"Who's that over there?"
The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both.
"Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I scrunched...
the song for this chapter is "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys :)
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Have you got color in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
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Finley
I nudged Willa over with my shoulder as she proceeded to take up the entire bathroom mirror, just like she always did. I gave up on trying to explain that she had her own bathroom and that it'd be much more efficient for us to get ready separately. She told me it was the civic duty of best friends everywhere to get ready together before a night out.
"Watch it, Finn, you're gonna make me mess up my eyeliner," Willa warned, steadying her elbow on the counter as she smoked out her winged eyeliner.
"I am so sorry, Willa. If only there were a way for us both to get ready without bumping into each other," I sighed sarcastically, biting back a grin and laughing when Willa's hand reached up to smack my shoulder.
I unscrewed the cap to my dark brown mascara, sweeping a coat of it onto my lashes, before screwing it closed again.
I reached for my cream blush, blending a few dots of it onto my cheeks, and then proceeded to use some clear brow gel to hold my brows in place. I placed a bit of highlighter onto the tip of my nose, and then shifted around for my favorite cherry red lip tint.
I had never been too fond of the feeling of lipstick on my mouth, I wish I was. I just touch my lips so much subconsciously, that it ends up getting everywhere, so, instead, I opted for a tint, and then would swipe a layer of lip balm or a clear gloss on top of it.
Willa peeked at me in the mirror.
"Okay, don't let it go to your head, but, you look really fucking hot. I'm so glad you got those boots," she complimented, and I placed my hand over my heart and pouted my bottom lip out at her.
"Willa, you flatter me so," I replied dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, "you look pretty sexy yourself," I added, admiring her choice of clothing: a fitted long-sleeved black crop top with a pair of pale yellow and black plaid pants, paired with some black booties. She added some gold jewelry to accessorize and was going for a simple but sultry makeup look.
I had chosen to debut my new boots tonight. I wore them with a red strappy tank top and wide-leg jeans with a black belt, the whole outfit just felt like me.
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