Senseless ; A Damon Albarn Fanfic

Chapter 6

Veronica's POV;

It's been a few days since I started talking to 'Max'
I guess his cute yet I don't know what he looks like, he doesn't even have an icon on his Kik.
I know I shouldn't be talking to a stranger but it feels so right.
He seems like such a sweet 'Guy' I will continue talking to him.

I don't even feel the need to have friends when I talk to him.

I make my way into my bathroom and begin to brush my teeth with my yellow toothbrush.
I watch myself in the mirror as I'm always finding myself listening to my playlists.
I dance around a bit as I
accidentally hit my toe on the door.

"SHIT" I yell as I begin to let my eyes tear up a bit. I'm such a baby.

I walk out of my bathroom and sit at my makeup desk, I look into another mirror once again and brush out my hair and do a
little something to it.

I apply some makeup that consists of concealer under my eyes and on some spots as I blend it out and apply powder to my face.
I pull out the contour and bring the
contour brush to my cheek bones, forehead and jawline.
I grab my highlighter and apply the cream to my finger and dab it above
the contour on my newly chiseled cheekbones.
I apply some eyeshadow
today just to spice things up, as a transition colour I add
a light nude colour, as crease shade I add a pink. I apply some white into the inner
corners of my eyes and then it's onto my brows.
My brows don't need much done
to them since they're not as bad.
I brush through them with some
brow gel and let them be as there's no need to fill them in.
I add my mascara and admire my
naturally curled up lashes.

I pull out a nice nude pink liquid
lipstick and apply that to my soft pink lips.

I then make my way over to
my closet and pull out my long black loose red rose embroidery hoodie and some 3 quarter cut leggings in a
grey shade. I slip on my Black Adidas slides and sprits on some Chanel perfume.

I walk into the kitchen where my
lovely family is sitting and I open up the fridge
for some milk and I then grab the Oreos.

I pull out a small bowl from under in the cupboard and add some Oreos into it after
splashing them with some milk. I then grab and spoon and move myself to the table.

"What the hell are you doing Veronica?" My Mum asks.

"Breakfast"