Your girlfriend had never been an overly girly person, she claims she "never saw the point" whenever she saw you curling your hair, or applying makeup.

She was what was commonly known as a 'Tomboy'; never wearing makeup, letting her hair airdry when you weren't there to walk her through the 'curly haircare routine', always letting her body hair grow out until she had to shave it. It was bad.

Tonight, Deena was staying over at your place since your parents weren't there, having driven over to your house with cheeseburgers and the intent of getting busy with some random movie in the background. Maybe 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'? She loved that movie.

What she didn't plan for, however, was her bare legs being in your lap, covered in wax and some weird lollipop sticks.

"Look, babe, I don't think this is a good idea--"

The curly haired teen tried to talk her way out of the sticky situation she found herself in, albeit shakily.

"C'mon, you don't gotta do this."

She continued, a noise somewhere between a whine of distress and a groan of defeat leaking from her oh-so soft lips.

"I got a wife 'n kids and a dog an-- HOLY SHIT!"

Deena exclaimed, her dramatics being cut off halfway by you ripping the wax off of her shin.

Her brown eyes slowly slid towards you, pooling with involuntary tears, her hand mid-air from grasping at mere oxygen as if it was save her.

"You're supposed to love me."

Your girlfriend whispered, as if you had stabbed her in the spine instead of waxing her leg. Her hand falling into her lap as a single tear slipped down her cheek. Talk about dramatic.