Wiped

Chapter 1

A/N

WARNING: Unedited (as always)

Ignore the fact that Amber's line art is thick as f*ck.

Carry on :)

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"RISE AND SHINE SLEEPY HEAD!", I hear as I fall out of bed, startled by the noise. I open my eyes and squint at the light. A distorted jumble of words leave my lips; grumbling something about waking up too early, too tired and disoriented to form complete sentences. I see my best friend, Amber. looking down at me. A loose red curl falls from behind her ears. Her light brown eyes twinkle in the light, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. I expected her to still be in her pajamas but she was already dressed. She's wearing skinny jeans and a white tank top, a gray flannel wrapped around her waist. She has on her white hightop converse and looks ready to leave. I, on the other hand, am a complete mess.

Amber offers me a hand and I simply glare at it. She rolls her eyes and says,"Aw c'mon! I didn't think you would fall! We need to go! Today is a big day!", she puts her hand down and says,"Look, I'm sorry okay?" She offers me her hand yet again, and I grumble,"No you're not.", she rolls her eyes and asks," Do you want my help or not?", and I finally allow her to pull me up. Normally I'm not this grumpy but she woke me up, and she is the only exception. If anyone else wakes me from my beauty sleep, I will personally ensure their life is a living hell.

I go straight to our bathroom and sigh. I look like a hot mess in my purple and white striped pajamas, my brown hair jumbled up in a mess closely resembling a raccoon. I hop straight into the shower and as soon as the steamy water hits my skin, I become more alert. Afterwards, I throw on a black crop-top, high-waisted skinny jeans and a pair of Adidas. I brush my pin straight, brown hair then I pull it back into a tight, high ponytail.

I glance at my phone and realize why Amber was so excited. I can't believe it. It has officially been one year since the end of the apocalypse. I glance back at the vanity and see Amber's stash of makeup. I didn't have any since I never wore it in the first place so why should I? Amber has been trying for as long as we knew each other to get me to wear some but I always declined. Since today was such a special occasion, it was the one and only exception. I stare at the bag and drew in a long breath, 'kay Audrey, you got this, I sigh, nope definitely don't got this.

"AMBER! A LITTLE HELP HERE!", I shout, as I begin contemplating my life choices. In a flash, Amber comes running in, her steps clumsy and frantic,"What is it? Who died?", she gazes down at her makeup bag in my hands and her eyes widen, a smile starting to form.

"Oh. My. GAWD!", she exclaims,"YOU'RE FINALLY GONNA LET ME GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER?!"

I wince at the sudden outburst, immediately regretting calling her over.

Why did I call her here again?

I then see her flawlessly applied eyeliner.

Oh. That's why.
I put a single finger up in the air to silence her.

"First of all, never pronounce "god" like that ever again- it's an embarrassment to the English language. And second," I make my way towards her, placing both my hands on her shoulder. I stare her straight in the eyes,"Calm. Down.", I say slowly, as if speaking to a child,"I don't want anything too dramatic. Just... some color to my lips and something to darken my lashes.", suddenly the spark in Amber's eyes disappears and it's replaced with disappointment.

"Oh.", she says,"Well, um, here is mascara, and this lipstick should look great with your skin tone.", she holds out two sleek black tubes. She grins and then turns to walk away.