your lipstick stain is a work of art
gajevy week day 3 – lipstick. Finally a longer one; I’m much happier with this than the past couple of days. (Title taken from the song “She Looks So Perfect” by 5 Seconds of Summer. The song doesn’t have anything to do with the prompt, the lyric just happened to fit)
Inspired by “The Makeout Project” by Jedediah Johnson
The moment she spots him crossing the street towards her building, Levy knows she’ll have to kill her best friend. A regrettable thing, really, but necessary.
Because why else would Gajeel Redfox be coming to her studioduring a work session unless Lucy had sent him there? Levy is sure as shit thather best friend hadn’t explained to him the caveat in her project, and lordis this going to be awkward.
Levy whips out her phone in the few moments she has before he’soutside the studio door and quickly sends a text. I’m going to kill you, just so you know.
Her phone chirps almost immediately. We’ll see. Now go get ‘er done ;)
She stifles an irritated squawk. What does Lucy think she’s doing? This isn’t going to work the way her friend thinks it will, there is no way on earth, but oh god what is she going to do? Quick, think, think, think–
She twitches violently as the door’s buzzer sounds, her phone jumping from her hand to the couch beside her. Her hands flutter uselessly and for a second she debates not letting him in. Will he go away if she never answers?
A loud buzzing fills the studio a second time and it seems that no, he will not. Without thinking Levy dashes to the front of the studio, quickly darting to the side to check her lipstick in the small mirror by the door. Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers why it’s there, but before she can reconsider, she forces herself to take hold of the door handle and slide it open. “Hey,” she says, hoping she doesn’t sound nearly as panicked as she is.
She steps aside to let him in. His boots thud loudly against the hardwood floors, prompting her to say, “Oh, would you mind taking those off? I’m only renting this studio and I don’t want to get scratches on the floor.” Or you could just tell him now and watch him scramble out the door. Would be easier.
She banishes the pessimistic thought away in favor of one a little more hopeful. “I’m assuming Lucy didn’t tell you much about my project?” Please say she did, please say she did–
“What? You gonna stab me in the name of art or somethin’?”
She laughs. “No, nothing like that. But, um…”
“C’mon, just spit it out. Thought you just needed to take my picture.”
“That’s not quite… here, it’s probably easier if I just show you.” Then she won’t have to tell him and maybe this won’t get quite as awkward. Unlikely, but a girl can hope.