Chapter 14: Lip Gloss

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"Are you ready to go?" He asks me.

I nod, my feet were starting to ache. "Yeah sure."

We walk out of the door, with me behind him. "What do you want to do now?" He asks.

I shrug. "I  don't know." We climb in his car.

"Oh gosh!" I say. He looks at me, alarmed.

"What!?!" He asks.

"You have something in your face! Let me get it off, it's food or something." I  tell him.

He closes his eyes and I lean over to get closer to him. I unscrew the lip gloss lid on my hand quickly and squeeze it all over his face.

His eyes fly open, grabbing my hand with the lip gloss in it.

"I told you I'd get you back." I laugh.

He glares at me with lip gloss all over his face. I lean on closer, sniffing. "You smell really good, jerk. Like- what's the flavor again? Oh yeah strawberries."

He takes the lip gloss from my hand. "Oh, cupcake, I'll get you back too."

"Good luck with that." I say to him.

He leans in closer, our noses almost touching. "I'll have the best of luck, cupcake."

I feel my eyes roll. "Mkay, whatever you say."

"Why don't we go back to my house and watch some Netflix?" I ask.

He gives me a broad smile. "Sure."

***

"What do you want to watch?" I ask him.

He looks at me."Doesn't matter. "

I scrunch my nose. "Help me, what do you wanna watch?"

"I don't care, anything." He says, looking back at the TV.

"Are you mad about the lip gloss incident?" I look at him.

"Not really. But I still smell like strawberries." He says. "Even after I went to your bathroom and scrubbed my face."

"Boo hoo," I said. "At least you'll smell good." He glares at me.

"Ivory is Collins here?" My  brother walks in.

"No." I say when Austin can clearly see him.

"Hey Collins," he says awkwardly. "So I have this game and it's multiplayer. Wanna play Collins?"

I look over at Collins who is looking at my brother. "Sure."

"What about Netflix?" I ask jerk face.

"We can another time, cupcake, see ya." He and my brother go to play the video game.

He just chose my brother over Netflix.

Who would ever want to hang with infested dirty nipple anyway?

Obviously butt hurt jerk.

***

The sounds of guns and them both shouting directions at one another has become unbearably loud. I can barely hear what's going on in my re-run of Supernatural.

I stomp towards his room, opening the door. They are both on the floor with chips in between then, video game on.

"Hey jerkwads!" I yell. They both turn to look at me.

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