☑ THE SHADOW | Peter Maximoff

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~ 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 ~

"Aya? Aya! Wake up!"

"Mm? What?" Amara groaned, burying her head further into her pillow to try blocking out the voice of Jean.

"Wake up! It's noon!"

Amara's voice was muffled as she muttered back, "Perfect time for sleep."

"No! You said you were going to help me with my history today!"

She didn't move.

"Alright, that's it..."

Amara was jolted awake as a sudden bright beam of light was cast directly into her eyes, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning deeply.

She had never been a morning person - ever. And, like always, her best friend could not be more opposite than her.

Amara looked around in confusion, trying to make sense of her bed and body covered in candy wrappers while her chemistry notes lay askew on the floor.

"What the-"

"Shower. Now." Jean instructed, pulling her out of the bed and shoving her towards the bathroom door. "You're not allowed to act hungover when all you did last night was eat sugar."

Amara stuck her tongue out at Jean and quickly stepped into the bathroom, where she shut the door and threw off her clothes. A minute later, her body was standing under the showerhead, and she sighed at the feeling of the warm water bouncing and dripping off her skin.

It was only then that she felt all the kinks in her muscles from the awkward position she fell asleep in, and she raised her hands up to gently rub them away. The bathroom was silent, save for the dripping of water and Amara's gentle humming as she massaged her shampoo into her hair, but the sound of the door opening slightly startled her.

"Shave, too," Jean called. "I wanna see some leg today."

Amara groaned. "Leg?"

"Yes! I found this super cute skirt in your drawers and I wanna see you wear it!"

"Yes, mom."

After following the orders of Jean and freshening herself up, Amara stepped out of the shower and dried her body off with her towel. She got herself ready and dressed within minutes (not without a good few minutes of arguing with Jean about the length of the skirt in her hands), and after brushing her teeth, she walked into her room and sat in front of her little makeup table.

Once her foundation was applied, she used her concealer to cover any acne that was present and the bags under her eyes. However, before she could reach over to her eyeshadow palette - which consisted of different shades of black and grey - Jean swatted her hand away.

"Wha-"

"Shush."

"But-"

"No."

"Jean-"

"Silence!"

Amara huffed and shut her eyes, deciding that if she knew the color Jean was going to put, she would only fight with her for forty-five minutes instead.

She bit her lip in anticipation. Of course, if anyone else tried to do this, they would have already been kicked out of the room - Jean knew she had that power, and she used it every chance she could.

"Okay," Jean said after a few minutes. "Open."

Amara obeyed with slight hesitancy, but when she opened her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief. Jean had kept her thick, winged eyeliner the way that Amara usually liked it, but the eyeshadow had a cyan blue in the corner that faded to her usual black.