"Hold still you big Baby!" I grab Heaths jaw to keep him still.

"Now, do you remember what this is called?" I hold up the blush for him to see and he takes it inspecting it.

After going to my moms house we took a quick stop to my house to get a few things I needed for tonight. And now we were in Heaths room doing his makeup. The last time he came to my house I showed him the products and explained to him what they were. He made some pretty wild guesses.

It took a lot of convincing but I finally got him to agree to let me do his makeup. I'll make him look like a pretty pink Princess. I'm so excited. Even though he's been grumpy about it the whole time, we made a deal he couldn't resist.

If he did this for me, he would earn a kiss. It was his idea. So I just went along with it.

"Pink powder" He answers giving me back the blush. Was he not paying attention the last time?

"Nope" I dab one of my brushes on the blush and apply it onto his cheekbones. I've spent lots of my time watching makeup tutorials and now I finally had someone to test it out on.

I'm enhancing my inner Beauty Guru. Maybe I could do this full time.

"There" I apply just enough blush before I move on to those eyebrows.

"Will you let me pluck your brows?" I tilt my head, focusing on his full dark brows. They're already perfect but I can make them perfecter.

"Hell no" He backs away before I even touched him. I sigh and look down. I've started to really master the 'disappointed' face that seems to work too well on him.

" Buts it's my dream. I guess if you don't want to that's okay..." I sigh dramatically and look away.

"Dream crusher" I try my best to look as sad as possible. I look out the window near his desk until I hear him sigh himself.

"Just fucking do it" He rolls his eyes at me and I quickly cheer up. See? That was easy.

"yay. Okay first I'm going to need you to come closer" He scoots his chair closer to me and I stand so that I could reach.

I grab my tweezers and hold his face as I stand close to his face. I only needed to pluck a few tiny hairs above the eye bone and we'd be all set.

"Stop moving. It's not gonna hurt." I said to reassure him but then remember back to the one time I plucked my own eyebrows. I whined a lot.

He sits still and holds me still as he puts his hands on my waist. I could feel him looking at me by how close I was and I knew if I actually thought about it, I'd get nervous. So I focused extra hard on only his brows.

"There all done. Did it hurt?" I look down at him , he shakes his head no.

"I told you it wouldn't. Now let me do your lipstick" I reach for any shade of lipstick I could reach in my small makeup bag and use the first thing I take out.

"Do this." I pucker my lips probably looking ridiculous.

"No" He quickly says after seeing me do it. I shrug and lean down to apply some crimson red lipstick on his already tinted lips.

If I've learned anything from doing this, it's that he has almost too perfect of features . Life's not fair.

"You're so pretty" I compliment as I take my finger to blend in the lipstick. He doesn't say anything but just watches me as I do my thing.

"I'm fucking hot." He then says with a scowl making me laugh. His eyes follow me as I turn to grab my eyeliner.

"Pretty, hot. Same thing. You're pretty hot." I said combining the two words. I gently grab his face again and try my best to be as steady as possible when doing his eyeliner.

"I have an idea. We'll take turns saying one nice thing about the other or something you like, okay? I'll go first." I smile as I think about what I want to say.

"Why?" He doesn't seem like the one to just randomly say nice things because he wants to, so maybe this can be good for him to express his feelings.

"Because it's always good to give compliments, it doesn't hurt anybody. Now shush, I'm trying to say something nice about you" I explained and he finally let me speak.

"Some thing I like about you is your money." I said just to mess with him. I look at his reaction to see him looking all serious but I can't take him seriously when he looks like that.

I definitely ruined it with the eyeliner. But I was never good at it so, I guess I should've known.

"I'm just kidding. Something I like about you is that you care." I reach for my eyeshadow palette before continuing to speak.

"Even if you say you don't, you care deep inside. That's not a bad thing that you care." I stop what I was doing to look at him so that he knew I was serious.

Something flashes in his eyes as he looks at me when he nods, that look quickly fades away.

"Your turn." I wiggle my brows, curious to know what he'll say. I'm now applying some pink eyeshadow on him to complete the whole look. So far looking really bad.

At least the lipstick looks right.

"I'm thinking" He tells me and I frown. Is it really that hard to think about something nice about me?

"I like your lips" He finally answers with a sly smirk on his face thinking he did something.

"Which ones?" I ask before I could stop myself and bite my lip.

"Don't you dare answer that" I point my finger at him, the smirk still on his face.

"Now be serious, and you can't say any physical features. Go on." I finish up his right eye as he talks.

"I like when you talk" He admits and I just gotta stop what I'm doing to get a good look at him. I hold a hand to my heart and smile so big.

"Really? I knew it" I chuckle and die a little in the inside. Oh my gosh. My heart is swooning.

