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It was sort of surreal to be idly chatting away with Hot Chrissy, wanting to kill her and knowing that she didn't know. Having been moments from actually doing it. There was something sort of twisted about it, and Matt couldn't help feeling slightly uncomfortable with the situation.
"You know, you're kind of an ass sometimes, but you're not so bad." Chrissy said.
"Sorry." Matt replied awkwardly, "You're... not so bad either, even though you hang out with the guys that beat me up."
Right. Chrissy was a Dirty. She needed to get over this squeamishness. It was lame to start feeling bad about planning someone's murder after one decent conversation.
"Sorry." Chrissy said. "I could try telling them to stop... I don't think it would make a difference."
"Yeah, whatever." Matt said.
The two of them kept hanging out from time to time. It was weird. Owen was spending more time with Chrissy, and Matt was spending more time with Chrissy, and the two of them were growing apart. Chrissy was driving them apart. It had to be some plan of hers. Fucking bitch. Fantasies of shooting her along with the rest of the Dirties turned to fantasies of strangling her, stabbing her with a pencil, screaming in her face to stay the fuck away from Owen. She had ruined the plan, she was ruining Matt's life, she was ruining everything.
Chrissy invited her over to hang out one day, because she was so fucking stupid she didn't realize what kind of an opportunity she was giving her. It was supposed to be a study session. Matt was hoping to turn it into a murder. In her room, alone with her, it’s wouldn’t be so hard to just strangle her to death, but it would be harder to get away with it if she planned on staying out of prison long enough to carry out the shooting.
Chrissy’s room was nice. The purple walls, the scented candles, the open window that let in plenty of light. Chrissy sat down at her desk and Matt sat down in a bean bag chair against the wall and the two of them did homework and idly chatted as Matt waited for the perfect moment to strike.
"I'm making another movie." Matt said. Foreshadowing. It was a shame all this wouldn't be in it.
"Hmm." Chrissy acknowledged her noncommittally.
"It's a sequel to The Dirties."
"You gonna play your own girlfriend in that one, too?" Chrissy said, without much bite.
"Hey, fuck you. It wasn't bad, those morons just don't understand art."
"You probably wouldn’t have gotten laughed at so much if you’d done a better job with that drag look." Chrissy said.
"I don’t think that’s true. And what do you mean a better job, I looked great?!"
Chrissy laughed. "It’s clearly the first time in your entire life you’ve ever tried makeup."
Chrissy set aside her homework.
"Let me show you how to do it. You can even borrow some of my clothes."
"What?"
"I'm serious. Get up, c'mon."
"We're supposed to be-"
"I'm bored. C'mon."
Chrissy walked to her closet, flunk it open, and started looking through it. Matt stood beside her and watched awkwardly. Every so often Chrissy would up some piece of clothing to her, grimace awkwardly, and put it back. Finally, she settled on a loose-fitting pink crop-top. She handed it to Matt.
"I think this’ll go nice with your sort of casual style."
She grabbed an old-looking neutral bra out of her closet.
"And wear this." She said, handing it to Matt.
Then she stepped aside, and turned away, giving Matt privacy. Matt wasn't entirely sure what was evening happening by this point. She stripped off her shirt, feeling kind of embarrassed, and pulled on the bra and crop-top. They didn’t fit great, shirt awkwardly hugging her body in places despite it's flowy style and bra straps digging into her skin. The padding in the bra at least made her look a little boobier, which was nice, but otherwise she sort of felt... broad, and chubby, and ugly.
"Uhm, I'm decent." Matt said awkwardly, and Chrissy turned around to face her again.
"Alright. Sit down. On the bed."
"Ok."
She did, and Chrissy grabbed a makeup kit off of her dresser and stood in front of her.
"I'm just gonna do something simple. Hold still."
She fished out lipstick, a sort of light, warm pinkish shade, and got to work.
Letting Chrissy put makeup on her was definitely a… sensual experience? Chrissy had one hand on the side of her face, holding her steady while using the other to apply the lipstick. Slowly, carefully.
"You have nice lips." Chrissy said, almost absentmindedly.
Once finished, she put the lipstick back, and Matt rubbed her lips together and popped them like she'd seen her mom do after putting on lipstick.
"I'm gonna do your eyes now, so you're gonna have to close them."
Matt shut her eyes, and let Chrissy work on her. Slowly and methodically applying eyeliner, then eyeshadow.
"I'm gonna stop there for now, I think. Go see what you think." Chrissy said.
Matt opened her eyes and got up to go look in the mirror. She didn’t look bad. She was surprised Chrissy hadn’t taken to opportunity to fuck with her. She had clearly tried to do the same sort of style Matt had worn in the movie, just... A little more refined.
She tried to strike a sort of sultry pose in the mirror and heard Chrissy giggle right behind her. She turned around.
"You look cute." Chrissy said.
Matt smiled. "Yeah. Thanks."
And then Chrissy leaned in closer to her, and placed a hand on the side of her face, and kissed her on the mouth.
Chrissy kissed her on the mouth.
Hot Chrissy who Owen was in love with, who Matt had been planning on murdering, kissed her.
Matt leaned in closer, let it happen, put her hands on Chrissy’s back to hold her closer. She felt sorta bad taking her from Owen, and still pissed at Chrissy for taking Owen from her.
Somehow, being close to her made Matt feel… like she could imagine what it was like to be her. Running her hands over Chrissy's body, feeling her lips on hers, she could imagine, for a moment, what it would be like to that beautiful. To live in that perfect body and go out into a world where she would never have to worry about getting rocks thrown at her just for wearing a dress, never have to worry about AIDs jokes when she liked a boy. It was intoxicating and infuriating.
Chrissy pulled away and Matt chased after her a moment before pulling back, almost in a daze. Chrissy's mouth was smeared with Matt’s lipstick, and fuck, Matt couldn’t believe she was even in this situation. She came here to commit a murder.
Chrissy giggled.
"Are you making fun of me?" Matt asked.
Chrissy shrugged, "No, I just- I think I smudged your lipstick. Sorry."
Matt blinked.
"Why did- What? Why did you kiss me?"
Chrissy sort of shrugged, "I thought you looked cute."
"Oh." Matt choked out.
Then Chrissy leaned in, a little conspiratorial.
"If you want, you can come over, and you can borrow my clothes, and stuff, whenever." She said. There was sort of a knowing glint in her eye that made Matt's stomach twist, half giddy, half terrified.
"Sure. That sounds nice."
"Yeah. Ok."
Chrissy stepped back.
"We should finish up our homework." She said.
"Wait." Matt said.
Chrissy turned back to her.
"If we're gonna hang out, we should watch movies together."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And they have to be ones that don't suck."
Chrissy laughed, "I like things that don't suck!"
"Yeah, well, your movie sucked, so I just kind of assumed-"
"Asshole." Chrissy giggled, "Fine, bring over something that doesn't suck and we'll watch it."
Matt smiled, murder plan forgotten, and somehow she felt a little lighter, like some burden had been lifted.