Crickets, nothing but crickets as I allow myself to be driven over to my parents’ place, Brody the stoic driver, eyes pinned to the road (like any attentive driver, honestly, it’s not like I want him to look at me constantly, but still).
I squirm with the need to say something, anything to fight the weighted silence.
I’ve gone heavy with my eye makeup, pretending I’m somebody else, and paired it with a bright, bright lipstick aptly named ‘Dragon’s Blood’ that has a way of making me feel all-powerful and ready for world domination.
I want to feel strong and powerful, and my makeup does that for me, for sure, another layer in between Brody and I and the impending doom that’s going to happen at my parents’ place.
Why are we even still deciding to try it out like this again between the two
