alone together

I was left alone in Bobbi's room, the walls were a pale pink color of course. What was surprising was how many posters of sports stars littered his walls. I didn't think he was into sports. There were more than a few brightly colored stuffed animals on his purple bed. His desk was filled with makeup and a laptop with rainbow stickers. Above the desk was one of those pegboards with various photos and tickets stuck in. I was staring at the picture of him and the other peacocks and feeling glad he wasn't alone and wondering why I was worried about that when he came in with the promised drinks and sandwiches on a tray.

"Here we are darlin'." He sang as he sat the tray down on the nightstand next to his bed.

"T-thanks." I had been in my friends' room before so I don't know why I felt nervous when he sat next to me. Of course, I never kissed any of my friends before either. "I like your room."

"Thank you, I decorated it myself." Obviously. We silently chewed on our sandwiches.

"What-"

"I-"

We laughed nervously as we interrupted each other. Why was I so nervous? He was cute and all and I think he liked me. "You go."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing cutie." He was holding my hand again...does he know how hard that makes it to think?

"Uh, why do you wear makeup?"

"I like it."

"Okay...why?"

"Because it feels amazing! You dress to express what's in your soul so why not your face?"

"I don't know. I'm wearing some and it doesn't feel that way."

"Oh honey no. You're barely wearing any and that's just to blend in." He was silent for a moment, "I could show you."

Was he really offering to do my makeup? "Sure." I can't believe I agreed to it but the excited smile on his face excited me too.

"Goody!" He clapped quickly before standing up and racing to his makeup.

"Just not anything too **** okay?"

"Trust me darlin' I've been thinking about your face all day long." He had? Before I could stop him he started drawing on my face with what felt like a crayon that he then brushed at. Then he used a pencil on my eyebrow. He was super close to my face and all I could think about was his lips. I looked away at the only thing in my field of vision his dangly necklace and pink t-shirt that hung off of his slim shoulder. Another brush was rubbing against my eyelids and I tried to imagine if I would look like the rest of the peacocks when he was done. "Okay, hold very still." He sat in my lap and came out me with a pen very slowly. The tip wasn't as solid as I expected but more like a small paint brush. It was freaky to feel something so close to my eye and I had to fight to keep from pulling away. I didn't want to mess it up so I held on to the only thing I could. Him. Bobbi smiled and giggled at me but continued on with my other eye. He leaned to reach the nightstand and I let go so he could reach. When he had grabbed what he was reaching for, some lipstick, he grabbed my hands and put them back around him even lower than before.

Painting my lips took no time at all even after he dabbed a tinier brush from a tinier tube of lipstick on my lips. He seemed to be done but he continued to sit on my lap and stare at me. "How do I look?"

"You look fabulous." He smiled brightly.

"Can I see?"

"I'd have to get up." He whined.

"I wanna see," I whined playfully.

"Fineuh!" He stood and sat on the bed. I walked slowly to the mirror that hung on his closet door.

"Wow!" He was an artist. I looked much better than I did this morning, my lips were a deep red, almost purple even. They seemed fuller somehow. My eyebrows were dark and thick with a feminine arch but somehow I liked it. My eyes though were a deep purple with light purple in the inner edge sprinkled with glitter so it would sparkle from every angle.

He wrung his hands nervously as he approached me, "What do you think? It's just what I see when I look at you. I can teach you so you can do it yourself too but I just-"

I chuckled, it was funny seeing him flustered for once. "I love it."

He beamed at me again and he swelled with joy, "I'm glad. Stay here and take off your shirt."

"What?" He blew past me in the closet, I'll be damned, it was a walk-in I hadn't noticed. I guess I was too busy staring at myself. I took off my shirt giving myself a once-over in the mirror. Yeah, I wasn't as sculpted as Brian was but I looked pretty good. I sat awkwardly on the bed as I waited for him with my shirt in my hand.

He came back and stood before me, our flustered roles now returned as he stood confidently over me. "Arms." I raised my arms straight up like an idiot. Bobbi took my shirt and tossed it to the corner and slipped on something dark over me. My head poked through the hole finally. He had put a shirt on me. I met him this morning and I let him dress me and makeup my face. Once my head was out he ran a brush through my hair before spraying it with something. He took my hand and slid a bracelet around my wrist. "Okay done." He stood me up again in front of the mirror, the shirt was dark purple like my eyes but nearly black that read 'Love Your Self'. My hair was short but definitely feminine now. I think it's called a pixie or something and...there's glitter in my hair too. That's gonna be a bitch to wash out. "The only thing left is to change those pants."

"What?!"