Your name is Feferi Peixes and you are so super excited to be moving in with your boyfriend. Today you both had decided to paint the room that you're going to be staying in-you get to pick the colour, of course. John and you had just been to the hardware store and chosen the most perfect shade of fuchsia you could find! (John thought the colour was kind of obnoxious, but that doesn't matter) While at the hardware store, you had picked up some paintbrushes and roller brushes to paint with.
Now you both stand in your new room, not saying a word to each other, as you are both concentrating really hard. The only noise in the room is the radio playing some song in the background. One wall was already finished painting, so you two were painting the next. Geez…This was boring. You want to ask John to take a break, but he looks so concentrated on painting.
You slowly move closer to John, dragging your paintbrush across the wall. Trying to look as innocent as possible, you casually trace a line up John's arm. He looks down at you from behind his glasses, blinking a few times. Gradually a grin spreads across his face, such a grin that you actually rethink doing that to him. But you don't have too much time to worry because; suddenly there is something wet running down your forehead, and you don't have to be a genius to know what it is. A smirk crosses your features. Oh it is on.
You dunk your paintbrush in the hot pink paint, and push it into his chest, leaving a big pink spot. Placing your hands on your hips, you challenge him silently. He leans down to his pot of paint, dunking his fingers into it, and spreading paint onto his cheeks like war paint. Giggling slightly you lean down to do the same thing. While painting your face, he takes the opportunity to streak paint up your back and neck. You shiver and slowly soak your brush, before whipping around and splattering the paint across his shoulders.
By now, the floor is slick with bright fuchsia paint. You are both having trouble walking. Thank goodness you remembered to cover the floor in a tarp before you began painting!
As you struggle over to John, trying not to slip and fall. A glint flashes in his eyes. He bends over, still grinning at you, and picks up his paint can. Your eyes widen, as you hastily pick up your own. Anticipating each other's movements, you both dump the paint from both cans on top of each other's heads.
You wipe the paint off your glasses, with one finger, giggling. When you see what he looks like, you start laughing even more. You watch as he attempts to wipe his own glasses off on his t-shirt, to no avail. His shirt, once blue, is now almost completely pink. The paint on his glasses smears, but he puts them on anyways, blinking at you. A smile breaks onto his face. He bursts out laughing. Extending an arm, he leans up against the wall, but the wet paint just makes him fall flat onto the floor. This just makes you both laugh harder. You laugh so hard that your knees go weak, collapsing beneath you.
You name is Feferi Peixes and you think you and your boyfriend are both done painting for today.
AN~im so sorry this is so short I just cant write as either Feferi or john ^.^;;