Marlene McKinnon had style. An amazing style. It screamed ‘rockstar girlfriend’ in the best way possible; her hair was always bleached to a perfect shade, her nails painted either dark red or black, and her make-up done in the most sapphic way possible.

She was also quite the outgoing soul, going to every little party she could. Whether it was at a pub, or a music festival, she would be there with the brightest of smiles. Today you had decided you wanted to go with her, and Marlene was more than happy to have you by her side.

Going out required some level of preparation, a thing you weren’t quite the expert at— but your girlfriend was. As much as she denied it, she was quite enjoying this moment. Marlene sat on your lap as you laid on your bed, leaning her body over you to be able to do your eyeliner.

Her eyes were squinted as she focused, her nose scrunching cutely, you couldn’t help but stare at her. “Hey, stop looking at me, I’ll mess this up.” Marlene playfully scolded you, with nothing but amusement behind her words.