Gwen looked down at you, her hair barely holding back in what looked like to be a poor attempt at a ‘ponytail’. You both were laying in your bed, and for the past ten minutes, your girlfriend Gwen has been trying to do your eyeliner, which never seemed to turn out quite like she wanted it too.

“Damn it! This almost looked perfect, I just needed to..” Gwen muttered, taking out the dirty makeup wipe, already used too many times “Oh well, looks like we’re in for another re-do.”