"How did I get roped into helping you paint your room Joy," Mick asked as Joy lead him upstairs to her room. "
Because you live close and everyone else is busy," she said quickly regretting it, she practically just said he was her last choice.
"By that I mean you were the only one who could come," she said trying to recover from what she had just said.
"Well I'm happy to help," he smiled as they reached her room.
"We're painting my room yellow."
"Why yellow?"
"It's the color of joy, get it?"
"I do get it," he laughed once the thought actually registered in his mind. Joy opened the can of paint and handed him a roller. She poured a little paint into the pan. The didn't talk that much well painting just listened to the music pour in from the speakers across the room. They finished one wall with barely any words spoken. One particular song caught both the pairs attention as the notes played through the speakers.
"We're listening to yellow, well painting your walls yellow," Mick said nervously.
"It is kinda funny isn't it," she said, putting her roller down on the tray. She looked Mick over. He had paint splatters on his shirt. She then glanced at herself she had remained clean.
"You have a little something all over your shirt," she teased.
"That I do," he sighed.
It was then when inspiration struck. He stared at the roller which still had paint on it and stepped closer to Joy. He took a swipe at the paint roller and stepped even closer.
"What are you doing," she asked suddenly noticing the mischievous look in his eyes.
"Only this," he smiled wiping the paint on her nose.
"I'm going to get you MICK CAMPBELL," she said suddenly grabbing for her roller.
"What are you planning on doing Joy?" "
This," she smirked running the roller on his shirt.
The both knew it was game on. Paint was being splattered. He went to take a swipe at her cheek when she fell backwards suddenly. Not having time to stop himself he landed on top of her. The roller he had been falling dropped down next to him. Neither knew if they were caught in the moment or anything else. But his lips found hers locking them in a soft sweet kiss. Once the pair broke apart, a blush crept across Joy's face quickly.
"I'm sorry about your shirt," she smiled.
"It's fine, it's totally fine," he smiled standing up once he was standing he reached a hand down to help her up, when they were both standing. She gave him the once over, his once paint free face now had paint on it, she bet it was from their kiss. She then looked down at her shirt. It had only a few splatters before but now had a blob from when he landed on her.
"Yellow looks good on you," he stammered out, the pair was now walking outside. They had finished painting, had eaten dinner with her parents, and were now going to get ice cream.
"Does it," she asked nervously. They were both covered in paint still. She noticed the way their hands kept bumping as they walked, she also noticed the want she had to take his hand in hers. She didn't know what to say, she felt a hand grabbing hers and smiled. They walked hand in hand in silence. They eventually got to the ice cream shop. They ordered, got their ice cream and sat down at a table outside.
"You know, yellow might look good on me, but brown might look good on you," she smiled taking a swipe of her chocolate ice cream and placing it on his nose.
"I think I agree with you," he laughed and smiled. Neither realized the true symbolicness of that. The brown ice cream on his nose for her brown hair, and the yellow paint on her for the yellow of his hair. Neither realized that day was the start of a happy relationship.
