A LOUD AND DRAMATIC GASP left Roxy's lips as she sat up from the floor, Reggie quickly looked at her with worry at her sudden action.
"What's wrong?" He asked with a panicked voices as he crouched down beside her. "Are you hurt? Are you in pain?"
"I just had the most amazing idea ever." Roxy mumbled as she looked at Reggie with a smile, she planted a soft kiss on his lips and disappeared. She reappeared in Julie's room and began shuffling through drawers in hopes of a makeup bag. It was quite a funny situation since Roxy has been nagging the boys about not entering Julie's room without her permission, yet there she was going through her things.
Finally, she found a large purple bag and zipped it open, it was messy and full of glittery eyeshadow, but, Roxy dug to the very bottom of the bag until she found the eyeliner. A wide grin was spread on her face as she shoved the makeup bag back into the drawer and teleported into the garage.
Reggie glanced at the object in her hand and back at Roxy, the mischievous grin was wide and plastered out for the whole world to see.
"What's that?" He mumbled as crease between his eyebrows forming.
"Loft." She replied simply as Reggie nodded and appeared onto the small crowded loft. They both sat on a familiar air mattress that Roxy had placed there herself whenever she needed to getaway from her own home. It was full of blankets and pillows that Reggie bought her, he claimed that he didn't want her to get cold but he really wanted to build blanket forts for late nights.
"Can you tell me what you're gonna do now?" Reggie asked as the girl pulled the top of eyeliner off.
"We are putting eyeliner on you." She responded as Reggie's mouth formed into a large O, a noise of realization came out of him.
"Wait," His brows furrowed as he looked at the girl in front of him, "what's eyeliner?"
"Something all the hot rockstars do to their eyes, don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all." Roxy shrugged as Reggie smiled, if it made him look hotter for his girl, he would do it.
"Okay."
Roxy climbed to his lap and lightly gripped his chin, "Now, try to be as still as possible."
"Can't really do that when your boobs are two inches from my face." He replied his eyes glancing down at the line of cleavage peeking from her red top. He felt a light tap on his chin as Roxy glared at him but she had a small smirk that she tried to hide.
"Hey, eyes closed, Reg."
"Right, sorry." His eyelids closed as Roxy stuck the tip of her tongue in concentration. Her slightly squinted as she grazed the black makeup on his eye, first left, then the right. "Are you almost done." Reggie impatiently muttered.
"Almost, babe." Roxy replied quietly, her breath fanned onto his cheek as Reggie peeked out of the one eye that was already done. He couldn't help but look down again, he grinned slightly as Roxy finished up the wing on right eye. "Are you staring at my tits again?"
"No." Reggie shut both his eyes, "Not at all."
Roxy chuckled as she ruffled his hair, it was one final touch to give him the rockstar look. The night that they died, Reggie's hair had been messed up and it took every muscle in her hormonal body not to do something, and by something, she means current things that weren't exactly kid friendly. Though, she had her own intrusive thoughts and fantasies in her mind all night—well, except when they died— but, when they started dating the thoughts got worse as she watched his hands play his base.
Roxy shook her head, she stood up and pulled Reggie up with her, she couldn't help but stare at the masterpiece she created. Here comes the damn thoughts
