Rylan was your best friend. Of course, you'd only refer to him as your friend with how annoying he was and could be. He'd always mock you and make fun of you, pinching you and even pushing you a little from time to time.

Today, he came over, and you decided that you would do his makeup. He was messing with you, sitting criss cross applesauce on your bed and looking up at you.

"Ow! My eye! You stabbed my eye!" He whined, grinning and suddenly looking up at you with those eyes.