I could tell he agreed with me.

I walked downstairs with my backpack hanging on my shoulders and Sky in my arms.

He was still a pup so I could easily lift him and I was going to every chance I got that and another reason.

Like every other morning, I was awoken by an alarm clock so I was yet to receive my birthday wishes and presents.

A gasp slipped from my lips when I saw what my family had done with the place.

I placed Sky down with a girly squeal.

In the sitting room, a blue banner that had my name on it, hung above me and baby blue balloons and pink balloons were scattered all over the floor.

I take it they didn't have enough time to hang them all up but I didn't mind. I loved that they tried to decorate the place for me plus they used my favorite color; blue which wasn't really feminine but beautiful nonetheless.

"Happy birthday, Sienna!"A collection of familiar voices chorused and I almost jumped at their surprise shout but instead I laughed when Sky let out a bark.

With a smile, I walked to my amazing family to receive my birthday hugs.

My mom was the first one to embrace me for no actually reason really.

"Happy birthday, honey, I can't believe you're seventeen already, "my mom said as she pulled me into a hug,"James my baby girl's gonna leave for college soon."

"Mal, she still has one more year in highschool,"my dad reminded her.

"Yeah and trying so hard not to think about it,"I told them.

By now you probably know I have nothing against school but people in the school... I'm not so sure I can say the same thing about them.

Though, I have no idea what I'm going to do after highschool, the feeling of getting it done of over with just kinda soothes me like a really cold glass of blueberry fool, you know?

"Just so you know, college isn't all fun and rainbows,"My older brother called out from where he sat.

He was sitting on the arm of the couch, not that it bothers me or anything but I wondered why.

There's a perfectly comfortable sit right there so why perch at the edge?

"Says the guy who barely comes home, "I retorted.

"I know you miss me everyday baby sister,"Mg said with a wide grin and I snorted in return.

Of course I missed him, he's my older brother my protector but at the same time I was kinda glad he was away at college.

Don't get me wrong, I miss him a lot when he's gone but when you have an older brother like mine who sorta checks on you every thirty minutes, calls you baby sister like all the time, even though you're much, much older than a baby, just to remind that he's always going to be older than you, you kinda enjoy the few months of no teasing.

My mom pulled back after thoroughly examining me, not in a weird way but in a 'I-need-to-make-sure-my-daughter's-doing-okay-mentally-and-physically' way... if that makes any sense.

My dad hugged me next, placing a soft kiss on my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me.

"College talks already, Sisi? "he asked teasing and I let out a laugh at his nickname for me. "Look who's getting older."

"Me, I guess, "I smiled.

"Well, birthday girl, we have a present for you," my dad said as he pulled back,"I know we usually wait till evenings to do the gift giving but this one had to be an exception."

"Max, would you do the honors? "my mom asked my brother and he smirked at me.

"Gladly," he said as he got up from his spot at the couch, well, arm of the coach and took my hand and led me out onto the front porch.

I held my breath as I saw what was in front of me.

I couldn't believe it.

A blue sports car was parked in front of my house, complete with a red bow and everything like I had just won an award or something and that was how I felt.

They got me a car!

Obviously.

The vehicle was parked right there in front of me.

And to think I had thought they were blind.

"Happy birthday, baby sis,"Mg smirked, his eyes amused silently at my excitement.

With a squeal of exhilaration, I threw my arms around my brother and he stumbled back a bit seeing my action was unexpected but then he gave me a 360° spin.

How he could do that was beyond me.

I weighed like 65kg or something.

After our moment was over, Mg dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out my new car keys.

I couldn't believe it.

Sienna Gabrielle Hart own her own vehicle.

Yes, my middle name is Gabrielle and compared to the other middle names I've heard, I'd like to say I got pretty lucky there.

My parents stood at the door, my mom resting on the side my dad shoulder because my dad's like five feet nine and my mom's five feet two and my dad had his usual loose grin on his face.

Their pose reminded me of the photo of them which the have in their bedroom taken on their anniversary last year except that dad was smiling down at mom in that photo showing that he was still clearly in love with her.

Come to think of it, that's the kind of love I wanted, one that didn't fade over the years but as I didn't have that kinda love in my life now and I wasn't searching for it, I guess I could soak up bits of it from my parents.

