Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

That was weird , Stacy thought and frowned at the phone screen after hanging up. It sounded almost like Jason was losing his voice, sometimes making it awkwardly crack like a boy's did when he was going through puberty. It wasn't anywhere that high pitched, and soon returned to Jason's normal baritone, but it did sound weird. Maybe he had a sore throat or was getting a bronchial infection. That's probably what it was, phlegm in his throat and lungs making his voice crack and it was probably why he wanted to throw up. That worried her a little bit. They'd eaten the same thing last night, literally. Jason had ordered a plate and she stole one or two bites of everything, never eating much. It infuriated him sometimes and he'd often order her a child's plate which left Stacy sulking and him grinning like a fool before they both started laughing and made up with a sweet kiss. It couldn't have been the food though because she wasn't feeling nauseous. Nauseated. Wait, which one was it? The two words always confused her and Stacy pondered it, letting her worry about her boyfriend slip for a minute until it popped back up. Jason was sick, darn it, and she was worried about words? What kind of girlfriend was she? She should go take care of him and pamper him and sit beside him in bed and rub his forehead and let him watch those stupid Twitch streams he liked all night long. She wouldn't even get on Facebook while he did and everyone knew how hard that was. That Stacy would set aside her social media life for him would show Jason she was good for him! Excited, already making plans in her head about how perfect it would be, Stacy threw on a pair of yoga pants, a cotton top and layered it with a big comfy sweater on top that she thought looked super cute. A little perfume, deoderant and a tooth brushing and she was ready. Before the date she'd taken a long bath and used a new bath bomb in it so she was clean enough and her hair didn't need to be washed today. Too much ruined it. Guys washed theirs every day and it ended up coarse and gross. On the way out of her apartment she pulled her coat on, still not noticing the inhaler was in the pocket where Jason put it. Almost half an hour later, in the middle of checking out at the corner pharmacy with a big basket of cold medicine and cough drops and some treats she knew Jason liked, her phone buzzed. Stacy always hated people who were glued to the screen instead of talking to the cashier and getting out of other peoples' way, so she ignored it until after she checked out. Winter air was brisk on her face and made her eyes tear up a little bit when she stepped outside, looking up to make sure she didn't walk in front of a car while she read Jason's text. Stacy stopped in the middle of the road, staring at the words until a car honked and she jumped onto the sidewalk in shock. Jason, scared? What was going on? Oh my God, was he okay? He was throwing up, oh my God. Should she call 911? Panicked, Stacy spun back and forth, indecision making her useless, and her heart jumped in her chest. The fog around her head showed she was breathing faster too. Not really thinking, she walked, sometimes ran for a bit, the bags banging from her hand and into her shins, to Jason's apartment. Jason? she asked before she banged on the door. Jason? Are you okay? Where was his spare key? She'd bought a heart shaped silver ring just for it when he'd given it to her a few weeks ago. There it was, in the bottom of her purse. It took several tries but eventually she got the door open and went into Jason's apartment. Jason, you're scaring me, Stacy said almost breathlessly. The bags and her key landed on his entry table and one of them slid off, spilling a bottle of Tylenol Cold 'n Flu and a round cobalt blue jar of Vick's vapor rub. Jason? she said again, going into the bedroom. Honey, talk to me. What's wrong? Stacy went to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers that were around the form on the bed, reaching for his hand. As much as he said he was scared, right now Stacy needed the touch of her boyfriend's hand. What she got instead was a woman's hand, bigger than her own but unmistakably feminine. Stacy jerked back and part of the covers came with her, revealing the brunette woman. In Jason's bed. Wearing his boxers. Nude with her big breasts that Stacy didn't have and felt self-conscious about spilling all over her boyfriend's mattress. Whatever color Stacy had in her pale skin dropped completely out and she stumbled backwards, hand covering her mouth. No. No this wasn't happening. Jason was perfect and he was her boyfriend and he called her Love and thought she was pretty and smart and funny and they - this wasn't happening! You fucking asshole! she screamed out then slammed into the bathroom looking for Jason. Where are you and who the fuck is she!