Maddy was the perfect girl. Perfect hair, nails, makeup — she was like a goddess. She could craft the most intricate cut creases, flawlessly smoky eyes with a flick of her wrist, and gorgeous shiny lips with nary a smudge. So when you wanted to go to your first college party, it was only logical to ask her for help.

You didn't realise asking for help meant her straddling your lap as she did your makeup. You were hoping for a couple of tips, but now Maddy was sitting there with an eyeliner in her hand and your hands on her thighs. You weren't exactly sure how you ended up holding her by her thighs as you two sat on her bed. The dorm was small; you had nowhere to sit. It's only natural, right?

"Close your eyes, dammit!" she cursed as she tried to do the eyeliner perfectly on the first try. Usually, it worked.