I ran -more speed walked- back to my parents and I embraced them.

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome and you deserve it," my mom replied as she smoothened down my back hairs.

"Can I go to school now?"I asked my mom though I knew what her answer would be.

Call it a doctor thing but mom never lets Dad, Mg or I leave the house in the morning with eating something for breakfast and when she can't cook because of some emergency at the hospital, she just places bowls filled with each of our favorite cereals and places the milk jug beside it.

Well, to be more specific, she only does the cereal thing when it's not a life or death situation.

"Nice try, honey," she said to me before she snapped her fingers at Mg who stood not so far from us, "come on in, Max and put on a shirt before you catch a cold."

{∞}

"Happy birthday, bestfriend!" Lizzie squealed as she pulled me into a hug after I met her at her car.

The reason I'm always able to find her is because Lizzie only ever packs her white Bugatti in one place. She got it on her sweet sixteenth birthday party where it was originally in a pink shade but over summer she got it repainted.

I'm sure it sounds so easy like 'hey, she got her car repainted' but it wasn't. The paint guys got the easy job, I was the one who had to sit with her everyday for two months while she considered each colour she thought would be nice thoroughly.

Who knew there were so many shade of white?

"Liz, too tight,"I said, as I felt my lungs being squeezed together. "I can't breath."

"Sorry," she apologized as she pulled back smiling widely whilst I evened my breathing. "But hey, I got you something."

I watched Lizzie reached into her car and pulled out a coffee tray and handed me a cup.

Was she planning on including me in the hot drink in the morning tradition?

"Hot chocolate with extra milk, extra sugar, tinsy bit of honey and a mashmello,"she said full of enthusiasm.

"Plus extra chances of diabetes, "I muttered as we made our way inside the school after Lizzie had grabbed her backpack which by the way always looked brand new.

Around us, jocks made jokes on random topics, some of which you do not want to hear about, cheerleaders squealed and waved at Lizzie and I- correction just Lizzie and the stereotype rich daddy's girls spoke in not so hushed whispers about their newest items and their vast knowledge of dating tips.

To the naked eye, Lizzie fit right into that collection of people. She had a rich dad and she was an only child so it's safe to say that she's a total Daddy's girl so she gets new stuff like everyday and she was essentially a love expert.

But to me, Liz was more than that, she was smart and kind and just an all round amazing person except for the times she gets into her 'don't mess with me' personality.

And there was also the lust stricken teenagers who did the usual PDA except with a bit of extra stuffs you would not like to know about and finally the 'it's-called-self-praise-not being boastful' guys who laughed loudly and showed off their body art.

Focused on blocking them all out, I sipped my still hot drink, savoring the taste in my mouth.

Beside me, Lizzie looked through her phone, probably replying to comments on her Instagram.

"You know what'll go really well with these?"I asked her.

"What?"she asked with her attention on her phone.

"Cookies, double chocolate chip, "I told my best friend.

"You have some?"she asked, still tapping away on her phone.

"No but I was hoping you could ask someone from your Instagram to bake some and mail them to us."

Lizzie looked up from her phone and gave me a pointed look,"you know, sometimes I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"Just hold this,"I said as we stopped in front of our lockers and I handed her my cup after she pocketed her phone and then I searched my bag.

"My mom made a batch this morning,"I said as we exchanged my cup and the cookies, "just decided to bring some in."

Lizzie took a cookie from the transparent Ziploc bag I had a out them in.

"I wish my mom could back like yours," she said with a mouthful.

"I thought your mom does those bake sale things like once a month? "I wondered.

Mrs O'Conner was part of the trophy wives society which is my term for the club of wives of rich men who host banquets and donate randomly to charities and stuff.

I say that with absolute respect by the way.

But anyway, Lizzie's mom hold these huge bake sales but not with just cookies and stuffs but with large cakes and baked goods you didn't know even existed and she donates all the profits to homeless shelters.

"Yeah, but she doesn't make them, "Lizzie explained,"the homemade stuff taste different. I love my mom, she's awesome but my dad and I agree that I'd be nice if she cooked often because she's a really good cook."

