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A collection of short one-shots centering around different characters and their antics in vehicles. If you have prompt suggestions, I'm always happy to hear them and see what I can do.

Characters: Stacy and Candace
Prompt: Applying makeup in a moving car

Where Not To Apply Makeup

Fingers tapping against the top of her steering wheel, Candace eyed the time on the radio display. It was reaching dangerously close to nine as she waited. She was tempted to lay on the horn to coax her best friend into hurrying it up, but restrained herself. Though she was sure Ginger was already on her way to school and Mrs. Hirano was probably at work, she didn't want to disturb the neighbours with the ugly blaring of her car's horn.

After another five minutes the front door of the Hirano residence was thrown open and the raven-haired girl hastily dashed outside. She locked the door hastily behind her and raced for the idling vehicle, climbing into the passenger's seat.

"Sorry," she gasped, fumbling with her seatbelt. "My alarm didn't go off."

Candace eyed her doubtfully. "It didn't go off or you didn't set it to begin with?"

"I set it! At least I think I did."

Shaking her head, Candace moved the gear to 'drive' and pulled out into the street. Stacy dumped her backpack by her feet and unzipped the front compartment. She removed a glittery dark blue makeup case and flipped down the visor so she could access the mirror.

"You're doing your makeup now?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't wake up in time to do it and we'll have to dash for class when we get to school." Stacy removed her foundation and started to dab it in intervals across her face. "Now's the perfect time."

"Try not to stab yourself in the eye. I'm driving and I can't afford to bust a gut."

"Very funny."

When she approached her turn, Candace flicked on her turn signal. She took the corner a little too fast, causing Stacy to slid across her seat and press up against the window. She scowled at the brown spot she left behind and glared into the mirror, where there was a streak of uneven foundation in the middle of her forehead.

"Candace!"

"Sorry!" she apologized. "I'm kind of in a hurry."

Huffing out a breath, Stacy grabbed a makeup wipe from her case and cleared off the foundation so she could start fresh. She managed to apply it with little trouble and moved on to her mascara. As she was swiping the wand over her lashes, Candace caught sight of a sprinting squirrel in her peripheral vision and slammed on the brakes.

Stacy let out a choking noise as the seatbelt cut into her stomach and her mascara jabbed into her eye. "Candace!" she snapped, punching her friend in the arm. "That hurt!"

"There was a squirrel!" she protested. She made the mistake of looking at Stacy, a glob of black across her right eye, which was red and watery. She let out a snort and hastily faced the road, cautiously stepping on the gas.

"And you were the one telling me not to poke my eye out," Stacy grumbled, gingerly rubbing at her eye with a tissue.

"It wasn't my fault!" insisted Candace, unable to rid herself of the grin. "You have to have a certain amount of coordination to apply makeup in the car and I don't think you have it."

"Okay, first, you are not one to talk about coordination," scoffed Stacy. "Second, I've applied makeup in the car before, with drivers who are not terrible."

"I'm not terrible. I'm just not very good."

Stacy rolled her eyes and started to correct the mascara mistake. Candace shifted her gaze from the road to the clock, brow furrowing as the time dwindled to single digits. There was about three minutes before class was to start by the time they reached the street their high school was on.

"We might just about make it," said Candace in relief.

Thu-dunk!

The car jolted harshly as they travelled a particularly nasty pothole and Candace bit her lip, not daring to look at her best friend. She pulled into the student parking lot, turned off the ignition and finally turned around.

Stacy glowered out the windshield, lipstick hung between her fingers. There was a slash of red across her lips. "Um…did it get on your teeth?"

She gave a sharp smile in response, revealing white with red splotches. Candace covered her mouth with her hands, shoulders shaking with laughter. "I'm glad you think it's so funny," drawled Stacy, unable to keep back her own smile as the final bell trilled in the morning air. "You get to explain to my mom why we got a detention for being late."

"…because you slept in and put us completely behind?" Candace let out a yelp as Stacy suddenly lunged forwards, using the lipstick to draw a line across her cheek. "Okay, I don't think I deserved that. You know this isn't my colour."