— Wanna Fight?

Your hair is everything. Where did you get it? My head.

“So...how have you been?”

Of course, my organizing skills are pretty good–mostly.

And why are they not perfect?

I’m okay, thank you though. If I feel the need to have a makeover then I’ll find you.

You’re no fun, you just ruined my good mood.

“New year, new me.”

Ah Elf, with it’s low cost options, literally the had the best drug store prices out of everyone. Oh and they actually had foundation shades that could match me, I had to personally learn that the ghost look wasn’t for me. Oh, that’s a good idea though, you’d be super helpful around campus, you could even get paid.

Thankfully the struggle to find foundations to perfectly match our skin tone is no longer an issue. I swear, you don’t know how many trail and errors I had with giving myself yellow skin because it looked more passable than wearing orange foundation from it being too dark.

“I’m just stating the truth. I don’t get this, man. People like you when you’re fake and hate when you tell them the truth.” Nate let out a laugh, he was only joking. “Nah, I’m shitting with you. You don’t need any makeup.” He chuckled. Nate couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at what Jelena said; it was how he’d started things with Miguel anyway, and it was really weird to hear someone else saying it. “Well, I gotta say I’m the whole package. These abs and my baby blue eyes are a deadly combination.” He snorted.

Her lips poked out in a pout at his teasing, allowing a few chuckles to come through as she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re so sweet,” She mused as she twisted the ring on her finger. Jelena nodded, he didn’t lie - if there was a whole package in the “perfect” everyday guy it was him. “Teach me your ways, God of Sexiness? I know I’m that bitch but I’ll need a few seminars to reach your level.”