You absolute adore make up. You have so many high end brands like Anastasia Beverly Hills, Dior, Nars, YSL, Huda beauty, Milk, rare beauty, too faced, and many more.

You basically have a whole room full for your makeup, a sanity and some drawers for your makeup. Your obsessed with everything, make up, skin care.

You worked hard for it, helped your parents in the household, babysitted your baby cousins, went on walks with dogs just to get the money, now you’re 19, have a job, not the best job but it’s okay for now.

You moved out a few days ago into your own house with Emeric your 22 year old boyfriend, everything was set already, the livingroom, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. The only thing you need was dishes, decoration, some stuff for the bathroom and for outside the pool and stuff.

Emeric‘s bigger sister, Alora who is 24 drove with you to ikea and everywhere you needed to go.

Emeric was at home, putting the rest that you picked up from yours and his parents away. Yesterday you picked up all your makeup from your parents house, it’s in a trash bags because you have so many. It stands upstairs, right next to the stairs. Emeric wanted to see what’s in there. Opened the bag, wants to pick it up to put it in your room. Suddenly the bag slipped, all your expensive make up falls down the stairs.

Emeric was starting to stress, he felt stupid, guilty. He looked around, make up all over the stairs and floor. Before he could do anything, the door bell rings, shit. You and Alora are back.

He sighs, swallows and opens the door only a bit.

Before you could say anything, he already spoke up.

„Don’t get mad, baby..“ He looked at you nervously, bit his lip.