"Should I get all fancy for tonight?" She asked me.
"I can do your makeup for you," I suggested.
"Sure."
I smiled and laughed. We pulled out a chair, she sat down as I got my makeup ready. She squirmed a bit as I put the makeup on her. She hardly ever put makeup on, she didn't like it. I was shocked that she was even letting me do her makeup for her.
"Come on," I told her as she protested against my suggestions. "You wanted me to do your makeup."
She moaned, but let me continue. She continued to fidget, messing up my attempts of trying to make her look fancy.
"Come on," I told her, a little annoyed by this point. "Stop moving and look up."
She tried to sit still, but she was too uncomfortable with the whole ordeal.
"Please. Look up." My voice was getting stern now.
She pushed me away as I tried once again, but I was failing miserably. If she would just stop flinching away when I tried to put the mascara on. I groaned with annoyance, trying again, but she pushed me away once more. I stood back, giving her a moment. She took a deep breath, and I suddenly realized that she was trying very hard to hold back tears.
"Oh, no," I said quickly, feeling exceedingly terrible for how I treated her.
She sniffled and rubbed her nose. Suddenly she could no longer hold back the tears.
"Oh, please don't cry. You'll ruin your makeup."
But it was too late now. She was crying uncontrollably, rubbing her face into between tears, smearing all of my hard work.
I hugged her, telling her I was sorry. She continued to cry. I got her a tissue, coming back to comfort her.
When she had composed herself a bit, I let her washed off all of my hard efforts without so much of a word. She sniffled a few more times, telling me she was sorry, and that she didn't know why she had started crying. Apologizing for letting my hard work go to waste.
I didn't really care why she was crying, or even that all my hard work had been for nothing. I just stood beside her, not wanting her to cry anymore.
