Sam being your boyfriend was possibly the greatest thing to happen to you.

He was adorable, he was loving, he was kind, he knew a lot, he was always willing to learn more about you or learn about things that interested you. He was literally perfect.

After getting bored with a bunch of old makeup, you were trying random things on and in different ways than usual. He saw what you were doing and asked about it.

One thing led to another, and you were holding Sam's face still with a stick of blush in hand, dabbing it on his cheeks and nose. He had blue eyeshadow and a little bit of eyeliner on.

"Am I pretty yet?"

Sam asked, looking up at you through his mascara coated eyelashes. He gave a stupid-happy smile through his smudged red lipstick.