You took the wand of the mascara and applied it to your eyelashes, then you leaned over to grab your eye liner pencil.
You grab it and make a small wing on both eyes. They seemed to flawlessly fit your eye shape.
You took a brush to your short hair and grabbed a curling iron, trying to curl the shortness to the best of your ability.
You look at yourself in your vanity and smile, the door opened and you suddenly turned to the door. You sighed in relief seeing it was just Henry.
"You scared me-" you laughed slightly.
"Why are you dolled up?" Henry asked you, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm going to hang out with... Greta." You say while putting some fishnets on, then sliding your jean shorts on.
"I thought you hated her?" He leaned against the door frame, suddenly confused.
"I do, but I need other friends." You say, fluffing up your curls to make them look boing-y.
You slid on your sneakers, looking out your window.
"Shit, she's here-" you swing the door open all the way, almost knocking henry over, who started following behind you.
"Why does Bowers live with you?" The dirty blond-ish girl asked you. You answered.
"Because he's my older brother doy! I thought-" you paused and looked behind you at Henry.
"Yeah, they're my little sibling." He smiled at you, his gaze flickering from you to Greta. Henry slowly walked over to Greta whispering something in her ear:
"Get them home by ten o'clock sharp, and if you don't I'll hunt you down." She nodded reluctantly at the taller boy.
"L-lets go l/n-" she stutters out of fear.
"Bowers" you correct her, turning back to flip off henry, he sticks his tongue out, returning the favor.
And off you were, two ₲₳Ɏ friends, going to a mall together.
YOU ARE READING
"Cloud Nine" beverly marsh x gn/fn reader
Romance"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙧?" .... "𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵?-" a story in which you are the younger step sibling of Henry Bowers, you arnt a little bitch who's afraid of gun...
