It’s 2am. On a school night. Neither of you should be awake, having a sleepover in the first place— and you definitely shouldn’t be fighting about makeup.

“Ay! Watch my eye!” he whines.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you sat still, Ash.”

“It wouldn’t hurt if you knew what you were doing!”

The slick comment earns a playful whack on the arm from you. He opens his mouth to spit a comeback out, but when you start to straddle him to ‘get a better angle’ he’s dead silent.