Disclaimer: Descendants is property of Disney Channel. I make no claim to own the characters, and have only written this only with love for Descendants and its characters. Thank you.

Evie smiled as she closed the door to her dorm room behind her. She dumped her backpack by her desk, and sighed as she pulled her heels off. Why do such beautiful shoes have to be so painful? Maybe she should start designing her own. No one made shoes that were comfortable and fashionable. It wasn't like Evie didn't know how to work with leather. But what to do about the soles? Evie looked at the clock as she removed her makeup. It was almost ten o' clock, and Mal was still out with Ben. Evie smiled at the thought. Since the cotillion, Ben had gotten into the habit of dragging Mal off to his meetings with him. Mal claimed to disdain the meetings, but she liked getting to spend the time with Ben, especially if they could catch a minute to themselves.

A knock at the door pulled Evie out of her thoughts. "Mal! It's unlocked. Did you forget your key again?" She turned towards the door, and heard Doug's voice.

"Uh, it's just me...May I come in?"

"Oh! Um.. One minute!" Evie turned to the mirror. "Poisoned apples!" She'd already taken off all of her makeup. She couldn't let Doug see her like this! She didn't let anyone see her like this. Mom would tell her she looked like a homely, hideous, and disappointing eyesore if she didn't do her makeup right, let alone if she wasn't wearing any! What could she do?

"Evie, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally fine." Doug could hear the nervous flutter in her voice. Something was definitely wrong.

"I'm coming in okay?"

"Um, yeah, yeah." Doug cautiously opened the door, seeing Evie with her back to him, hands up over her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he dropped a folder on her desk, going to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He noticed she was starting to hyperventilate, so he wrapped his arms around his waist to hold her. "It's okay. It's okay. Just breath in and out." Evie started to match his breathing. "That's it. Now why don't you tell me what happened, and we can go from there." Doug tried to turn her around to look at him, but she still hid her face with her hands. "It's okay," he hugged her again, and she let her hands drop from her face to hug him back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Oh, Evie," he hugged her tighter, "you have nothing to be sorry about." She pulled away, and looked down at the floor.

"I-I'm not wearing any makeup." She could feel her face reddening. Doug pulled her chin up to make her look at him. She had a few small freckles on her cheeks and nose, and he could see the circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. She's absolutely beautiful, he thought, but she needs to rest more often.

"Evie," he said, " you don't have to wear makeup for me." Her blush deepened, and she pulled away, putting her face in her palms again.

"I look like such a mess."

"Evie," Doug murmured, taking her in his arms again.

"Just don't look at me, okay?" She was starting to hyperventilate again, and tears ran down her face. "You p-probably don't want to be with me anymore. It's okay, you can leave. I'm just a -"

Doug couldn't hear what she said, but he didn't care. He forced her to look at him again, and used his thumb to wipe some of her tears from her cheek.

"Evie, of course I want to be with you. I would never, ever, leave you. You are so beautiful, even without your makeup. You're perfect, in every way. You're bold, and you're sweet, and you're smart. No one else talks and asks about science like you do, and you're creative. Who else runs their own dress company?" Evie almost smiled through the tears still falling from her eyes, but Doug wasn't done. "And your heart, Evie." He gripped her shoulders "You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. Every day I wonder how I was ever so lucky to meet a girl as amazing as you, how I could be so lucky to be your boyfriend,"

"Doug-" he put a finger to her lips.

"but I am. Evie, I love you, makeup or no makeup, and nothing could ever change that because you're you."

Evie searched his face for a hint that he might be lying, but Doug only smiled, and stroked her cheek again with his thumb.

"You- you don't care if I look like a mess?"

"Evie, you don't look like a mess, but I'd still love you if you did." He brightened his tone a little. "If you want to see a mess though, you should see my Uncle Sneezy's house during allergy season." Evie cracked a smile, so Doug kept going. "My poor Aunt Eileen has to live with him and my cousin Sean. His allergies are even worse!" Evie finally laughed, and Doug grinned. "I love that, too."

Evie laughed. "You love your cousins allergies?"

"No," Doug chuckled, "I love your laugh." Evie blushed.

"Oh."

Doug gestured to the folder he had dropped on her desk. "You left your English folder at the library, and I wanted to give it to you tonight, in case I don't see you before your class tomorrow morning." Evie's smile brightened.

"My knight in shining glasses," she chuckled.

Doug glanced at Evie's clock, "I should go, but I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her forehead, glad she wasn't wearing heels, and turned to leave. As he opened the door, Evie stopped him.

"Doug?"

"Yeah?" He turned back to see her smile.

"I love you," Doug smiled back.

"I love you, too, Princess," and he closed the door behind him.