AN: Love me some Nazz.

Blue Man Group

By: anybodihearme

Originally Uploaded: Monday, November 21, 2016

"My face!" I shriek into the oversized mirror, eyes going wide and heart stopping. "I can't believe it… my face… it's blue…" I trail off, reaching up to touch it before Nazz's slender hand comes down on mine, smacking it hard.

"Don't touch it! It's still wet douche canoe!" Nazz screams at me. I swear she was just on the other side of the room. How did she move so fast? Her legs aren't that long and I'm a good fifteen steps from where she was. Whatever, it doesn't matter. What matters is that my entire face is blue. Looking over my shoulder, I glare knives at her before she smacks me again but this time on the shoulder. "Stop making that ugly face! You'll make it crack!" She growls at me.

"My face is blue!" I yell at her, pointing at my face for emphasis.

"No shit Sherlock!" She pinches me. "Now stop making those ugly faces before your ruin the mask!"

"I can give two shits about this stupid ass mask! My face is blue!" I scowl at her. I can't believe I let her talk me into this stupid shit. 'Oh, Kevin let's do a facial! It'll cleanse your skin and your soul,' my ass! Who in their right mind would let themselves get talked into doing something like this? Oh wait, that's right, my stupid ass. "My face is going to be blue when I take it off!" I pinch her back, making her smack me before a goofy grin plasteres itself across her face.

"You look so ugly," she snots, falling back onto her pink bed in a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny!"

"You look like a member of the blue man group!" She barks, holding her stomach. Underneath the mask, my face heats up to an unimaginable degree and I wouldn't be surprised if the mask turns purple. Closing my eyes before my anger takes over, I take a deep breath in through my nose and out of my mouth. I hate her so much but at the same time she is the only true friend I have and the little sister I've always wanted. I will not let this ruin our friendship.

I can get through this. I owe her one. I will get through this. I can do this.

The sound of a camera shutter fills my ears as a white flash lights up in front of my eyelids.

Stupid-blonde-haired-pixie-punk-rocker-wanna-be-confused-ass-hipster.

Opening my eyes, I see Nazz smiling sheepishly behind an old polaroid she bought at a pawn shop a couple of weeks ago, waving the printout in her hand. Without thinking, I lunge for the picture but she's too fast for me and I just grab the blankets instead of her small frame. Dancing across the room, Nazz waves the printout in her hand, laughing under her breath. Lunging for her again, I miss as she does a quick twirl and dances towards her cork board, pinning the printout along with the ten thousand other embarrassing ones of me.

No matter how many times I rip them down they always seem to magically pop right back up the next day but this one is too embarrassing to remain in existence.

"Nazz…" I whine, making her hum under her breath as she looks at her wonderful collection. "Please," I begin but obviously it doesn't have any affect on her as she just bobs her head to the music that I've forgotten was playing in the background. Fisting my hair, I kick her stupid pink beanbag. "I'll do anything," I offer. That seems to get attention as her head stops bobbing to the music and she looks at me deviously.

"Anything," she repeats, cocking an eyebrow.

"Anything," I nod. Walking slowly across the room, Nazz stops in front of me, circling one of her hands around my neck and waving the other one in the air just before placing it on my chest and smiling like the devil she is.

"Tell me about your boy crush on Double D and you can have it."