You and Walker are childhood best friends. You were one of the only people he knew who wasn't using him for his newfound fame and money. You were never the type to dress up too much; sure, you liked to look presentable, but you never made a big fuss about it.

Right now, you found yourself sitting in Walker's older sister, Leena's, vanity chair as she carefully touched up your makeup. You had reluctantly agreed to just a simple makeover, but from what you were seeing, she was going all out.

"How much longerrrrr?" You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Just a few more touches.." She hummed, tracing your lips with a lip liner.

It was in fact way more than a few touches. After taking a good look in the mirror, you walked back to Walker's room, barging in.

"Gosh where have you been?" he chuckled, still looking at his phone. "At this point i was about to call the police--" He finally looked up from his device, eyes carefully studying your face. His cheeks turned a light shade of rosy pink, placing a hand on his neck. "You look-- uhm.. you look good."