[SDMN] Imagines

Wroetobehz #1

*high school*

"That's gotta go near my eye?!"

"Yes! That's why it's called eyeliner, Ethan."

"Harry, I swear to God if you poke my eye out..." Ethan leaned away as far as he could while remaining cross-legged on the floor.

"Have you ever heard of anyone getting their eye poked out by me?" Harry challenged. His hesitant mate shook his head. "Exactly. Now close your eyes and don't flinch."

Nervously, Ethan closed his eyes awaiting the expected torture of a pointy object to touch his eye. When it did, he flinched at the sensation.

"Ack!"

"I said don't flinch!" Harry moaned out.

"Sorry! It's kinda hard not to." Ethan kept squinting his eyes.

"Please, try." The blonde boy pouted. His saddened expression made Ethan feel guilty. Ethan scooted closer again and closed his eyes without having to be asked to. He could hear an inhale of happiness from his friend. The foreign object retouched his face. It was cold and wet - not what he thought it would feel like. "Thanks for letting me do this." Harry was so close his breath gently touched his Ethan's face.

"Sure thing." he responded, trying his best not move too much. He felt Harry stop for moment.

"I know this is uncomfortable for you but it's really just for fun. That's all." Harry reassured. He knew the weeks long refusal to agree to this came from a sense of insecurity. That's how it is for most men.

"Well I figured since there's no one's makeup to do for this year's musical, I'd be your guinea pig." Ethan's shrug received a warm smile. "Saves everyone else from the torture."

"Hey!" Harry playfully slapped him on the arm. "Why are you always teasing me?" he giggled.

"Because it makes you laugh." Ethan flashed a cheeky grin. Harry only rolled his eyes at him before returning to his craft. The eyeliner was drawn across on the other eye.

"So, I've been thinking..." Harry started.

"Uh oh."

"Shush!" They both chuckled. Before carrying on, Harry admired his work, and his model, for a moment. "Stunning." he commented as he put away the eyeliner. "What can we do to bring Simon and Vik closer together?"

"I don't think we need to do that. They seem to get along just fine on their own." Ethan raised an eyebrow. The recent development of their close friendship seemed to capture the attention of everyone in the theater department. 

"We could set up a date or something." he suggested, ignoring Ethan's words. There was a daydreamy look glazed over his face as he twiddled with the mascara tube in his hands.

"Harry, just let it happen naturally. It's only a matter of time before they become official." Ethan rested a hand on Harry's shoulder. 

"Did you ask Vik about Simon? I want to know what he thinks." Harry grabbed Ethan's knees as he leaned in closely. The close touch tied a knot in Ethan's stomach. These repeated signs of excitement were starting to make him nervous that there is something more to the two of them. 

Relating back to the matter at hand: Of course Ethan was being dragged into their drama because Vik is his tutor.

"Yes, I did. He said that he really likes Simon's character and that he finds Simon's singing incredible." Ethan shared. Harry's face fell and his posture slouched. 

"He didn't say if Simon was pretty or..." 

"Why are you so involved?"

"Because I think they are so cute together! The way they walk into rehearsal together and eat lunch together and do literally almost everything together." Harry gushed on the pairing. 

"Did you know JJ likes Simon?" Ethan burst out. It's not like JJ told him to keep it a secret.

"He does? Ohhhh! That's why JJ always wants to practice 'Thrill of First Love'." His eyes drifted to the side as the choreography played in his head. "Doesn't matter. I think Vik and Simon are meant for each other." He crossed his arms. There was something cute about the usually mute boy's stubbornness. 

"Okay, I'll leave the shipping to you. Are you done with my makeover yet?" Ethan moved the subject back to what they were really here for.

"No. There are two steps left. And one involves more eye poking!" Harry waved the wand around.

"Goddammit..." Ethan sighed.

The whole ordeal, which could've been done in one minute, took five more minutes - because Ethan wouldn't stop complaining about the mascara. When Harry was happy and finished with his work, he presented Ethan with his own reflection. At first glance, Ethan didn't think it was actually him. There was woman in front of him. Minus literally everything else about Ethan because he was still very clearly masculine. Still, the untapped beauty in the mirror made him realize it wasn't worth all the fear. In the reflection, Harry stood looking longingly at his theater buddy. 

"I'm, honestly, so amazed. I can tell you've been doing this since you were ten now." Ethan praised his friend. He turned around to face him. A glowing smile iridescently shined from the blonde boy. His blue eyes twinkled at the acceptance and unexpected positive feedback. 

In the hot flash of a millisecond, a switch flipped from the bottom of Ethan's stomach. That glimmer in Harry's face struck a match within him. A flame arose. A crackling fire started.

A crush.

There was no mistaking this. It was that same feeling he had with every woman beforehand. But now it was over a boy. However, it didn't scare him right away. Somehow it felt the same as all the previous crushes.

Does that mean kissing a boy would feel the same?

"Makes me wish we were doing Hairspray or something like that this year." Harry looked to Ethan's eyes softly. His gaze was met with a steely eyed look of desire and curiosity. "I think you look pretty." They took one step each closer.

It didn't have to mean anything. He just wanted to know.

Ethan gave Harry a peck on the lips. That wasn't enough to know. Ethan locked lips with Harry. It  only lasted three seconds and their bodies remained distanced. That time was enough to know. It felt different from all the girls, unique compared to all the girls. And it felt good.

And that scared him.

"So..." Harry wasn't sure what this meant for them.

"What time is it?" Ethan asked with an abruptness to the question.  

"Almost five o'clock." he answered.

"I have to get going."

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to take that long." Harry knelt down to clean up all of his supplies. It hurt that Ethan didn't acknowledge what he did. At the same time, Harry hadn't fully processed what had happened either; So it only kind of hurt.

"All good. We were rambling on a lot." Ethan pulled a cloth of makeup remover from the package beside him. He swiped the face Harry put on, off. He rubbed his face red trying to scrub off every smudge of eyeliner and lipstick.

"Here." Harry held out Ethan's backpack for him.

"Thanks. My mom will be here in a few minutes. We can wait outside if you want." The ginger invited with his hand extended out.

"Okay." Harry shyly smiled as he took Ethan's hand.