"Alright, love, hold still."

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself. The brush tickled your cheek as whatever product Angus chose coated your skin. Knowing Angus wasn't a makeup expert you wondered if maybe he chose the wrong thing. "What is this?" you asked.

"Ah...." You could picture him inspecting the jar before he answered. "That's for me to know," Angus said, picking up where he left off. 

Normally you'd do your own makeup but ever since breaking your arm last week, it proved to be a bit of a challenge. And Angus wasn't going to let you heal without a little help. He offered to do it for you and with a bit of reluctance, you agreed. Now here you were sitting in his kitchen, your collection of makeup spread out on the counter for Angus to pick and choose as he wished. With your cast arm resting on the counter, you trusted him to do his best. "You really didn't have to do this...."

"It's no trouble," Angus said. He was gentle with the brush and you were enjoying this a little more than you thought. "Keeps me busy, ya' know? Haven't painted anythin' in a while an' it's gettin' to me."

"So you wanted to paint my face?" you asked with a smile.

"Bit of practice, that's all," Angus said, putting the brush down. "An' ya' look like ya' needed some help...what with that arm of yours."

"I can't believe I fell off that ladder," you sighed. "Thankfully I hit my arm instead of my head."

"I heard it was a nasty fall," Angus said, looking over the tubes of lipstick. You finally opened your eyes to see him squinting to see the difference between Rose Red and Rose Pink. He set one down and twisted the other open. "Were you doin' yard work, or...."

"Just spraying a hornets' nest off the house," you sighed and looked at your other arm that wasn't broken. A couple welts were healing nicely from the hornets' revenge. You blamed them entirely for attacking you, making you lose your balance, and falling. Since you gave up for now, leaving the job to professionals, you were positive those little bastards were making themselves at home right now in your kitchen, drinking all your tea. "I really hate hornets."

Angus held your face with one hand while he carefully applied the lipstick with the other. When he wasn't humming to himself, he would stick his tongue between his teeth in concentration. "You're lookin' lovely, Y/N."

"I'll be the judge of that," you said when he finished with the lipstick. Part of you really wanted Angus to do a good job and the other part worried what the end result would be. Not that you wouldn't be appreciative of his efforts all the same. But...how do you break the news to your best friend that his makeup skills are....subpar?

"What do we have here...." Angus held up a small pencil. "Eye liner?"

"Uh...." You hardly trusted yourself with eyeliner and still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. Might as well make this job a little easier on him. "I really don't need any of that this time, Ang."

"Ya' sure?" he asked, sounding a little hesitant. "I've been drawin' my whole life, ya' know."

"I'm sure," you said and sighed as he set the pencil down. "Just mascara."

"You got it, love. Mascara....mascara...." Angus' hands hovered over the products as if he was casting a spell over them. "Ah, here we are." He removed the cap, revealing another pencil underneath. "No, this is...." Angus looked comically back and forth at the pencil in his hand and the row of pencils on the counter. "How much eye liner do ya' have?"

"This is lip liner," you said, gesturing at the pencil in his hand. "You usually put it on before the lipstick." Angus stared at your already painted lips.

"Well shit," Angus sighed, putting the lip liner back. "Sorry, love, I've already fucked it up."

"I'm sure it looks fine, Angus," you said, wiping the sweat off your palm. Grabbing a small black tube, you handed it to him. "This one."

"Thanks," he said, popping it open. Pulling out a small mascara wand dripping in black goop, he readied his hand. "Eyes open or closed?"

"Open," you said, raising your eyes to the ceiling. The tiny brush combed your lashes and Angus was extremely careful not to hurt you. "Maybe you'll want to start wearing makeup after this."

"Aw, no thanks, Y/N," Angus said. "I'll leave that to Paul Stanley."

"But you'd look so cute!" you gushed. Angus turned a little pink in the cheeks and didn't say anything. "When my arm heals will you let me do your makeup?"

