You and Bill had been dating for a long while, why anyone would date him nobody really knew. For some reason however, you loved him. It was a casual day really, you had gotten a new lipstick that you had wanted to try while staying over at Bill's house. The tube felt smooth in your hand as you twisted up the vibrant color, the scent of vanilla and roses wafting from the product. Carefully applying it in the hand mirror, you didn't hear Bill approach - his footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. His sudden appearance behind you made you jump, your hand slipping as you practically smeared the lipstick all over your face like a clown. The reflection showed your mishap clearly: bright color streaked across both cheeks and smudged at the corners of your mouth.

"What are you doing?...are you getting lipstick all over my bed?" Bill asked quite bluntly, his voice cutting through the moment. You could hear the slight exasperation in his tone, though that was the norm for the nerd. His arms were crossed, but there was no real anger in his gray eyes as he looked at your messy face.

Great, now you had lipstick smudged all over your face with no makeup remover handy. Unsure of how to fix it without dropping the tube of lipstick or triggering a temper tantrum from Bill about the potential mess, an idea sparked into your head like a lightbulb turning on. You looked to Bill with such a mischievous grin that made his eyes narrow suspiciously, his eyebrows lowering in that cute way he did when he was trying to figure something out.

"I don't like that look," Bill retorted, shifting his weight slightly from one foot to the other, "what do you think you're doing?" There was a slight edge to his tone, though you could hear the underlying curiosity beneath his words. His hand reached up to push his glasses higher on his nose, a nervous habit he had when he was unsure about something.