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L I P G L O S S ❛ stained coffee cup, just a fingerprint of lipstick's not enough ❜ ( nine)
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"i'm telling you, i haven't worn lipgloss ever since that one event!" timmy was saying to you as you were both laying on your bed. lazy days were less boring when you were together.
"not even once?" you frowned.
"why would i wear lipgloss willingly?" he asked, as if what you were saying was completely abnormal in every possible way.
you snorted. "you're such a boy. it may not seem like it but lipgloss can do wonders for your face."
"yeah, like making it seem like i have unholy juices on my mouth." timmy whined.
your eyes widened at that comment and you threw a pillow at him, cackling uncontrollably. "shut the fuck up, you ignorant creep!" you exclaimed. "i can literally count the number of people you've gotten laid with in one hand, so don't try me."
timmy rolled his eyes, throwing you back the pillow you had previously thrown at him. "i keep forgetting you're my best friend so you know more things about me than i do." timmy laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.
"i mean..." you said as you shurgged with a smirk. it was pretty true. timmy and you had been attached at the hip for years. there's wasn't a single thing you two didn't know about the other. but just as that thought had settled in, another one appeared. an idea that made you smirk.
and your smirk, a very familiar one, didn't go unnoticed to timmy who was already suspicious of what it could mean. "uh oh. what is it?" he asked.
"now that i think about it, i may have some lipgloss left in my purse. i was wondering what i'd use it for." you bit your bottom lip as your smirk threatened to make your cheeks hurt.
timmy's eyes widened, quickly figuring out the intentions behind your comment. "no. no way. i'm not letting you. you can't force me. get away from me!" he said, throwing a pillow at you yet again.
you swiftly avoided that throw as you ran to the bathroom where you had left your purse. once you found it, you came back to the room only to find that timmy was hidden under the covers and was now presumably in fetal position, judging by the shape of his body.
you chuckled whilst shaking your head in amusement. "you're a baby, you know that? a twenty four year old baby."
