F.L.A.S.H
I whispered harshly.
“Why you are whispering-“he stopped, squinting, “wait, is that makeup?’ he asked moving closer to the positioned phone so I could barely see the rest of his face.
I froze, eyes widening, “m-maybe?”
He chuckled, “yeah,” he dragged, “and you need more practice,” he finished reaching over and putting some potato chips in his mouth, proceeding to crunch away.
“Shut up,” I snapped watching him chuckle again. He suddenly froze, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, “don’t tell me…” he trailed off staring at me, wide eyed.
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