As I Fall

Seven.

OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME, I KNOW I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON. I really don't have any excuses but I did go on a trip to celebrate my birthday last weekend! 19 motherfuckers! Anyways, Here ya go guys! :) Remember to tell me what you think and follow me for updates!

**walk of shame to computer**

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We decided on playing Call of Duty: Black Ops.

It was safe to say I was whopping her ass.

She had died 17 times.

"Skyler."

"Sky."

"Skyleeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

"Can we PLEASE do something else?" Alex is just about two inches from my face, and I was just about two seconds from punching her in the face.

"Alex," I say in a deadly calm voice, "if you don't get the fuck out of my face I'm going to take this game and shove it-"

Luckily for Alex, I was cut off by her phone ringing.

"Yo. Umhum.... yup... okay... coolieo... OKAY. Yeah I love you too," She rolls her eyes, "Mkay see you then, bye."

I look at her skeptical, "Who was that?"

"Oh that was Ashton, he said that he'd be here in about an hour and a half. He had work today or something," she says with a small smile on her face.

My eyes feel like they bug out of my skull at the realization that he would see me in only an hour. Alex's smile instantly fades as she seems register the same thing I do. "Oh fuck, we've got to fix you up."

"Yeah, oh fuck's right. I look like a garbage truck and we've only got an hour!" I exclaim.

"Jesus Skyler calm down I can help you. I'm actually super good with makeup so we can make you look like you in no time," she says enthusiastically.

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An hour later I was about to pluck my eyes out.

No, I was about to pluck Alex's eyes out.

"OH MY GOD. Skyler just stop moving your fucking face and we can get this done faster!" Alex's face was once again about two inches from my own, only this time she was armed with an eyeliner pencil. Now, don't get me wrong, I wear makeup all the time. This isn't some amazing parallel universe where all the girls are fresh faced and don't look like they haven't slept in twenty years. But I don't think that our relationship is strong enough for me to trust her with a pencil on my eye. Plus, she already stabbed me twice in the eye with the mascara brush.

"UHG," I stood up and took the brush from her, ignoring the pain that shot through my body, "God Alex, I'll do it myself!"

I walked to the mirror and finished the job in under a minute.

"Ta-fuckin-da," I said sarcastically.

"Now that's not the way a lady should speak." I turned around and faced where the voice came from.

"Do you think give a shit if I look like a lady or not Ashton?" He rolled his eyes and plopped down on Alex's bed.

"Are you ever going to give me my sweatshirt back?" he asks. "Nope," I pop the 'p', "it's very warm so I think that I'll keep it," I say with a bright smile on my face.

"So did you need something or did you come in my room just to annoy us?" Alex snaps playfully.

He shrugs and makes himself more comfortable on the bed, "Actually I came in here just to annoy you," he smiles, "What have you girls been doing all morning?"