A/N:
Yall, I haven't heard this song in a while but now I miss it lol :(
So basically it's in Casey's head for no reason.
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A mischievous grin grows on my face. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Hazel's brows furrow. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking we prank the early sleepers."
"Who's we? You're on your own." She says, a hint of a smile across her lips.
"It's a tradition. At least be on the lookout." I answer.
She shakes her head. "You're such a kid."
"You're such a mommy."
That shuts her up. And it's crazy how you can still tell if Hazel's cheeks go pink even in the dark.
She silently follows me up the stairs and down the hallway to Leah's room. Pushing open the door, I quietly step in and survey the scene in front of me.
Leah lies on the right side of the bed, and Maddie lies on the left, both on their sides.
"What are you doing?" Hazel whispers next to me.
I bring I finger to my lips and point to the bathroom door in Leah's room.
Tiptoeing across the room, I reach the bathroom and turn the door handle. I grimace at the creaking noise as I push it open.
I curse under my breath when I realize I can't see anything inside the bathroom, and I turn to Hazel apologetically, who's standing in the doorway. Understanding my predicament, Hazel rolls her eyes and fishes something from her back pocket.
It's her phone, and she turns on its flashlight.
"Thanks," I whisper.
Opening the cabinet, I rummage through the contents inside, looking for Leah's makeup bag. When I find the small bag, I put my hand in it. There's at least double the amount of things that were there since I last looked inside.
I can name a few of the items, some I recognize as tubes of mascara and eyeliner, but for the rest I'm clueless.
"What is this--foot gel?" I whisper to myself.
Hazel leans over me, peering at the white tube in my hand.
"That's a popular lip balm." She says. "It's pretty good."
"I've never seen this in my life. I only use chapstick," I say.
"You should try it." She says.
"Are you trying to say I have chapped lips?" I tease.
"No, not at all. I was just saying."
I bring the makeup bag to the bathroom counter. Taking out about half of the trinkets inside, I set them on the counter and look over them.
"What are you even trying to do?" Hazel asks.
"I'm giving her a makeover. She never lets me, so it's detrimental that she doesn't wake up."
"Hm." Hazel hums. Standing next to me, she looks at the arrangement of cosmetic products, picking some up and setting them aside. I watch as she separates the bottles, tubes, containers, and sticks, looking for some pattern, but there doesn't seem to be one. "You should use these. They'll be easier to use if you're doing something quick." She says. Then she turns to me. "It'll also be harder to feel them on her face."
"Wow. You know so much about makeup." I marvel. "Is there anything you aren't good at?"
She just shrugs.
I pocket the ones she picked out and step back into the room. Leah's now lying on her back, making it easier for me to vandalize her. I take the eyeliner and begin to paint her eyelids. When I'm halfway done with the eyeliner, Leah's cheek twitches. I gasp a little, hoping she doesn't wake up.
Hazel watches me gingerly retrieve the little container of blush--or is it eyeshadow?--and a brush, and awkwardly pat the brush onto the pad. After about a minute of tapping, Hazel intervenes.
"That's a lot of blush." She says. So I was right; it's blush.
"Oh, oops," I say. I lean over and lightly dust Leah's cheeks. I can't see much in the darkness, but I think I'm doing a great job. Glancing at Hazel, I catch her with her hand covering her mouth, as if she's trying not to laugh.
"Make sure you do her forehead and chin, too," Hazel says, a smile forming on her face.
A small smile spreads across my face too as I watch her genuinely enjoying this.
Realizing I'm looking at her too long, I quickly dust the rest of Leah's face.
"Should we go?" I whisper to Hazel.
"No--Put lipstick."
I raise my eyebrows even though she can't see them. "Are you sure? I'm scared she might wake up."
"I'll do it, then." She says.
I hold out the lipstick, and she plucks it from my hand.
Luckily, Leah is still on her back, and I move to make room for Hazel. After unscrewing the cap, Hazel leans over and presses the applicator onto Leah's lips. She gently brushes the lipstick over her bottom lip before spreading it on her top lip.
Hazel does this extremely carefully, and I feel my jaw tighten as I become aware of how much attention she's paying to Leah's lips.
Tilting the brush, Hazel perfects the edges and corners, then moves backward to study her work. Satisfied, she closes the tube and stands up fully.
She grins at me.
"Mmmph."
Whipping my head toward the sudden noise, my stomach drops as Leah shifts on the bed, slowly turning her head and moving her arm as if she's stretching.
Shit.
I glance at Hazel in alarm, and she returns the expression. Then, Leah shifts back to her original position.
I breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
"Let's get out of here." I hiss.
Hazel nods and walks to the bathroom to retrieve the makeup bag. Together, we hastily put everything back into the bag and shove it into the cabinet. I gently shut the bathroom door, and just as we're about to leave, I remember something.
"Shoot! I forgot to take a picture." I say, patting my pockets for my phone.
"Gosh, Casey." Hazel breathes.
"Crap, I can't find my phone! Can I use yours?" I say.
She reaches into her pocket and retrieves her phone, shaking her head as she hands it to me. I might be mistaken, but I see a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Thanks," I say.
I double-click the power button to quickly activate her camera app, then tiptoe back to Leah's bed, with Hazel following at a distance.
