The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Twenty Two: Makeup Artists

"Life is short...your lashes shouldn't
                                 be."
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We run up the winded staircase up to where I had my bedroom and set our bags down on the coffee creme colored carpet.

All that were left was the Christmas lights that I had strung around the walls, and a closet full of blankets and pillows.

We sat in the bay window, and started to talk.

"My gosh, it's been so long since we've sat here." Amy said. I smiled at her. "I know."

"Amy I'm worried about your dad." I told her, right when we sat down on the bay window. She bit her lip but smiled at me. "Don't be, everything is okay, it's been this way for a while." I choose to trust her and pull her into a hug. As long as she's okay.

Amy smirks. "What?" I ask her.

"Lets do each other's makeup blindfolded."

"Oh my gosh Amy...yes!!!" I jump up off of the bay window and run to one of my suitcases, pulling out all of me and Amy's makeup.

I mostly just had nude eyeshadows, pink eyeshadows, lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner.

But Amy had everything.

From shockingly blue lipstick to a peach lipstick. She had sky blue eyeshadow and every color you could think of. Amy LOVED makeup.

I pull out one of Amy's leopard scarves and tie it around Amy's eyes.

"Lipstick!" She ordered, I set out a tray of lipstick in front of her and she picks up a red one, I let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad it wasn't blue or green.

Amy reaches one hand out and feels for my face, she hits my nose and I giggle.

She lifts the lipstick up and goes in for my mouth. She colors my chin and gets the top lip, but some of the lipstick gets in my nostrils. I pull away laughing. Amy laughs too even though she can't see what she did.

"Eyeshadow!" I hand her the wand and hold out the eyeshadow palette for her. She brushes it in a glittery yellow/green color. Amy feels my eyebrows and gets way off, putting it right under my eyebrow. I giggle and she smiles.

"Eyeliner!" I hand her the black wand, I like to call it "magic". Like seriously, just by drawing a black line on my eyelids, it makes me look ten times prettier

Amy puts her hand out and feels my lips. She reaches up and draws a black line on my forehead, then on the other side, actually gets it on my eyelid surprisingly. "Now you put something where it actually goes." I tell her.

Amy starts laughing that I'm afraid she won't be able to stop.

Once she regains self control again, she asks for blush.

I hand her the brush and blush palette.

Oh my gosh, right on my mouth.

"Are you good now?" I ask while spitting out blush dust. Amy nods and takes off her blind fold.

Amy's face turns scarlet red and she's laughing so hard that she's crying. She takes out her phone and snaps a few pictures of me.

"Can I see?" I ask. She shakes her head. "We have to look at our own together." I fake a pout.

"Paint me like one of your french girls." Amy remarks. I laugh and tie the scarf around her head.

I pick up a lipstick.

I uncap the red lipstick and smear it all around and over my lips. "Mommy!!!" I shout. Mom comes into the room, "Amanda, what are you doing?" I can tell she's trying not to laugh. "Mommy, I made a makeover for myself like you do!" She chuckles and takes the lipstick out of my hand and ruffles my hair. "I love you Amanda." "I love you too mommy."

Now me and Amy are laughing like lunatics as we take pictures together. "We look like Clowns." Amy gasps. I laugh harder.

My sides hurt and I feel like I'm going to have the hiccups.

I don't think I've ever laughed harder than this in my life.