Acceptance - Creek // SP

Gingerbread scent

I sit on my bed and sigh.

I can't believe Wendy figured it out.

I grab my freezing-cold pillow and cover my face with it.

I hear my door creak and look up.

"Hey cock muncher," Tricia says while pulling a massive grin.

I hum.

"Getting creative," I reply whilst nodding.

"Thanks, I thought of that as I stood in front of your door," Tricia replies with a proud smile.

Was she trying to listen in on me or something?

"How long were you stood there? And why were you stood there?" I question.

Tricia rolls her eyes.

"I wasn't there that long and anyway I was just listening to make sure one of your boyfriends weren't over," Tricia says as though it was completely normal to listen in on people.

"Anyway, that's not important." Tricia pulls a devious grin.

Oh God, I know that smile.

"What are you planning?" I give her an unsure look.

"Well, you're gay, so, MAKEUP!" Tricia squeals and then pulls out her makeup box.

She puts the box down on my desk and moves my keyboard out of the way.

"I had to go out and buy some darker foundation and stuff because I don't wear foundation and mom's is too pale." She says as she opens the box.

"You're not putting makeup on me," I tell her as I walk over.

"Wow, your amazing, perfect, little sister just went and bought makeup for you and you refuse it, what kind of monster are you." Tricia gives me an offended look and puts her hand on her chest.

"And besides, you wore mom's lip tint yesterday." She shrugs.

I groan.

"Fine. But if it doesn't come off and I have to go to school looking like an idiot, I won't be happy." I sit down in my chair as Tricia jumps in excitement.

She grabs her brushes and sponges and starts putting what I assume is the foundation on my cheek.

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"And voilà!" Tricia says as she moves away from me.

I get up and walk over to my mirror.

I stare at myself.

I have fake lashes on but not those spider-looking ones I see some girls wearing, I have dark blue eyeshadow on with light blue inner corners, and dark red glossy lips, the foundation covers my spots but my dry skin makes it look kind of flakey and Tricia made my nose look slightly smaller.

"I look gay," I say monotonously.

"It suits you then." Tricia pulls a big grin.

"Kids! Dinner!" My mom shouts up the stairs.

Tricia gives me a shocked look and then bursts out laughing.

"Fuck!" I mumble.

"You are not going to get that off in time for a hot dinner and a happy mom," Tricia says, continuing to laugh.

I groan loudly.

"Well, we best get going to eat." Tricia nudges me with her elbow and smirks.

I roll my eyes and follow Tricia as she leaves my room.