"So, I'll tell my mom you love it then?"I asked, moving away from the touching subject.

The thing is, I wanted to comfort Liz and tell her how amazing her mom is but we've had this conversation before and I had a feeling that Liz felt I didn't really understand how she felt because to her, I couldn't relate.

"Yeah, she knows I do," Lizzie said as she opened her locker with filled hands and switched up her stuff, "speaking of love, I've gotta go. Owen messed up and he needs my help planning something to apologize... Urg! I've forgotten what it was."

"Who's Owen?"I wondered.

"Sydney's boyfriend," Lizzie answered as she went through her locker.

See? Matchmaker.

"I was wondering where she was,"I said as I placed my coffee cup inside my locker and pulled my glasses off to clean them.

The steams were blurring my lenses.

"I think she said she was going to excort her sister to the airport,"Lizzie said.

"Bethany is leaving already?"I pouted,"I wanted to ask her what it was like to be an FBI agent."

"Would you mind if she came tonight?"

"I thought she was leaving today."

"I meant Sydney. Your new friend. Whom you've actually met and had a conversation with."

"Yeah, sure she can come, "I nodded,"I was going to invite her myself though."

"Really?"

"Yeah,"I shrugged.

"I'll let you do it at lunch then,"Lizzie said as she tossed her coffee cup in a nearby trash can.

She reached for something on the ground as I put my glasses back on.

"Hey, Si, this fell from your locker,"Liz said as handed me a piece of paper folded in half and shut her locker.

"I'll see you later," she said and took of before I could question it.

Obviously another one of her birthday surprises.

With guesses of what could be within, I unfolded the paper and read it's contents.

I was kinda disappointed when it wasn't a cutesy birthday wish.

I'm watching you- M

It was definitely not from Lizzie.

I looked around to see if I could find out who put this in but I couldn't.

I think someone put this in the wrong locker.

After tossing the note in the trash, I grabbed my books, my hot chocolate and my cookie ready to head to my first period class and then I saw him.

Not Jason Macaulay but someone else.

He back.

Of course he's back, he was standing there; at the end of the hallway wearing his very annoying signature smirk.

He's supposed to be in Great Britain for goodness sake.

I groaned inwardly as he winked at me.

He, Matt Davis winked at me and then he walked off.

Remember the Matt Davis Lizzie punched in the eye for stealing my glasses?

Well, he's the same Matt Davis.

I mean, he's all grown up now, obviously, but he is still the definition of trouble.

If not worst.

It's like... He's out to get me.

This theory was confirmed last year in our sophomore year when things got a lot worst.

He has started hanging out with the rich kids even though he didn't really for in with them.

Sure his dad's is the principal and he was very annoying, he didn't belong with the popular crowd in my opinion.

I mean look at Lizzie, she could be the poster girl for teenage drama queen but she isn't but I guess that proves anything is possible then?

He even changed his name from Matthew Davidson Clerk to Matt Davis because that sounded much cooler in his stupid head.

He's part of the reason I got so used to staying at the store.

I hated going home knowing he was right next door.

Yes. Luckily for me, the guy's my next door neighbor.

I could never figure out why though, not why he was my neighbour but why he derived joy in making my life miserable.

Things turned up for me mid sophomore year when I was at the pointing punching the guy but then he got selected for the exchange student program and he left for somewhere in Britain.

I don't know the details but Lizzie and I were too busy celebrating to even care to find out.

Anyway, sadly for me, he's back two months early to ruin my life even more.

You might think I'm exaggerating but I'm not.

Soon, I'm sure Matt Davis will proof me right and you'll that dude is nothing but trouble.

{≠}

I laid on my bed staring up at my bedroom's blue ceiling filled with glow in the dark stickers put there by Liz and I back when we thirteen as I stroked Sky's fur.

The ceiling was painted to look like beautiful blue cloudy skies.

That was how I named Sky, my love of blue, blue cloudy skies.

Incase you're wondering why I'm up here in my bedroom on the evening of my birthday staring up at the ceiling, here's an explanation.

My mom didn't want me to help out in the kitchen so she shooed me out to go shower or nap.