Angling the camera at Leah's face, I click the picture button. A bright flash suddenly illuminates the entire room, though it only lasts for a second.
"Why do you have the flash on?!" Hazel hisses.
"I don't know, it's your phone!" I exclaim in a hushed tone.
I take one last look at Leah, who only twitches a little before falling still again.
"Come on!" Hazel says, holding the door open. I rush out and she shuts the door.
Panting with my hands on my knees, I sigh with relief. I drop my head a little as an upside-down smile grows on my face. It spreads, and I let out a chuckle.
Hazel starts to laugh too. Her sweet, genuine laugh that stays in your head for hours.
Standing up fully, I smile at her. "Well, that worked out."
She pretends to be mad, but I see past it. "Barely. Now give me my phone." She says.
I do, and she opens her camera roll. I watch over her shoulder as she clicks on the most recent picture.
Hazel bursts out laughing.
A little confused, I say, "Wow, it's actually good. I was expecting the picture to be blurry after how fast I pulled the phone away."
Still giggling, she wipes her eyes. "Perks of having an android." She says.
"Dude, we did her so dirty." She says, angling the phone toward me.
I peer at the picture. Leah looks . . . a little rough, but it's not too bad, except for the massive shock at the color difference. Leah looks like the forty-fifth president of the United States.
"That wasn't blush, was it?" I say.
Hazel shakes her head. "I think you grabbed her powdered bronzer."
"No idea what that is, but from what it looks like, it isn't a blush substitute," I say.
Hazel giggles. "It's not. But it's okay, she doesn't have to see it."
"That's right. We should probably go pretend to be asleep before she wakes up."
We make our way down the stairs, grinning all the way. When we make it back to the living room, Emilia is fully stretched out on her side of the couch. Claiming the couch we were on previously, I grab a warm blanket and wrap it around myself. Hazel picks the other couch, and after a few minutes of shuffling, it's silent.
A couple of minutes go by.
"Hazel?" I whisper into the darkness.
"Yeah?" I hear her voice from across the room.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
A few more minutes go by but I'm too giddy from all the excitement to sleep.
"Casey?" I hear. "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep. I'm too energized."
"Me too," I say. Sitting up, my blanket falls to my waist. "You should just come over here."
She sits up. "Maybe I will."
Hazel stands, leaving her blanket on the couch. My chest feels funny as she approaches, and my mind starts to race. But I shut it off.
I make space for her on the couch and lift my blanket. Smiling, she sits down next to me, and I drop the blanket.
"So how come you were so scared that Leah was going to wake up?" She asks. "It's just a prank, right?"
"It is, but she would have actually killed me. She hates not looking perfect." I say.
"Oh. Yeah, she does look stunning all the time."
"That's what I keep trying to tell her. She's genuinely gorgeous, and she keeps telling me I don't use my 'looks' to their full potential." I say, making quotation marks in the air.
"What do you mean 'looks'?" She says, mimicking my quotation marks.
"She seems to think I could date anyone I wanted to if I just tried."
Hazel purses her lips. Our knees are touching. "See, this is why I thought you guys were a thing. You flirt like an old married couple."
I snort. "God, that's hilarious. I could never date her, and she could never date me." I shudder. "That's so gross to think about. It's like having feelings for a sibling."
"Good to know," She says.
It's silent for a moment, as I try to decipher what her last sentence might mean.
Hazel breaks the silence. "I think she's wrong, though. You don't need to try."
I smirk. "Are you calling me attractive?"
I'm joking, but inside my heart is ablaze. Hazel looks embarrassed and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I just meant . . ."
"It's okay, I'm kidding," I say. "But you don't need to try either."
Hazel looks at me. "What?" she breathes.
I shrug. Nice going, Casey. Real smooth.
I glance at her lips, and the way they're parted makes my heartbeat go haywire. Returning my gaze to her eyes, I do the second most stupid thing I've done all the year.
Another strand of her hair comes loose, and I push it behind her ear. Her lips are enchanting, but I pull my eyes off of them.
"God, I want to kiss you," I mumble.
Frick, man. I don't know what possessed me to have the courage to say this. Honestly, if I were her, I would leave right now. Because clearly I'm mentally unwell.
"Then do it."
Shocked at her reply, I pull away a bit. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I'm really--"
Hazel grabs the front of my pajamas with both hands, forcing me to look at her. "Casey, kiss me."
She stares into my eyes, so serious. I look away. "I--I don't want to ruin anything."
Her grip tightens, and she pushes me back a little. "Casey, don't do this."
That makes me look at her. Realistically, I know there's no way I can refuse this. One kiss can't hurt, right? "Fine. Just one." I breathe.
Her lips meet mine, and I melt. They're so soft, and she tastes amazing. Bringing my hand to the side of her face, I tilt my head for better access. Her lips are intoxicating, and I find myself wanting more.
I can't believe I'm kissing Hazel Vaughn.
She pulls away, but her mouth is only an inch or two away from mine. My chest is heaving, and she looks both flustered and shocked.
A/N:
Why does chemistry even exist???
I don't even know what is going on in that class, and I have a quiz tomorrow. :(
Also, today is Election Day, and I'm going to crash out.
anyway. dOnT fOrGeT tO vOtE!!!
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