Dee never understood how goth make-up worked, he didnt know how long it took to apply or get right but today was doomsday. He had made the horrible mistake of going to your house before going out to a concert just to hang out before you guys left for the concert.

There he was, staring at you as you struggled with the white foundation. He didnt understand what was going on but he had convinced himself that it was easy and you were just complaining too much.

"It cant be that bad now can it?" Dee asked in an annoyed tone. He leaned back on your bed and just stared at you, white foundation, powder, tiny hiccup and it was back to scratch. He rolled his eyes and got up, deciding he'd try to help out.