I did shower, though I was going to but anyway, now I'm dressed in a comfy light azure (BTW, I only know that colour because of Lizzie but incase you're not as well educated on colour as I am, it's the same thing as light blue)pullover hoodie, black leggings and grey woolen socks.

I'm only wearing the hoodie because it was lying on my dresser not I'm crazy about blue or anything of that sorts.

As I got out of bed, tired of staying in here and ready to head back down, Courtney poked her head in.

"Sienna!"

I shot out of bed instantly and she pulled in a hug.

"Happy birthday!"

She didn't get to wish me at the store because I came straight home after Mg called and mom got off work earlier than usual.

"Thanks,"I said to her before I called Sky off my bed.

"Your dad just got home," she said as she led me downstairs and took Sky in my arms again.

Going down the stairs are a bit difficult for him.

"How long have you have you been here?"I asked Court.

"I just got here,"Courtney said,"your dad came me a ride."

Everyone was here.

Dad, mom, Mg, Lizzie and Sydney.

Dad held a pink box with Katie's cursive logo on it.

"You went to Katie's?"I squealed.

I loved Katie's bakery/creamery.

I felt it's the little things in life that make me really happy like cake from Katie's or my family decorating the place for my birthday or the not so little things like my new car.

Katie's was the best bakery ever in my opinion.

They had everything!

From the big stuffs like cakes and pies to the smaller stuffs like cupcakes or scones which I kinda like by the way.

They had icecream, milkshakes and icecream-milkshakes for example blueberry fool.

Gosh! My mouth's watering just thinking of the delicious baked goods.

Luckily, they were currently expanding and had like twelve stores in my country and a few in some other countries.

"We did,"Mg answered as she showed me a transparent box of red velvet cupcakes which I loved by the way.

It was in my list of favorite edible things.

There was Nutella, Chocolate icecream, Blueberry fool, Double chocolate chip cookies, Velvet cupcakes with vanilla icing and colourful sugar sprinkles.

"We couldn't get them with vanilla icing,"Mg said as though he knew what was on my mind, "but we had sprinkled with sugar."

"And they're for desert," my mom says as she walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands off on her apron, "but don't worry, Si. It's your birthday so you'll have a bigger piece."

Lizzie let out a giggle,"hi, Mrs Hart."

"Elizabeth,"my mom smiled,"always a pleasure. Si, who's your friend?"

"Sydney,"I said and Sydney gave a little wave.

"You're welcome to my home,"my mom smiled,"I'd give you a hug but I wouldn't like to get your dirty."

"I completely understand, "Sydney said with a curt nod.

"Alright, Elizabeth, Sydney, set the table,"my mom said, giving out orders as though she was getting ready for an operation, "Mg, James, unwrap the cake and get the drinks ready and Courtney come help me in the kitchen."

Court smiled as she followed my mom in the kitchen,"for a second there, I thought you'd forgotten about me."

I guess now you kinda see why Lizzie and I shipped 'Courtwell' like crazy. Courtney was a part of the family.

My dad trusts her, my mom and Mg love her and she's like the big sister I never had.

Not to put pressure on my brother or anything but I really hope he can work things out with her.

{≈}

After we had dinner, Courtney helped mom clear the plates, dad placed the cake and cupcakes on the table, Mg filled up the glasses and Lizzie placed a candle shaped like seventeen in my cake.

Soon, everyone settled down while their presents for me in their laps.

My mom shot me a knowing smile as she lit the candle and I knew what was coming next.

"Birthday song," she said as she started to film with her phone.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I had it in a long ponytail and I laughed as they began to sing the traditional happy birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday day to you. Happy birthday, Si-en-na... Happy birthday to you!"

"Blow out your candles!"Courtney urged and I did with a huge blow as I leaned forward in my seat.

"Present time,"Lizzie squealed as she clapped her hands together rapidly after the cake was cut and shared.

"Yup,"Mg said as he got out of his seat with two boxes tucked under his arms and when he walked over to my side of the table, he placed the two boxes I front of me.

"So that one came in the mail for you, "Mg explained as I tore the wrapping of the first one, "it's from Jacob. He says he's sorry he couldn't make it this year."

