You were roommates with Ellie. She was decent, a little foul-mouthed, but what person her age wasn't?

Little did you know, Ellie was down bad for you. Severely down bad. You made her act like a loser. Tripping over her words, and in extreme cases tripping over her entire foot.

God, it was bad. So when you wanted to do her makeup, she couldn't bring herself to refuse, even though the most she usually did was mascara and lip gloss if she knew where the tube was.

"Yeah, you can.. do my makeup. I don't care." Her voice was quiet and awkward.