He sits on her bed, back against the headboard, waiting for her to come back.
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"You need to smell this."
He looked up from his phone to see Sophia with a tiny container in her hands. She walks to her bed, smiling excitedly, and takes a seat in front of him.
"Is it like, farm scented?"
"No, you idiot! It's lavender!"
"Potayto, potahto."
She grabs his face, turning it towards her, and he falls suddenly silent. "Oh, you're going to be sooo pretty." She comments while taking a bit of facemask with her pointer finger.
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"Why is it cold?" George whispers, watching her focused expression attentively.
"You're such a baby." She whispers back.
The boy felt her hand traveling through his skin, and didn't know what to do with himself. He debated if he should tell a joke or say something else to fill in the silence. Not that it was uncomfortable, he was just a little too aware of the undertone of it all.
"Do all girls do this?" Was what he came up with.
"Just the high maintenance ones. Didn't you notice I only kiss you for your vbucks?" She could tell his eyes were on her, following her every move.
"Should have guessed you were a leech. Your channel is dying."
"Maybe I should do the infamous commentary stutter, or just adopt a lisp, either or."
George laughs. "Nah, the shit personality is the issue."
"Dickhead." She shoves his shoulder, and he laughs harder. "Okay, I'm done. Look." Sophia cocks her head towards her dressing table. "Admire my masterpiece."
"Oh, god." He chokes when he sees his whole face covered in shiny sludge. "What does this even do?"
"Heals your aura, I don't know. You need to keep it on for ten minutes."
"This better be good."
"Like you didn't feel like a princess just then."
He looks away from the mirror only to notice the girl struggling to hold in a laugh.
"You're not doing it too?"
She shakes her head. "I think I'm good."
"Nope."
"What?"
"Not happening. I believe in equal rights." George crossed the room in a few long steps. "I'm a feminist, you see."
Her eyes widened. "No, George, stop!" Sophia tried to run out the door but he caught her in his arms. "George! I have makeup on, you knob!"
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