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I somehow ended up going to Killian’s house, sitting on the edge of his bed while I waited for Killian to come out. I anxiously squeezed my clammy hands together, my stomach still turned into endless knots, already regretting coming here. My mind replayed the conversation we had before going into detention.

“Your fourth dare?” He asked and I nodded. Killian paused, pursing his lips as he leaned against the wall. He looked slightly hesitant at first. “Well, I have something that I have to do after detention and I could used your help.”

“What do you need help with?” I asked slowly.

“Your fourth dare,” he started. “I need you to help me break someone out of jail.”

My mouth dropped wide open, wondering if I had just heard right.

“What?” I gulped.

“A good friend of mine ended up getting into some trouble,” he explained casually. “He got into a fight near a grocery store with some other kids at his school and was sent to the police station, so the idiot’s currently behind bars.”

I studied his face but he seemed to be dead serious, which was when I realised that this Killian was probably crazy.

“We need to go pick him up with my jeep,” he added, as if that was what bothered me.

“We?” I asked in disbelief. “What do you mean, we?”

“You and I, silly,” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t his parents be the one to pick him?” I asked, trying not to get distracted by his sweet words.

“Well, he’s got a bad relationship with his parents so calling them is kind of complicated,” he murmured, making me frown. “So we’ll have to go in disguise and act as his parents instead. I’ll go as his dad and you as his mom.”

And that’s when he completely lost me.

Killian was crazy, he really was crazy. There was definitely something wrong with that head of his.

I took in a deep breath before speaking. “Killian,” I began, to which he nodded eagerly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but,” I put my hands on his broad shoulder and pulled him close towards me. “I. Am. A. Boy,” I said, loud and clear so that he’d get the message. “How do you expect me to act as his mom when I’m a guy?!”

Killian wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me against him and biting his lower lip as he stared at mine.

“You’re thin, frail looking, and you’ve got a snatched waist,” he murmured in a husky voice, making me blush immediately. “Throw on a wig, put on some make-up and voilà, you’ll look just like a girl.”

His hands tightened, which caused my heart to throb, and I quickly pulled  away before he could do anything else. Apart from his naturally flirty attitude that was driving me mad, was he seriously asking me to crossdress?!

“I’ll be with you,” he reassured. “I’ll be acting as your lovely husbando!” Killian reached over and took my hand in his, our fingers intertwining. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth of his skin, and the size difference between his hand and mine was jarring – but it felt right. Something about the way our hands fitted felt right.

I didn’t pull away.

“You’re asking me to commit a crime,” I pressed. “Impersonating another person without consent is against federal law.”

“All we have to do is sign some papers and get him out of jail, easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Easy peasy lemon-

“Killian, are you out of your mind?” I whispered in disbelief, seriously concerned about his mental state.

“Yeah, maybe, kind of, sorta,” he chimed carefreely.

“This isn’t Y.O.L.O,” I interjected, hoping to bring him back to his senses, in the hypothesis that he had any in the first place. “This is “top ten ways to get us in jail!”

He gave my clammy hand a small squeeze, taking a step closer towards me.

“You’re overthinking,” he murmured. “I’ll be with you and I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you this time.”

I shifted my gaze to the side, focusing on the trashcan nearby, unable to look into his intimidating gaze. I knew that Killian was probably acting extra flirty only because he knew that I liked it and because he needed me to help break his friend out of jail, but I couldn’t say that he was being manipulative because the person who asked for the fourth dare was me. I was the one who wanted the bet to end.

“And then our bet is over?” I asked in a small voice.

He sounded slightly confused. “I still owe you one, but yeah, I guess.”

I pursed my lips, finally looking up to his pistachio eyes.

“Alright,” I finally agreed. “I’ll do it.”

I let out a loud groan, already regretting my choice. Killian came back with a handful of his mother’s makeup, spreading them across the floor. We both looked at the weirdly shaped objects with the same blank expression on our faces and I picked one up, narrowing my eyes.

“Channel,” I said, trying to read the label.

“I think it’s pronounced, sha-nnel (Chanel),” he chuckled dryly. I picked another one up.

“Dire,” I read.

