late night wishes

naomi-hour one wish two

I start dabbling the brush in the silver eyeshadow. Eric stares at me, worryingly. "Are you gonna make me look like a two thousand and eight sixteen year old with really bright colored eyeshadow and messy lipstick?"

"No," I smile. "I'm gonna make you a male Melanie Martinez."

"And that means?" Eric raises an eyebrow, smiling a bit.

"Accent eyeshadow and bold eyebrows." I finally select a purple eyeshadow to run over his eyebrows with, just for the giggles.

"I have bold eyebrows." He scoffs.

"They aren't colorful enough." I smirk. I start running the brush along his eyebrows, hints of purple show up. "Don't worry, your brows will only be tinted purple."

"I hate you." He mumbles.

"No, no you don't" I chuckle, moving my gaze from his dark eyebrows to his bright eyes.

"Just finish the job." He sighs, covering a smile with his hand. I scoot closer to him, finishing the purple eyebrows and starting on his purple eyeshadow. I cover his whole eyelid with dark purple. "Are you done yet?" He groans.

"I don't need to do mascara, so I'll just do the lipstick." I nod and he opens his eyes. I smile at him, moving closer. The only thing that's between us is our crossed legs, so this gives me plenty of closeness to perfect his lipstick.

In a mere second, his hand runs across my cheek and his thumb falls in front of my ear while the rest of fingers twirl in a couple strands of hair. "Eric..." I manage to say as my throat runs dry and my cheeks run red.

Don'tkissme.Don'tkissme.Don'tkissme.
Kissme.Kissme.Kissme.

"You have something there." He murmurs, rubbing a spot with his thumb.

"Oh," I mumble, the color receding from my cheeks.

See, he doesn't like you. Nothing to worry about.

"Yeah, sorry about that." He chuckles, "it was bugging me."

"Yeah, no problem." I smile, going back to perfecting my lipstick technique. My heartbeat slowly slows down. Ha. I notice his cheeks stay the same skin tone color, despite what had just happened.

You'reoverthinking.You'reoverthinking.
Stopthinking.Stopthinking.Stopthinking.
Calmdown.Calmdown.Calmdown.

I quickly finish up. "Okay, now you need to press your lips against something. I recommend your own arm."

"Yet you didn't recommend that for yourself?" Eric chuckles, grabbing and kissing my hand. "Is that better?"

"I suppose." I roll my eyes, smiling. "You could've kissed yourself, that would've been best."

"Aw, come on. You secretly love me." Eric nudges me.

"In your dreams, Levitt." I stick my tongue out at him, crossing my arms.

He chuckles.

"What's so funny?" I ask, trying to hold back a smile.

"Nothing, I swear." He chuckles again. "Shouldn't we be moving onto the next wish?"

"Well, we have ten minutes till eleven." I state. "I say we take a little intermission and just sit."

"Doing what?" Eric stretches his arms along the back of the bench.

"Thinking and talking." I shrug.

"Are we gonna sit in silence for five minutes and then talk our hearts out for the other five?"

"Sure."

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Smooth Eric...smooth...
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-glo