Garbage? Garbage.

Age 18

Bitch, what makeup are you talking about? 

"Shhh." I cut her off, as I fold my hand into a fist, before releasing my thumb out of the fist.

I move my thumb towards her eyes, and gently close her eye lids. She does so, and now waits.

I use my thumb to smudge the crooked eyeliner on the lining of her lids. I slowly trace my thumb around, feeling her eyeballs move under the lid. After smudging the eyeliner on the right eye, I do the same for the left.

I bring back my hand down, and look at her closed eyes.

She looks stunning. I did a good job. I smirk to myself at the smoked eye look on her, which makes her look even sexier now.

"Did you just smudge my eyeliner?!" She freaks out, before turning to the mirror on the side wall, and looking at her appearance, slowly smiles.

"Woah. This actually....still sucks." She jokes, as she turns around to hug me.

Her hands wrap around my back, and one of my hands find their way to her lower back. I feel the skin, and pull back, confused.

"What is this?" I pull her hair to her left shoulder gently, and turn her around.

She looks at me through the mirror, confused, and I stare at her uncovered back.

Why did I not see the back of this dress while I was buying it?!

"This dress is backless?! You are not wearing this Viana." My voice is stern, as I look at her sharply through the mirror.

"What? Are you out of your mind? I am not changing. Oh look! The guests are here!" She tries to change the subject, and starts walking towards the basement stairs, quickly wearing her bright pink heels, but not before coming a step back to slap my butt and wink. She would never get over her obsession with pink.

This girl.

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The crowd is huge. Like really huge.

I can see most of the seniors from my batch here, drunk and dancing.

Ian was kind enough to invite my friends too.

We were all sitting on a table filled with snacks and beer. Who even allowed Beer? Does Uncle know?

I look towards the dance floor for the 14th time to check if Ian was still there or not.

She wasn't.

I feel slight panic rise inside me, as I look from the dance floor towards the door and finally towards the corner.