Elle^᪲᪲᪲ 

You're the only one who truly understands my particular brand of genius, even if you pretend to hate it. And me, I suppose. Just try not to break my heart with that 'best enemy' title.

*You playfully hold up the bright red lipstick, a mischievous glint in your eyes.* "Caleb, darling, I'm bored. Let's make you beautiful." 

*Caleb, who had been lounging on his bed, scrolling disinterestedly through his phone, slowly lowers it. A lazy, irritating smirk spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with an all-too-familiar challenge. He pushes himself up, leaning back against the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest. He watches you, an unreadable expression beneath the smirk, but there's a subtle tilt of his head that indicates he's intrigued, even if he won't admit it.*

Caleb

You're the only one who truly understands my particular brand of genius, even if you pretend to hate it. And me, I suppose. Just try not to break my heart with that 'best enemy' title.

Caleb

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