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i want to live and not to survive
Cordy sat on the Carpenter girls couch, wrapped in a blanket, her gogo boots long having been discarded by the front door. Ethan sat on a single chair, staring over at her from across the room.
Cordy laid her head back on the couch when Mindy handed her a pack of makeup wipes. The Macher girl sighed, standing up before heading to the bathroom. Ethan followed after a moment of thinking.
"Use a condom, buddy." Anika joked causing his face to go red as he looked to Mindy who sent him a wink. He coughed, tripping on the rug before the hallway, the two girls laughed.
He knocked on the bathroom door, he waited a second before the door was opened. His eyes immediately caught onto hers, she motioned for him to come in which he did.
"What's up?" Cordila asked leaning on the counter, he shook his head, "Nothing.. I just wanted to see you." He cleared his throat, eyes falling from hers. "Miss me already? I barely left the room."
Cordy laughed slightly as she took her hair down from the ponytails, she let out a sigh of relief. "Man, my head hurts." She massaged her head slightly before coming through it with her hands.
There was still a small bump around the line her ponytails had once stood. "So what are you doing?" Ethan asked looking at her through the mirror, "I came to take off my makeup." She held up the wipes, snapping open the container.
"Can I do it?" 'Did I seriously just ask that?' He thought to himself, eyes widening slightly as she met his eyes through the mirror. "Take off my makeup?.. Sure, less work for me."
She jumped onto the counter, her legs open slightly as he unintentionally stood in between them. He gulped slightly, noticing their position, his virgin eyes were seeing stars.
He took the container and took out a wipe, his eyes followed everywhere but her own as he gently pressed the wipe to her face. Beginning to take off the makeup.
As he did, he took in every small detail on her face. She had a three moles, one on either side of her face and one on the left side of her nose. There was a faded scar on her lower cheek, likely from a fall that drew blood.
Ethan's gaze once again fell on her eyes, finding that she was already looking at him. She flushed seeing that she had been caught, he grinned like a dork as she looked to the side.
"All done." He tossed the used makeup wipe in the trash, she hummed, pulling at her sleeves. "I should have brought extra clothes." She murmured as she stood up from the counter, landing just in front of Ethan.