Jacob Lockheart is our cousin, he's away in college now with his girlfriend Olivia Wilson.

He's an only child so he's pretty close to my family because Aunt Linda and Uncle John aren't really big on celebrations and stuff but luckily Jay didn't turn out that way.

He and Mg are like twins so that kinda makes him a second but brother to me plus the pranks and teases and all that completely harmless stuff unlike a particular someone with the initials M D.

Once the wrapper was off, I pulled the box's cover open to reveal the contents.

He got me a pair of glasses with glossy black frames and contacts.

There was also a note that read: I know your prescription, S. Don't worry.

They were really beautiful though I wasn't sure I'd use the contacts for a while but anyway Thanks, Jay.

"Here, open mine, "Mg said as he lifted the other box into my lap.

I was a bit heavy so I guessed it was a lighter weight friend for Sky.

After placing Jacob's present for me if the table beside my very yummy cake.

I repeated my unwrapping actions before I pulled the box open.

"You're kidding,"I gushed when I saw what was inside, "you got me skates?! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The newest addition to my shoe rag which wasn't much by the way was purple with hints of blue at the sides.

Though I might have never mentioned it, I love ice skating as dorking as that sounds.

I love it and from what I've been told, I'm pretty good at it.

It's the reason it don't mind the winter season coming early, so the ice skating rink can be open again.

It's kinda just a hobby but a bit more seeing I put effort into it.

My mom thinks I should do it competitively but I always make sure I remind her what it really is.

A simple hobby.

"You're welcome,"Mg smiled and my mom walked over as she ended her video.

"Let's take this to the living room," she suggested,"there's much more space there."

And that's what we did.

There, I settled in the middle of the three seated couch and Courtney settled on my left while Lizzie sat on my right

Courtney placed a wrapped box in my lap and I thanked her even before I opened it it.

In the box, there's another box with a VL logo on it with 'beauty' printed in cursive below it.

Makeup.

Remember VL lines?

The one Lizzie was modeling some pieces for the other day?

Well this was there makeup line.

There was VL lines for clothing and accessories, VL beauty for makeup and facial skin care and VL skin for body and hair care.

God, I sounded like a VL ambassador or something.

Now, back to Court's present.

She got me a makeup lit complete with brushes and cosmetics inside incase you weren't clear on that.

I appreciated it, I really did because I knew how much normal makeup costs more add the fact that they're VL products... Well, I'm a bit surprised Courtney has money to spare for all this.

That came out wrong.

The thing is, Courtney's family passed away in a car accident when she was thirteen and so she's lived with her aunt and drunkard uncle ever since.

I'm sure you figured out that she's sponsoring her college education so she needs every single dollar she can get.

Now I felt really guilty that I wasn't even going to use this stuff and Court hates pity so she'd feel they way I didn't accept it.

I never apply makeup except it was a bit of lipgloss, the flavoured ones, here and there and mascara but only on a good day and good days are rare.

I mean, today is my birthday so it's bound to be a good day but you don't see me wearing any makeup at all do you?

As I explored the content of my new makeup kit, I found something I would actually use.

Flavoured lipgloss.

For now, I wasn't a fan of lipstick.

Flavoured lipgloss I could get the to but lipstick, no.

Those were a bit too messy.

VL lines had everything including the lipgloss, who knew?

That's when I noticed something else in the first box.

Intrigued, I removed the makeup kit to get a better look and then I pulled out the blue item.

It was a blue puffy dress with netting and a bit of silver glitter.

If you've seen the Cinderella live movie remake, you'd have an idea of what the dress looks like.

"Courtney, I love it,"I said as I embraced.

"I knew you would," she said,"and hey, I know you're not a makeup girl but when the need arises, just remember you're covered."

I gave her a smile and put her presents aside as Liz placed a box in my lap.

I frowned at my bestfriend,"No. I am not accepting anything else from you."

She rolled her eyes,"and why's that?"

"You bought half

the mall yesterday,"I reminded her. "Yeah, I forgot to tell you. Would you mind going to the mall tomorrow to help restock the shelves?"

"Yeah, after cheer practice, "Lizzie replied and I gave her a pointed look.

"Just open it, " she urged.

