You always hated wearing prescription glasses, like the clumsy and forgetful person you were, always ended up losing or breaking your frames so from an early age you chose to wear contact lenses.

Obviously with years of wearing contact lenses you were always very careful with them, but unfortunately due to one night you arrived home drunk and slept using the combination of lenses and eyeliner, you got an infection. Congratulations!

Going to the doctor, he forbade you to wear contact lenses, practically forcing you to have to re-adopt prescription glasses. You were sad, it was very strange to look in the mirror with the new and necessary accessory.

It was Friday night and you were in your room listening to music scattered on the bed when you heard the familiar noise in the window, you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, your best friend *nothing platonic. * His perfume flooded senselessly the moment Will came down from his window and stepped on the carpet in his room.

“Do you know, princess? I thought your phase of listening to radiohead was over in the first year, and—“

Will stopped talking when he finally made eye contact, his eyes fixing on the new accessory of your face, you think you were delirious but you saw him clearly swallowing dry.

“Eyeglasses...?”

He raised his eyebrows, now a small smile breaking the corner of his lips.

Will thought it was impossible for you to become more attractive, you had just proven that he was wrong.

The boy was disconcerted.