"I'm surprisingly very excited about this party. You know, considering I died at the last one, I think I'm doing alright," Deshawn explained while sitting on the bed behind me. He used his hands in big gestures while his voice rang out loudly with amusement. "You're not funny, you know that, right?" I frowned. I was sitting in front of my full-length mirror while applying my makeup gently. I'd thrown on a simple, red, spaghetti dress and called it a day. I wasn't in the mood to go all out tonight. I could see Deshawn watching me through the mirror as I painted my face and his eyebrows furrowed in interest to follow what I was doing. "Why do you insist on coming with me?" I muttered while applying the mascara slowly to my frustratingly short eyelash
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