As I entered the room, two twin beads following my face, with a sharp distinct lack of mercy in them. As I sat down in my chair, a silence hushed the room with the force of waves in the ocean. I couldn't bear to look directly, so my eyes pointed downwards towards my knees, though I could feel the black beads boring into me.
At least, speech.
"You've been thinking about other chins!" Frenchie screamed at me, chin quivering, as the force of the yell made tears well up in my eyes.
"No, honestly, your chin is the one for me!" I cry out, though my eyes deceive me, practically replay the events from the night before, with the chin at the party, for Frenchie to see. I suddenly point my eyes downward back to my knees, but it's too late.
The silence came again, even worse than the angry shouting, and soon blots of tears met with the fabric in my jeans, two twin dots reminding me of the twin eyes that could see so clearly the deception and lies that hid within me.
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Do you have a very expressive face? For example, would one be able to tell clearly what you are feeling or thinking? For me, I'd say that my face is very expressive, even when I try for it not to be. ;__;