“Um, that’s probabaly Dee-or (Dior),” he murmured. I then grabbed another, furrowing my brows in confusion. “Who’s Sephora?”

“Alright, you’re even more lost than I am,” he said, taking the makeup-out of my hands. “We’ll just have to ask uncle Google for help.”

Killian took his phone and started typing something in, pursing his lips side-to-side as he started to read an article. “So do you want to go for the cute, kawaii look? The natural, “I didn’t put makeup on” one? Or the sexy, smoky eye make-up look?”

I leaned over and saw some of the models and the different options and thought that the nude one would looked the least intimidating.

“The more natural one?” I asked and Killian grunted with a nod. “Wait, but do you know how to use any of these?”

“Nope,” he smiled proudly. “Not a single clue.”

“Don’t worry Jones, it’ll probably be like drawing,” he shrugged. “Here,” he said, handing me his phone. “Read out the instruction for me, will you?”

I sat down on the floor in front of him and read the first instruction. It took us a while to find out which was what, but we eventually found everything we needed. I wanted to talk to Killian while he applied my make-up, but his furrowed brows and his lips formed a firm line, and I was guessing that it was probably best if I didn’t. He always looked handsome, but my favorite expression on his face was when he was looked concentrated and focused on something.

While Killian continued to work on my face, being gentle and careful with the way he applied the products as if I were his new canvas, I spent the hour admiring his beautiful face.

He finally pulled away and looked at me with a surprised look on his face.

“Do I look weird?” I frowned.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured in awe. “Hold on, I’ll go grab a wig.”

As soon as he left the room, I tilted my head back and bit my lower lip, tasting the artificial flavor of the lip gloss he had applied and immediately stopped. I held back a groan, hugging my knees close to my throbbing chest as I scolded myself for feeling a way that I shouldn’t.

Killian came back and helped me put on the wig, adjusting it carefully. When he was done, he gave me a mirror and smiled proudly.

“What do you think?”

I stared at myself with wide eyes, hardly recognizing myself. The make-up wasn’t too heavy, but it just enough for give me more feminine features. The mascara, if that’s what you called it, extended my lashes and brought out my caramel-brown eyes, and the shades of the contour gave the illusion of a feminine portrait.

I really did look like a girl.

My eyes turned towards Killian who smiled at me happily.

“You did amazing,” I murmured.

“It’s like drawing and painting so it wasn’t too hard,” he chuckled. “Oh and here,” Killian handed  me some clothes. “They’re my mom’s, but she doesn’t really wear them anymore.”

I nodded and took them, but felt my cheeks blush as I remembered the last time I changed in front of him. “Can um, can I use the bathroom?”

“Yeah, of course,” he grunted. “It’s right down the hall.”

I thanked him and went to go change, slipping the black skinny jeans over my thin legs. The pants were a little big despite the fact that they were a size S, but it felt were tighter around the crotch and waist. I wasn’t used to it and had to shift my lower member a bit, but fortunately the blouse was long enough to hide the area.

Apart from the fact that my chest and butt was as flat as a board, I looked just like a girl, and a pretty one too. Excited to show Killian, I went back to his room but my eyes widened as soon as I opened the door.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw Killian’s bare torso. He reached into his closet and pulled over a sweater over his head, his muscles moving in perfect harmony as he did. Sad that I only got to see a glimpse, Killian turned around and noticed my presence.

“What do you think?” I asked shyly, stepping into the room.

He walked closer towards me and I was almost positive that he hadn’t even glanced towards the clothes that I was wearing. But a warm smile spread across his face as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Like I said, you look beautiful,” he murmured in a husky voice. “You always do.”

I could feel my heart beat at his cheesy compliment – every single pound in my chest. He probably said that to an endless amount of people, but to me, it was the first time that someone’s ever said that. And it spread a warm, tingling sensation inside my body that made it hard for me not to smile.
The great pounding, the great pressure; every beat. I couldn’t hear it, but I could feel it. And no matter how hard I begged my heart to stop racing so quickly, it didn’t work- it wouldn’t slow down.

I like you so much that I’m going crazy.

Killian took a step back, his brows furrowing and blinked. “What?”

And my lips slightly parted in shock, the blood from my face draining down my neck.