pink lips & glitter eyes } fayton

Fox kicked me out of our room. That's fine! I don't even care, he gets moody when he hasn't seen his boyfriend in a while anyways. And when I call him gay, pushed me out our joint room and as soon as I heard that lock click I knew I was fucked, "whatever! just don't touch my stuff, asshole,"

"DON'T COME BACK"

It happens all the time, really, like when we're on the same twin level it's fine, we're just really good at pissing each other off on purpose. So I can't be mad because then he wins, and I was trying to make him mad, meaning I'm winning right now, and it's gonna stay that way! The trick up my sleeve is I actually have friends, I was supposed to spend the night with Fawn anyways so really, he just did me a favor being a piss baby! Must really be lame peeing on yourself all the time, Fox! 

"Okay Lay,"

"Okay-"

"I brought out all my best makeup for tonight," oh and there's a lot of it, hundreds of dollar bills worth of cosmetics slapped right in front of me and all I brought was one extra shirt. It's practically how we became friends, sisters born wearing the same size jeans, she was and still is the prettiest girl I've ever met. Little kids holding hands, I remember almost crying seeing her for the first time because I knew I wouldn't be as pretty, y'know? In the first grade I threw a rock at the back of her head, I missed and blamed it on Fox saying he had a crush on her. We sat there eating grass blades and that was the second conversation we had. 

"Ready for the best makeover ever?"

"Hell yeah!"  

And in all honesty I'm still kinda jealous, I don't get it. Same year, before we had gotten close, I taped a piece of paper to her bookbag that just said "get out of my school!" because she was too pretty, and she just like- keeps getting better? Nobody makes me feel this way, heart pounding, mouth dry; maybe I'm just a bad friend. "Do you remember that time we made the ginger bread men and gave them like, really good wings?" Popping gum in my mouth, we've been best friends for years so I don't know why I still feel like that. "But we ate them with the make up still on and got super sick?" 

"Honestly, I still think it was worth it."

"Ten out of ten, would eat makeup off gingerbread men again,"

"Gingerbread daddies."

HA, best, "they're practically their own genus and species, they were so thick." Snickering at my own jokes- they just keep getting stupid and stupider. Fawn and I always joked like this, god like back when I had a crush on Jairus Whittermore, I'd lick grease off that man. I used to doodle hearts around his name and we'd call him Whittermoan, for obvious reasons, him and Fawn would've been the best couple I swear. It's like ice cream and cake, best two things in existence put together? One super great thing. Cats and blankets, chewing gum and cinnamon, me and money -- they just work, yknow? 

I stare at Fawn's hand as she stares at me, and this is the weirdest part about make overs. I love the attention, Fawn looking over my entire face, close enough to kiss her cheek whenever I wanted, but it's also really, really weird. Because we're so close, you know? "You already have perfect skin, so you don't need any foundation," fuck yeah! Internal screaming, perfect skin at fifteen what else do you really need besides a rich husband? I can't wait to get married, Fawn and I can get matching wedding dresses and joint weddings; we have to be at each other's wedding, y'know? Like, basically by law. 

"So let's just start with eyeshadow," 

"Juicy eyeshade," succulent. Why am I laughing at that, chewing gum and trying not to talk too much, ready for her to death grip my head and stab me in the eye. It's like, acupuncture basically, painful but it's so good afterwards, like watching sad movies. We should totally watch a movie after this, aw man, Fawn's mom makes the best popcorn. "Do you think pink is my color?" Cinnamon on my tongue, I don't want to get dedicated if it can't love my skin tone back, y'know?

It's just so hard, being this perfect at fifteen.