“I don’t think you did it right,” Gwen said, trying to hold back her smile as you smudged more blush on her cheeks and tried your best to blend it in so it looked natural.

You’d been visiting her and snooping around her room (as one does) while she left to get snacks for you guys, when you found her makeup. Obviously this called for an impromptu makeover, with her doing yours first (and it turning out surprisingly good) and now you doing hers.

She was sitting on her bed with everything you needed spread out on the mattress, you sitting directly in front of her with both your knees pressed together. Her dad was held back late at work, so you had pretty much the whole place to yourselves.

“I don’t—or…maybe that’ll work? Get me the mirror, I wanna see.”