"Mmm.....not sure any amount of it will do this mug of mine any favors," Angus said, thumbing at his face with a smile. "An' if the boys catch wind of what you're doin' I'll have to resign from the band."

"Oh nonsense," you said, but left it at that. Once he finished both eyes he set the mascara down and looked over the products to see if there was anything he missed. "You didn't put much on my face."

"Should I have done more?" he asked, picking up jars and looking them over. Some were labeled 'foundation' while others said 'concealer' and you weren't sure he knew which was which. "I think you look nice the way you are."

"Can I see?" you asked. You stood from the chair and peered at your reflection in the microwave that sat on the corner of the counter. It was hard to tell, but Angus certainly....did his best. "I'll just have a quick peek in the bathroom." Angus nodded and remained at his place by the counter while you hurried away to the bathroom. Turning on the light, you braced yourself for the result. 

Well, the mirror didn't shatter into a million pieces. It was a very natural look compared to what you normally did and it didn't look bad. For being his first try, Angus didn't do a half bad job. 

Of course whatever powder he put on your face wasn't blended completely and the lipstick started to wander off your lips. A small glob of mascara sat on part of your lashes but the final look as a whole wasn't awful. "Messy makeup or not, I'm still beautiful," you reassured yourself as you left the bathroom. 

Something clacked onto the floor right as you entered the kitchen. Angus hurried to pick it up and you were shocked to see a huge mess of makeup spilled all over the counter. 

At least it was Angus' counter. 

"Don't worry, Y/N, I'm on the job," Angus said as he hurried to clean everything up. His hands were covered in various products and it looked like he had been trying to clean up for a while. "Everything's under control."

"What the hell happened in here?" you asked, grabbing a couple jars with your good hand and pulling them away from the accident site. One of the jars had toppled over and while it thankfully didn't break, it spilled makeup everywhere. 

"Just a spill," Angus said, moving the pencils to the side. The mascara brush was not in its tube and the black liquid had spread like a river over the side of the counter. Angus went to the sink to wash his hands off. 

"I was gone for two seconds, how did this happen?" you asked. You almost laughed at the sight of Angus scurrying around trying to clean everything up before you lost several dollars worth of makeup. Then a thought occurred to you. "Were you practicing with it while I was gone?"

"Ah, go on an' make jokes," Angus said, drying his hands on a towel. "Jus' got a bit curious about what everythin' was an' so I made the mistake of openin' your stuff when you weren't around-"

"And you spilled some of it?" you asked.

"Spilled itself is more like it," Angus said. "I opened somethin' and it flew right out of my hands." You started laughing as he swiped some if it up with a paper towel. "Your stuff is possessed, Y/N, an' it got angry with me."

"I won't tell anyone, you know," you said winking and Angus stuck his tongue out. "Your secret desires will stay safe with me."

"Very funny," Angus mumbled. After cleaning a good amount of it up, Angus handed you your things so you could pack them up in your bag. He watched you zip it closed then looked at you sheepishly. "'M real sorry for spillin' it."

"Don't worry about it, it wasn't much," you said. "I've been thinking about trying some new brands anyway, this will give me an excuse to buy more."

Relieved he didn't upset you, Angus perked up a bit. "So uh...what do ya' think?" he asked. "'Bout your new look?"

"It looks great," you smiled. It really did look great despite the imperfections. "You did a good job for a beginner." Angus grinned and stuck his stained hands in his jean pockets. "Keep practicing."

"If ya' ever need me to do it again, just ask," he said. "Practice makes perfect."

"Or I can always get you some makeup for your birthday and you can practice in the mirror," you said and Angus rolled his eyes. "Come on, what's wrong with that idea?"

"Nice try, Y/N, I'm not interested. Think I'll jus' stick with paintin'." You pouted and crossed one arm over your chest. Angus looked down and narrowed his eyes. "Ya' got some makeup on your cast."

"Oh well," you sighed, looking over the spots. "I won't have it forever. Maybe when I get home I can use it to punch out a few of those hornets..."