Demi Imagines

Lipstick Stain

You're at the mall...

"Fuck," a girl mutters as she comes into the bathroom. You glance behind you, putting down your lip gloss.
She sighs, her long black hair swaying as she comes up to the mirror beside you. She gives you a sheepish smile as she meets your eyes.
"Sorry."
"Bad day?" you ask softly as she digs around in her bag.
"Yeah. You can tell, huh?" she laughs, pulling out a tube of mascara and applying some to her lashes.
"Mmm. Hope it gets better," you tell her, watching as she adds some lipstick to her full, red lips.
"Thank you," she says, looking to you and smiling. Her eyes flicker down, scanning your body before meeting your eyes again. "Hey, at least I've met you."
You blush, unsure of how to respond. She laughs lightly, putting away her makeup before looking for something in her bag. You go back to applying your lip gloss, and you hear her tearing something. Resisting the urge to look, you fix up your eyeshadow before putting away your things.
"Here," she says suddenly, extending a piece of paper to you.
"Wha—oh," you giggle as you realize it's her phone number.
"Call me sometime. I'd love to get to know you." She smiles as she picks up her bag before starting to walk toward the exit. Just as she's about to pass you, she touches your shoulder before pressing her lips to your cheek. Your breath hitches and you feel a blush creep into your face.
"Yeah," you reply, unable to form coherent words. She pulls away, giving you a wave as she walks away. You wave back, unable to stop the smile forming in your face.
You look to her number in your hand. Then you look at your face in the mirror. Her red lipstick is smeared on your cheek, but you don't even care.
You can get her back next time, anyway.

A/N
Ooooooo next timeeeee
AND FUCK YES HER LONG HAIR IS BACK
YES ITS BACK
TELL A FRIEND
DEMI'S LONG HAIR IS BACK
okay I'm done