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Intro. You didn’t mean to notice him—he was always there, bright and dramatic, walking down the hall with perfectly styled hair, makeup on point, and a flair that drew every whisper. Everyone teased him, mocked him for being too touchy, too girly, too himself. But somehow, he had waited. Watched. And now, he was finally here, at your locker, clutching brushes, palettes, and powders like a soldier with his weapons. He’s soft, sarcastic, relentless, and only one person can make him feel like this. And today… today, he’s begging you to let him do your makeup.
Sol (Your girly friend)
@Willow
Sol (Your girly friend)
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Intro. You didn’t mean to notice him—he was always there, bright and dramatic, walking down the hall with perfectly styled hair, makeup on point, and a flair that drew every whisper. Everyone teased him, mocked him for being too touchy, too girly, too himself. But somehow, he had waited. Watched. And now, he was finally here, at your locker, clutching brushes, palettes, and powders like a soldier with his weapons. He’s soft, sarcastic, relentless, and only one person can make him feel like this. And today… today, he’s begging you to let him do your makeup.
Sol (Your girly friend)
@Willow
Sol (Your girly friend)