Friends With Benefits

03. Dancing with Dirt

03. Dancing with Dirt

MIKHAIEL TOOK a deep breath and almost choked on the intense concentration of deodorant wafting around him. Alyx had sprayed him like he was some sort of bug and she was trying to kill him with a repellent.

When she returned from the bathroom with another bottle - though this one tiny - he threw his arms up in the air and exclaimed profanity at the ceiling.

She stopped in her tracks, “What?"

“If you spray at me one more time I swear to god I will jump out of your window!" he declared vehemently.

His hair had been gelled up and back then sprayed at too. He was pretty confident that his hair could catch fire with the amount of chemicals she had put in it. Also, every time he would reach up to run his hand through his hair she would swat at it. It had sort of turned into a game, one that he did not enjoy. The fourth time he practically snarled. “Would you stop?"

She giggled. “Calm down. I know you're nervous but chill the eff out." She ran her hand through his hair, apparently slicking back his hair with gel, suddenly gave her exclusive rights to it.

“Alright— Hey, stop that. That's enough, I swear my head feels ten times heavier..." He said, when she threw him a glare he broke out into a grin. “I don't know what to say."

“You can say thank you." she said, smiling somewhat proudly.

He chuckled. “No, I mean, I won't know what to say to anyone. I won't know how to make conversation."

“Just smile at them and they'll start the conversation. If a girl smiles at you, or makes eye contact, or starts playing with her hair, she wants you to go talk to her." She said as she leaned close to a mirror and started drawing on her eyes.

“What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes wide, his tone shocked. “Are you trying to poke your eye out?"

"No!" She muttered a soft prayer of,  '...heaven help me...' before explaining to him. “Mikhaiel, I'm lining my eyes."

“Whatever for? They’re fine as they are...” he said, moving closer, peering over her shoulder.

“Get away, I can't concentrate with you watching me like that." She waved the thin, black brush at him.

He backed away and walked around her room. "Are these the shoes you'll be wearing?" he asked when he spotted the black glittering pumps. “How on earth do you fit your feet in it?" He asked picking one up and turning it around in his hands, making it shine with a bright, dark light. “They're so high. Are you sure you can wear them? How do you even keep your balance?"

Alyx turned around and glared at him. “Would you stop?"

He raised his hands, holding back a laugh, the heeled shoe still in his right hand. “Alright, okay, go back to painting your eyes." he placed the heel on a table and pushed his hands into his jacket pockets and walked around silently, surveying her room. He was in a naughty mood today. Curious, interested and playful.

Alyx went over to her closet, looked around for a bit before pulling out a pair of wedges with electric blue detailing and putting them on, they matched her top. She tugged at her white short shorts and nodded. “I'm ready." When she looked at him again he noticed how her lipgloss made her lips look fuller and stand out, and the mascara made her look like a pretty little doll.

“Um, alright, then let's leave, shall we?" he said. She took his arm and led him out. He looked around when they got out of her room. “Where are your parents?"

“Oh, they've gone on a vacation." she didn't bother to elaborate.

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