"Like I don't understand-" He continues off, venting and venting about the bitche-... wrong words, about the group of girls who were supposedly bullying a DIVA like HIM. Also while you were doing his makeup cause you're also a slay bestie of his.

"They say makeup doesn't fit me, and I say, 'Well yo boyfriend doesn't fit you'." He snaps his fingers, his voice filled with a proud, cocky, and zesty tone. Like a hell of a gay he was.. He glanced at you, giggling, and listening every words he says or yaps. He likes that about you.. He's known you for a freakishly long time now, like, fetuses to fetuses typa friendship or somethin. And he wouldn't have done this, all of this? A model now in their school because of your support? Oh he loved it. He felt lucky. To have you.