"Well aren't you nice? See, Doesn't it feel nice to give someone a compliment?" I pat my brush and finally back away, looking at the final result.

Yikes.

Maybe Makeup is not my specialty. Like at all. Wow. It only looks slightly good because he already has a pretty face to begin with.

"I guess." He cracks his knuckles causing a cracking noise.

"Are you ready to see the final result?" I question but before he could answer I hand him a mirror and he looks at himself.

"What the fuck did you do Thalia?" That wasn't the reaction I expected.

"What? You don't like it?" He removes the mirror and I finally got a look at his face, he did not look pleased.

"What do ya think? Should I consider being a makeup artist?" I ask playfully and then bust out laughing at his glare.

He looked like Snow White but with highly intense blush. Maybe I went a bit too overboard on the blush.

"Fuck no" He shakes his head and wipes the lipstick off with the back of his hand.

"Get this shit off already" He tells me and I frown. But he looks so good. That was a lie.

"Wait before I do." I grab my phone and open the camera.

"I have to take a picture. Look here." I hold the phone up and he looks at the phone, I snap a quick picture of him glaring at me. So cute.

"You better not show that to anyone" He whines and I giggle thinking I could blackmail him with this.

I grab some makeup wipes and remove the makeup from him because he so desperately wanted me to. Once I'm done I throw everything away and clean up my makeup on his desk.

I noticed the same small black journal sitting on the desk from the last time I was in his room. I wonder what was in it, I was so curious that I wanted to reach and read through it. But I didn't because it's private.

"Do you write in this?" I point to the small journal and he turns his attention to it.

"Yes" He takes the journal and puts it in the drawer of the desk, out of my reach.

"Like a diary? I used to have a diary but then my little brother read through it." I think to myself, but this was back when I was much younger.

"And then I had to explain to him what a period was. It was a weird conversation but whatever" I shake my thoughts away from this matter and pay attention to right now.

"Can I have my kiss now?" He suddenly asks, awe poor him. All this time he's been sitting there waiting patiently for a kiss.

"Sure." I lean down and quickly peck him on the cheek. When I back away to get a look at his face, he's slightly glaring at me and looks like he was fed up with me at this point.

"Do you have a pool?" I ask, randomly wondering.

"Yes. You can't kiss my cheek." He sits up on the chair, leaning in forward to reach for me but i back away.

"You have a pool, but you can't swim. How does that work?" I furrow my brows in question.

"Came with my house. Come here" He takes a hold of my shirt and uses it to pull me in closer.

Once I'm standing right in front of him, he puts me in a position so that I'm standing right in between his legs and leans in to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, finally being able to because I can now reach. The kiss lasts a couple more seconds before I back away.

" You taste like cookies." I said as I backed away from him, smiling a little.

"I want to know what you taste like." He mumbles and I purse my lips. His hands are still on my waist and I nervously bite my lip.

" I dunno what to say to that" I shrug and get out of his embrace. He doesn't say anything as I walk over to the corner of his room.

A safe caught my attention from over there and I grew curious to find out what was inside. I crouch down to level with it and inspect it. I'm too nosy for my own good. Unfortunately it has a passcode required to get access so it's not like I could get into it anyway. I'll make my guesses.

Maybe he has a secret candy stash. Duke did say he has a sweet tooth.

"Is this where you keep your gun?" I ask thinking of what else it could be and Heath finally turns to see what I was doing. The second he sees where I'm at, he stands and comes towards me.

"Yes" He answers and stands in front of me as I was still in a crouching position.

"Don't touch that." He says angrily and slightly pushes me causing me to stumble on my feet and fall back.

I look up at him from the floor as he checks the safe making sure it was still locked. Why did he get so upset? He didn't have to push me....

"I didn't take anything. I was just looking." I mumble as I stand on my two feet.

He glares at me looking upset for real this time which makes me feel some kind of guilt for letting my curiosity get the best of me and looking at his things. My curiosity is a bad habit of mine that seems to get me in trouble most times.

"I'm sorry for touching your things." I apologize, thinking that's what he was upset about.

He seemed to have stayed in a fussy mood after that so I decided to lay back on the talking for now. I didn't want him to be upset, especially because of me. I hate when anyone is upset, especially if it's because of something I did.

I made some conversation here and there in which he replied in only one or two worded answers making me think he was still mad at me. The tension felt off after some time and I found myself wanting to go home but then I remembered what I would be going back home to.

An empty, dark, noiseless house. And I would rather be here than at home all alone. Maybe he'd feel better tomorrow.

I sure hope so, I don't like when he's upset.

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A/N

There will be some drama coming so prepare yourselves. Nothing too bad but not so soft anymore..😉

As always thanks for reading

7/22/22