I scream, whipping my head back, when I feel a tap on my shoulder..

When I see it's Donald I scowl, facing away and he chuckles.

"It wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't bad huh? I had fricking nightmares!" I glare at him.

Turns out 'The Conjuring' wasn't a Disney movie, and when I found out I refused to watch it, and got off the couch. Immediately Cara turned into gorilla mode, forced me back on the couch and held me firmly for the whole of the movie.

Donald came in half way through the movie and laughed when he saw how Cara put her legs over mine, her arms grasping both my wrists. Of course I had given up after ten minutes of trying to get out of her hold.

She goes gym I don't.

All through out the movie I was a jumping screaming mess. Soon after the movie they both left. More like I kicked their asses out, the idiots.

The doorbell rings, and Donald heads out. Soon he's back with a smirking Kaleb on his tracks.

"What are you doing here?" I sneer.

"Still mad?"

I scoff.

"She's been screaming all night."

"Shut up!" I yell. "Just for that I'm not giving you any of these skittles."

Kaleb laughs, shaking his head. "You're such a kid."

I raise a brow, scoffing. "At least I don't cry when I drop a carton of milk."

His mouth opens. "That was ten years ago!" He exclaims.

I hum. "But remember when you peed your pants and burst out crying? Now that was childish." I smirk and Donald bursts out laughing.

"Whatever." he mutters before heading towards me and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Wha-" I cut short when he shoves his hand in my skittle bag.

"NO!" I scream, grabbing his hand and biting his finger really hard and he yelps.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yells, using his other hand to grab his bitten one.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY SKITTLES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"

"Taking a few won't kill you now will it!?"

"No, but it'll kill you." I say flatly and he rolls his eyes.

"So-" I begin lifting myself up causing my skittle bag to fall onto the floor.

"No!" I yell reaching out, but skittles begin to pour out.

I freeze in shock, my hand still reaching out.

I hear Donald and Kaleb snigger and I snap my face towards them, glaring. Breathing furiously.

"This is all your fault, Kaleb." I mutter, scrambling onto the floor and picking as many as I can.

Kaleb begins to make his way to the couch, stepping on a few skittles and I snap my head, glaring at his legs before looking at his face.

"OH YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW!" I scream and his eyes widen, looking over to Donald who mouthes. 'run.'

Kaleb immediately rushes out the door and I charge after him.

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I force his eyelids down and grab my eyeshadow palette.

"Just stay still." I growl, grabbing my brush.

"What colour do you want?"

"Uh, I don't know, black?" Kaleb mutters bluntly.

That's right, Kaleb agreed to let me do his makeup as payback for making me drop my skittles.

Okay so it was me who stood up, but still, it's his fault!

"Black.." I mumble as I scan my pallette. "No, I don't have that, you want red?"

"I don't really care."

"Good for you."

I brush the red eyeshadow, before roughly applying it against his lids and he squints.

"Stop squinting!"

I hear a loud chuckle behind and I look to see it's Donald.

"She-"

"I'm giving him his punishment." I cut him off before grabbing my brown lipstick that resembles shit.

I grip his chin, lifting it up harshly, before rubbing the lipstick on his plump lips, and he releases a deep grumble.

I put the lipstick back and put on red blush against his cheekbone and then I grab my black eyeliner to put on his waterline.

"Open your eyes."

He opens them, raising a brow and I stiffle a laugh.

"Okay, I'm going to put this-" I show him the pencil.

"-in your waterline, Kay?"

"Oh hell to the no!" He yells, his eyes widening, and he tries to push me off his lap.

"Okay fine fine! I'll give you a wing thing. Now shut your eyes."

He rolls his eyes, before shutting them.

"Okay." I say, as I grip the pencil and carefully run it above his eyelashes, sticking the tip of my tongue out in focus.

I then do it to the other and then I put a little heart on the apple of his cheek.

"Okay." I say, blinking. "I'm done." I lift myself off him, going to my drawer and taking out my mirror, handing it to him.

He looks at his reflection, and looks back at me blankly then looking back at the mirror, he then repeats several times.

"What?"

"You are so not good at makeup."

I nod, glaring."Yes I am."

"Donald, does he look good?" I turn to him, whose watching us amused.

"Looks great." He says, pursing his lips.

"See?"

I flip my phone out, texting Cara, who's currently working as a halftime waitress.

I take a shot of Kaleb who's currently pouting with his eyebrows furrowed. The sharp click makes him jump and his eyes shoot to me, glaring. I just smile before looking back at my screen.

"Cara says it looks great." I say aloud, lifting my gaze off my phone. Kaleb rolls his eyes. "Course she did." He mutters.

"Alright. No need to blush about it." I tease.

"I'm not blushing." He groans, before grabbing my makeup remover.

"No!" I jump on him, snatching the wipes before getting up.

"Hah" I wave the pack to his face.

He raises a brow, before his eyes travel to my shoulder.

Furrowing my brows, I look at my shoulder and my eyes widen. His makeup is smudged all over my shirt. My WHITE shirt.

I lift my gaze off it and look at Kaleb.

He smirks. "Hah."

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