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“Stop fidgeting!”
"I’m not, I’m not!” Adora protests, and ducks away from Catra’s reach. Catra huffs in annoyance and glares at her best friend, who erupts into a fit of laughter.
It was a Friday, and the two girls are sat in Adora’s childhood bedroom on her bed, the late afternoon sun filtering in through the tiny window above Adora’s desk. Makeup in all forms-mascara tubes, eyeshadow palettes, glitter, lipstick, blush-clutter the bedsheets as Catra tries, yet again, to finish the wing of eyeliner on Adora’s left eye.
"I’m doing this for you!” Catra exclaims, waving the eyeliner in Adora’s face.
"I know, I know, and thank you, you’re just pressing too hard!” Adora complains. Catra bites back a snort of amusement.
"Fine, you do it yourself.” Catra stands up off of the bed and mock-dusts herself off, eyeliner pen still in hand. She pauses, mid dust. “Remind me where you’re going again?”
"Please stay, Catra” Adora pleads dramatically, leaning forwards on the bed so she can grab Catra’s wrist. “You know I’m no good at makeup. And I told you already, the team and I are going out for dinner to celebrate the end of the season."
"When has going out with your soccer team ever made you want to put on makeup?” Catra asks, but she sits back down on the bed, facing Adora. She uncaps the eyeliner pen, and Adora leans into her space, waiting expectantly for Catra to resume the eyeliner application. Catra’s breath hitches slightly in her throat at their sudden closeness, and she blushes slightly. Catra feels relief wash over her when Adora doesn’t notice, as her eyes were already closed.
"Well, Huntara is going to be there, obviously,” Adora says, now a bit more seriously, a small blush forming across her cheeks. “And I-I don’t know, I want to make an impression on her. I always thought she was, um, hot, or whatever.”
Catra feels a dark wave of jealousy wash over her, but shakes it off as quickly as it came as she carefully raises the eyeliner to Adora’s left eye. Careful not to touch the other girl, she draws a sharp, precise wing of eyeliner with two strokes. Finished, Catra sits back on her heels, admiring her handiwork.
"Which one is Huntara again?” Catra asks, trying to sound disinterested. She caps the eyeliner pen and begins to collect the makeup scattered over Adora’s bed, intentionally avoiding the other girl’s gaze, the fog of jealousy still sitting tight in her chest. Catra guesses that she hadn’t shaken it off as much as she had thought.
"You know who Huntara is!” Adora playfully nudges Catra’s shoulder. “Senior? Goalie? Like, 6 foot 3? Purple hair? Insane muscles? Come on, Catra.”
"Well, I don’t know that,” Catra mumbles, shoving the products into Adora’s makeup bag. “Anyways, I’m sure you’ve made an impression on her already. You’re the first junior to ever be made captain on a Horde High sports team.”
Adora must not have heard, as she had lifted the handheld mirror that was perviously sitting beside her up to her face, turning her head from side to side, looking at her eyes. “Catra, this is beautiful!” She lowers the mirror and grins at Catra. Aside from the eyeliner, Adora's lips were painted a neutral-pink, and a light sprinkling of blush and highlighter were applied to her cheeks and cheekbones respectively.
You look beautiful, Catra can’t help but think. But she grins back, although a bit painfully. This time, Adora notices.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Adora asks gently, placing her hand on Catra’s. Her touch feels like electricity. “Even though it is a team dinner, we can all bring a plus-one, you know.”
"No, it’s fine!” Catra exclaims, and winces internally at herself at how shrill her voice sounded. She clears her throat. “Really Adora, it’s fine. I have some physics homework to catch up on for Monday anyways.”
Adora frowns. “Are you sure? You have all weekend to work on physics.”
Catra climbs a mountain in her head before she allows herself to put her other hand over Adora’s. “I’ll be okay. Please, just go, have fun with the team.”
Adora smiles up at Catra and envelops her in one of her Classic Adora Hugs. Catra hugs her back, trying to ignore the comforting vanilla-scent of Adora’s shampoo.
Beside them on the bed, Adora’s phone buzzes twice.
"Oh!” Adora breaks the embrace, grabbing her phone hastily. “Lonnie’s here to pick me up! I’ve got to go, will you be okay to get home?”
“Adora, I literally live a block away from you,” Catra says fondly, still sat on the bed, watching the other girl throw on her red jacket and a pair of shoes. “Text me later, you idiot.”
"Bye Catra! And thanks!” Adora doesn’t look back as she runs out of her room. Catra sighs, and buries her face in her hands.
You disaster lesbian, Catra thinks miserably.