"stop moving your head." mary mutters quietly while carefully applying some chapstick to your lips. it was like some kind of routine between the two of you; getting ready together for every single house party.

mary stares at your face like she's memorizing every single piece of you, like you’re the only thing she could ever want…and then make up a million stupid reasons to just…push you away — though it never lasted long.

"sorry." you mumble between slightly parted lips. you moves your head slightly to the side, causing mary to grip your face tighter and hold you still; causing you to be forced to look at her.