Toilets & A Fake Girlfriend (girlxgirl)

Chapter 4: Her Sperm-shaped Eyebrows

I went out with mom today and she got her eyebrows waxed. It looked really cool and awesome. And I realized, I want mine to look like Rachel's perfectly sperm-like shaped eyebrows.

As I got home, I tried to do my own eyebrows. I got a facial cleanser and scrubbed it all over my eyebrows. Then, I used this brow brush to brush them upward.

Still not shaped like Rachel's.

So, I decided to use one of mom's razors to shape my bushy eyebrows.

Carefully shaving the sides...

Shoot! Oh, it's okay, it isn't really that bad.

Shaving...

Holy crap!

Carefully shaving...

Mom barges in my room, "Sweetie, Have you seen my---"

Oh, my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I ended up shaving my whole right eyebrow.

"MOM!!!" I cried.

"Holy shit!" mom said, mouth half open, looking really surprised. "What the hell did you do to your eyebrows?!"

I just sat in front of the mirror quietly, embarrassed by what I did.

***

"Okay, I know you hate drawing stuff on your face, but you have to use this makeup pencil for school," mom says, I know she wants to laugh so hard right now.

"Dios mío, your face is priceless!" grandma teases while devouring her pancakes.

"Shut it!" I say furiously, "all of you!" then I start sobbing. "This isn't funny!"

"Oh, shit!" grandma whispers to herself, leaning closer to me, feeling bad for teasing me obviously. "Um, okay. I'll just draw the eyebrow for you, chica, I'm kinda good at it."

"Okay." I take my glasses off and lean closer to grandma so she could see my bald eyebrow.

So, grandma starts to sketch on the shaved eyebrow. I really feel anxious now, what if it'll turn out ugly... like my face? No, crap!

"It's perfect, ma," mom says, looking at grandma.

"Yeah, just put your glasses back on, so, no one would notice." I did what grandma told me.

***

I have been hanging out with Rachel for a few days. I really feel self-conscious about my eyebrow. It always gets messed up and she would laugh. But it's okay since she's my soulmate after all, she can laugh at me whenever she wants.

And I haven't told her about how I really feel about her. I'm scared. I think it's much better if we remain friends, because the reality is, she is straight. I don't want to get my hopes high. And I am so glad she hasn't brought up a conversation about PLL or I'd be dead.

She keeps buying me lunch, which is cool because I get to save money. And yesterday, she brought me homemade sandwiches. I love sandwiches. And she told me she prepared the sandwiches herself. She is so sweet. And I keep falling for her even more. I think.

We spend most of our time together cleaning toilet bowls. We talk about a few of my hobbies, like playing the guitar and singing at the church every Sunday. She showed me her playlist too. She likes the music of the 90's.

She talks about her life in her old school, how she was being bullied herself too. But she didn't tell me the reason. I didn't want to pry either.

Rachel told me a secret of hers too, like sneaking out at night.