Sweet Night Lies. - Chim

Chapter 27

KIMBERLEY'S POV

I look at the two expensive couture dresses that cost way too much to only be worn once laid out on the bed. Matching accessories for each outfit that are made of gold and silver. And shoes neatly on the floor beside the dresses that only hurt your toes and feet and calves but seem to look feminine and glamorous. All soon to be worn to an award show by two band mates. Nothing more than friends. Soon to be photographed by tons of flashing camera and printed out onto cheap glossy magazines.

Cheryl has big grey hot rollers crowded in her hair as she puts an expensive moisturizer on her soft face. And I'm wrapping my hair around a hot curling iron. She looks back at me her rollers shaking a little on top of her head as she smiles at me her dimples indenting her cheeks.

I release the curl and wrap up another one.

"What?" I ask as she just looks at me and her smile grows a little on her pretty lips.

"Nothing. I'm just going to miss you." She says. I melt. A pout finds its way onto my lips as I continue fixing my hair.

"Don't start. I don't want to cry yet." My voice is quieter than usual and she makes a face I've never seen. A blend of sadness and something I can't seem to read. She swallows hard as she gets up to go to the ensuite. Dragging her little feet with her as she pouts.

I continue to curl my hair, burning my fingertips every now and then but I shake it off.

I watch her through the mirror as she sits on the top of the sinks counter her face leaning into the mirror as she paints her face in Chanel makeup.

I smile and water fills my eyes.

I'm doing it for her. It's always for her.

As I curl the last strand of hair I can see her getting frustrated at herself through the mirror.

"Kimba!!" She calls for me frustration in her voice as I see her pick up a makeup wipe and wipe up her pretty doll face.

I walk into the ensuite and she's looking in the mirror taking off the makeup she just slapped on.

"I can't do my fucking eyeliner!" She groans and a little giggle comes out from my lips. She gives me a mad look through the mirror with her eyes darkened and narrow and her lips all screwed up.

"So you took off all your makeup?" I ask.

"Yes! It looked bad anyway." She sighs and I sit down in front of her on the countertop with my legs tucked underneath me and she looks up at me.

"Make me look pretty." She says and shoves the makeup into my hands her bambi eyes waving with sadness and I think I'm sinking into them with my heart melting into chocolate from her eyes.

"You're always pretty to me." I tell her and pouts her lips. I look at her expensive makeup in my hands and her mouth that a hour ago was whining about me not allowing her to hire a makeup artist when we can do it ourselves.

"That's not enough." The words spill from her mouth and I can't help but feel a little hurt by her words. But I take the foundation and smear it on her tanned face. She presses her lips together and closes her eyes.

And while I dust powder on her smooth skin she opens her eyes and looks at me. Her eyes on mine. I ignore it and look at her face as I continue to layer it in makeup.

And when I start to veil her closed eyelids in shimmering smokey eyeshadow I can feel her breath on my face. When I gently blend the eyeshadow she puckers her lips and kisses me on the lips softly and gently letting it linger for a while longer then expected. When I pull away she has a smile lacing her pretty lips with her eyes still closed.