I adjusted my glasses though they didn't need adjustment and with a sigh, I opened the box.

Hair product.

And believe me when I said they looked expensive.

There was also a cute key holder in the box with a life sized butterfly attached to it.

So she knew I was getting a car and didn't tell me.

I was beginning to question how close Lizzie was to my parents but not in a creepy way.

"Now, before you say anything, "Lizzie began,"just know, I didn't waste a dime. You know my mom's bestfriends with Mrs Asher so Mrs Asher gave her some samples and my said I could have them but seeing you're my bestfriend who's always complaining about her hair, you seemed like a more deserving owner."

No wonder they were packaged so nicely.

VL went all out.

"And the key holders, "Liz smiled as she jiggled a matching one with a few keys attached to it, "I thought we could match."

Noticing the hidden agenda behind this, I said,"you lost our friendship bracelets, didn't you?"

"Yeah," she said slowly, chewing her lip as she placed the keys back in her lap,"but I'll find them. I'm sure it's in my room."

If you've ever been in Lizzie's wide and spacious bedroom, you'd know that she wasn't going to find anything she lost.

"Or you can just go buy an exact copy,"I said, a bit of hurt in my voice as I reminded her of the last time that happened.

"That was one time," she drawled out,"I'm said I was sorry, Si."

"I'm not mad,"I clarified.

"I'll find them, I promise."

"Last and hopefully not least,"Sydney said as she handed me a box.

I gave her a thankful smile.

She barely knows me but yet she got me a present for my birthday.

To be honest, I think I judged her a bit too harshly.

The box was small so it was probably a book.

Another for my collection.

Once I had the wrapping off, I held my breath when I got a glimpse of what was within.

"You didn't,"I blurted not believing what laid in front of me.

Sydney gave me a smug smile.

"How did you get your hands on this?! "I asked as I picked the book from the box and ran my fingers over the cover.

It was meant to be in book stores in the December, that's like a month away.

It was the lastest book in the heirs series.

What happens in summer!

"Open it,"Sydney said with a smile and I did.

Inside was a letter of sorts.

Hi, Sienna!

So I heard you're my number one fan and honestly, it's a bit unreal to me. Though I don't do this a lot (I've never done this before) this is my gift to you. Well, Sydney's gift. Thank you so much for reading my books though I'm not sure that they're as good as you feel but it's amazing people like you two who keep my ink flowing. I wish you a happy birthday and the best imperfect perfect lover. PS, if that does happen, I wanna be the first to know. Who knows, it could be the next heirs hit. Happy birthday #1 fan.

Xoxo,

Goldie.

I held my breath for a minute before I squealed and pulled Syd into a hug.

"This is unbelievable, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, Sienna but this position isn't exactly comfortable for me."

I think this is beginning of a wonderful friendship between Syd and I.

Someone tell me when her birthday is coming up.

✿

Soon Courtney and Syd left and later, Lizzie followed.

Then I helped mom and Mg clean up and take down the decorations despite their protests of telling me not to.

Once that was done, I took all my presents to my bedroom and I returned downstairs and I filled up Sky's food and water bowls, taking them to my bedroom too then I headed in from

for the night after saying goodnight to Dad, mom, and Mg.

In my bedroom, I put everything I had gotten in place.

Not because I was obsessed with organisation or something but just because it was right.

Then I changed into mismatched PJs: a blue cotton vest singlet and pink shorties that had tiny flower prints on it.

I also braided my hair into a loose plait after brushing my teeth.

After I had my backpack for school tomorrow packed, I walked out to my balcony.

It's not as spacious as you think though.

The width is both my arms spread out side ways and the length's my waist area.

I noticed the lights in the Davidson home are all out so hopefully Matt was asleep and not scheming up some plan to give me another notice of his return.

What are the odds that he's changed and my plans to complete this school year without drama are still intact?

You know what?

I'm not going to answer that.

I think- I know I judged Syd a bit too soon and I'm done with that.

I smiled up at the twinkling stars, maybe I could be like them.

Sure they were each surrounded by a million other stars but they each twinkled not asking for attention or anything but because that's what they were made to do.

It's time for a change.

Not some random makeover but just a little bit of twinkling.