“My skin’s getting bad again.” I mumble to Gemma, pouring some milk over my cereal and I stir the cornflakes around in the bowel, soaking them up before picking up the bowl and leaning against the kitchen counter so I can look at my sister.

“Harry, I already told you that I’ll take you to my aesthetician for some treatment. It’ll help you out.” She says to me and my shoulders slump at the thought of someone touching my face as they please. I don’t know, I’m just having mixed feelings about this aesthetician she keeps talking about.

I haven’t seen a singular pimple on Gemma’s face for a good few months now though, if I’m honest.

“I’ll literally pay for your appointment just to shut you up about your face.” She says to me and I immediately cut her off. “No. You’re not paying for me, I’ll take care of it.” I respond and she raises an eyebrow at me. “You don’t even have a job, how’re you gonna take care of it?” She asks me and I fold my lips into a line. She has a point, I don’t have a pot to piss in.

I find myself driving to Gemma’s second home, the aesthetician, with her yelling directions down my ear. We finally arrive and we walk into the place, someone immediately yelling Gemma’s name. Must be her aesthetician. I turn my head and I stare at the two of you catching up with eachother, I swear you guys were catching up like two days ago. How do people always have so much to say?

I stand there awkwardly as Gemma introduces me and I send you a tight lipped smile. “So, he’s been having issues with his skin for like a few years now but it’s always been on and off, it’s just kinda continued out of his teenage years but obviously he’s only 19 so it hasn’t been dragging out for too long.” Gemma explains to you and you nod in response.

“I don’t know— I was just wondering if you could help him out if you’re free?” She asks and you smile sweetly. “Yeah, of course. I don’t have a customer till around 12:30 so we have atleast an hour.” You say and I nod as if I don’t know how to use words anymore.

Gemma hands over the cash like she knows the prices off by heart, which she definitely does. “Just a facial’ll do.” Gemma says to her and pats my shoulder. “I’m taking your car, Harry, hope you don’t mind.” She grins at me and walks out of the shop, leaving just me and you.

I end up following you to one of the rooms, before I know it I’m lay down on this recliner and you’re rubbing random substances into my face. Surprisingly, it actually feels nicer than I thought it would.