Lip Gloss
Speed was bored.
Lash was bored.
They were both bored out of their trees, and Penny and Gwen seemed not to notice as they chirped and gossiped, apparently finding the “homecoming committee meeting” the most amusing thing in the world.
“Shoot me?” Speed muttered, rolling his head heavily on his shoulders to peer beseechingly at Lash.
“But if I shoot you, who’s going to shoot me?” Lash murmured back, rolling his eyes. “God, I am so bored...”
“Hey,” Speed muttered, a little light of mischievousness sparking in his eyes. “Think we can sneak upstairs?”
Lash turned to survey the stairs, then the small living room. Stretching his neck out, he peered into Mr. Greyson’s office, noting that the former sidekick was sleeping at his desk. Pulling his head back to where it was supposed to be, he nodded.
Grinning, Speed and Lash snuck out of the living room, then upstairs, and into Gwen’s bedroom.
“What are we doing, then?” Lash asked, eager for some kind of distraction and mayhem.
“We are going to mock those stupid chicks with a dose of their own medicine.”
Lash blinked. “Okay, and how are we supposed to do that?”
Speed threw open Gwen’s closet, grinning. “Find something pink. You can be Gwen. I’ll be Penny. You think she’s got anything orange in here?”
Lash could only gape at him. “We’re going to cross-dress?”
“Yeppers,” Speed grinned, reaching into the closet and tugging out a couple outfits. “So. Fun?”
Penny froze suddenly, jaws dropping.
“What?” Gwen asked, slowly turning to see what her friend(s) was/were looking at.
And found the scariest thing she’s ever thought she’d see in her life.
Lash had his short dark hair brushed so that it looked a little longer, and wore Gwen’s favourite pink skirt and pink sweater vest over white dress shirt combination. He had evidently stuffed the front of his shirt, too, cause he had a pretty ample chest going on, and he even wore her favourite pink eyeliner and shadows. He looked nervous, but at the same time, inordinately pleased with himself.
Speed, meanwhile, wore a slightly hideous orange tracksuit that Gwen vaguely recalled having been a gift from Penny a few years back. He wasn’t wearing his baseball hat for once, and instead had what looked like a mop head on his head, the dirty strands gathered into pigtails, and he was grinning. He had obviously been the orchestrator of this one.
“What the hell are you doing?” she gasped, horrified.
“Oh, Gwen,” Speed simpered, kicking his voice a few dozen octaves too high. “Don’t you just love talking about useless things all day and driving other people insane?”
Lash giggled, then in falsetto himself, answered, “Oh, of course, Penny darling. It’s my favourite thing in the whole world!”
Penny and Gwen could only gape, open-mouthed at them.
“In the whole world, Gwen?” Speed asked, batting his eyelashes. “Don’t you love me more than that? I mean, there’s just so much of me to love!”
Lash snorted, trying and failing to keep his laughter in. “Oh, Penny, darling, of course I love you more than that!”
Speed puckered his lips, eyes dancing. “Oh, darling, kiss me you fool!”
Nearly tripping over his own feet laughing, Lash leaned over and dropped a fast, chaste kiss on Speed’s cheek, then stuck his tongue out, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn, Speed!” he dropped the falsetto. “That concealer shit tastes like ass!”
“The lip gloss tastes a lot better,” Speed grinned, zipping to his friend’s side, grabbing his face, and before Lash could protest, dropped a heavy, serious kiss on Lash’s open mouth, even utilizing his fiend’s shock to explore the inside of his mouth, too. Pulling back, he grinned. “See?”
“You perverts!” Penny roared, grabbing at the bowl of fake fruit on the table, and chucking random pieces of plastic food at them. “I do not act like that!”
“Yeah!” Gwen protested, though a little weaker. She was just stunned over how much better Lash looked in her skirt than she did.
Speed laughed, ducking when a plastic lemon bounced off his head. Catching it, she wiggled it (and his ass) in her direction.
“Sister, when life gives you lemons, stick ‘em in your bra to make your boobs bigger!”
Lash wrinkled his nose, snickering, then lowered his head to whisper in Speed’s ear. “What flavour was that?”
Speed smirked. “Lemon. You like?”
Lash nodded, slowly. “Actually, yeah.”
The larger boy grinned. “Want another taste?”
The corner of Lash’s pink painted lip quirked upwards. “So long as it’s on you.”
Go back to Sky High.