You and Michael had had a conversation on how makeup is an art and how he could totally outdo you.
"Says the guy who didn't even know what foundation was," you said teasingly.
"I'm serious. I could probably make you look so freaking hot-"
"Am I not hot already?" You interrupted.
"W-well yeah you are. I'm just saying." He said startled.
"Fine then, let's go to the bedroom and you can do my makeup." You said grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the room.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yeah, and I'll do yours and we'll see who looks hotter."
"It's most defiantly going to be you," he smirked.
You sat out your makeup on the vanity and motioned for Michael to start.
"Pfft, I got this. If I can dye my hair every week I can do your makeup."
"Oh, doubting yourself there, babe?"
"No!" He said defensively.
Michael got on his knees and stared at your face, looking for a place to start.
"Umm.... Let's start with this," he said, pouring out way too much foundation onto his hand. He smeared it all over your face.
"Okay, umm. What next?" Mikey asked you.
"I don't know. You're the amazing artist," you said back. He glared at you and looked at the things to use. He picked up a eyeshadow brush and blush. You tried not to laugh.
He started putting the blush on your eyelids, thinking it was eyeshadow.
He picked up the mascara and opened the bottle.
"This looks painful," he mumbled. He attempted to put it on you, only getting it all over your face on accident.
He picked up the eyeliner and tried to make a cat eye. Only to fail. He reached for the lipstick, getting it all over your lips.
You looked in the mirror and bursted out laughing.
"It's not that bad," he said defensively.
"Awe, no babe you did good," You lied.
You two traded spots and you did his makeup. He looked hot.
"I think we know who won this," you said crossing your arms.
"Me, obviously," he said, still staring in the mirror. "D*mn, I look hot in makeup."
"Please tell me you're not considering-"
"Wearing makeup? Nah, babe. I'll leave it to you. But I hope you know you don't need makeup." He said coming over and hugging you.
"No, no,no, no sappy sh*t." You said trying to escape his grip.
"Yes, yes, yes. Sappy sh*t." He said kissing you.
"Now, help me take this sh*t off," he said pulling you into the bathroom.
