SUPERNATURAL FILES #2: LIPSTICK

CHAPTER 17

"I'm done!" Aerin exclaimed as she lay flat on the carpeted floor.

"I called it," Giselle bluntly replied. "What did he do again?"

"He—" she aggressively rubbed her face and scoffed. "Why the hell did he even do that? Like the guts of that HANDSOME FUCKER!"

"Handsome?"

"Handsome," Aerin paused and sat up clearly baffled. "Who said he was handsome?"

"You?"

"Me!?" she scoffed, and like a string of lightning, she remembered, "ANYWAYS! I AM DONE."

"But you're still hanging out with him, even though he literally made your blood pressure rise right from the start."

By that, the smaller ravenette frowned, earning a look from the taller one, who worriedly sighed.

"You messed on that part; look at you."

"Right. He just seemed so true that I always forgot what's he like," she faked a sob. "So true that he fooled me."

"Too honest that even if he'll do a jerky move, you'll be carried away," Giselle patted her head. "Go take a shower; it'll help. A warm one."

"Yeah, thanks." On that, she wiggled herself up, dragging her feet towards their shared bathroom.

Though Aerin challenged herself to battle with cold water, she believed that her attention would swerve, which it did. The curses and yells were thrown directly at the poor and innocent liquid, who's maybe cursing back on her too.

Nevertheless, the fierce battle was over, and the small ravenette caged herself under her duvet. Like a mini and stuffy dome, while she sat as her laptop was settled on her crossed legs.

Her soft, peachy room is quiet; only the fast typing of the keys endlessly bounced through the four corners.

"I thought I warned you about the windows."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

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Aerin downed her first can of beer with a satisfied sigh, slamming it down on the floor board and reaching for a new one.

The vampire beside her just kept his eyes straight out of the window, the moon glowing in its full form as dark clouds passed through it.

It was the same cold night, though not at 3 AM like the window situation— happened– it was close to 11 PM. Her bedside lamp is the only light swarming in the room, though it was just enough for them to see.

The air between them is rather warm and comfortable—if you ask Aerin, that is. The times with the vampire helped her warm up to him, although not fully, as he still gave her an unbreakable rate of blood pressure.

Renjun wasn't scary at all. Except if he's hungry (or mad) and you happen to be his meal.

Aerin poked the male with the can, earning a bored look.

"Open"

"It's already the second one."

"I normally drink 3 or 4. Now open."