𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Rocky Horror Picture Show Lipstick

"What a display of a man!" I clapped my hands, whooping at Chuck's transformation. "Daaaamn!" He currently had blush, smudged eyeliner, and I had dusted some glitter on his cheekbones to top it all off. On top of all that I lent him my jewelry for the night, so his hands were plastered in rings.

"I know. I look amazing don't I."

"Hey!" I jostled him by the shoulder. "I'm the one with the inflated ego!" He looked so cute all decorated up to look like a mini me.

"What's next y/n?" Chuck asked. "Can we do nails?" I loved him so much my heart felt like it would burst. The way his whole face lit up and how his nose would crinkle up when he laughed. Moments like these made me feel so lucky to be his friend.

"Um is that even question?" I tossed him a bottle of nail polish. "How about you do one hand I do the other." We sat crisscrossed, pressed up against the wall.

"Hey can you do the rainbow on that hand like you had on yours a while back?" He had started to paint my fingernails black. Chuck hadn't ever painted nails before so the paint came on sloppy, sticking onto skin. I smiled, warmth filling my cheeks.

He wanted to be just like me.

"Sure." I nodded. "We'll get you all rainbowed up."After our nails had dried and our snacks had been demolished is when we decided to follow through with our plan. A prank on the entire glade. Ambitious I know, but we were up for the task. First we had to get something out of the way though. Something important. Arson.

Chuck had taken one of Paul's shirts especially for our little activity. And all of the jars where he kept his lame ass creep collections. We let all the animals he had trapped out first. Well at least the ones that were still alive.

In other jars there were these origami beings. I always saw him messing around with paper, making cool animals and stuff. This was basically the only good thing about Paul. He could make cool shit out of paper. The only thing is he was strangely possessive over them. Slapping one of his friends for touching one once. Perfect.

"Arson is perfectly acceptable Chuck." I lifted up a match box I had swiped earlier. He coated the bundle of jars with gasoline (we found that in my old closet, I had taken the keys from Gally). "As long as it's a controlled burn." He nodded, finishing the rest of the gasoline up by pouring it into a heart shape.

We we're standing in one on the only places in the deadheads that was strangely just a patch of cement. It was far enough from any brush for anything to catch fire so it should be fine. Striking one of the matches birthed a flame. The real thing too. Yellow on top. Blue licking out on the bottom. I flicked it down into of the jars.

Fire swished across the ground. Swishing as it skipped around, making it's rounds to all of the oil. The glow of our crime reflected in our glassy eyes.

"Bye bye Paul's shit. Fucking burn." I said as Chuck and I watched the blaze. We did our new handshake in celebration (one of the awesome things we made earlier). "Okay Chuck let's go. We got a lot of stuff to get done tonight."

"Good that y/n. Let's get outta here. Gasoline smells worse than pig klunk."

"I'll drink to that." I chuckled, elbowing him in the ribs. "Come on Charles."

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"Stolen beverages always taste a thousand times better after a prank. Am I right or am I right?" I took another swig of fizzing liquid. It bubbled around, tasting similar to Coke. Chuck was sitting on his sleeping bag and I was on my bed.