I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling above me, and I will dare to say that I'm glaring at it; before my uncle left yesterday he decided to talk some more with me. It was still the same shit from earlier so I hadn't bothered to listen to him. I roll over to my side as my glare fades away from my face, a small pout taking its place.

I sigh.

It's still a few days until school starts, so I don't have much more to do than walk around here. I won't be too bored though; Deidara will be working here for at least another two days, but I will have to figure out something to do while he is working.

Maybe I could help?

Smiling lightly at the thought of that, I get up and over to the closet. My room isn't big; it's a small square, my bed is standing in the corner farthest away from the door while the closet stands up against the wall opposite from the bed. On the right side of the bed is a window, and on the left stands a nightstand table. My desk stands right opposite from the window and a chair is proudly standing in front of it.

It's not much more in here, but that's because this isn't the room I'm supposed to be sleeping in; Deidara is painting that one.

I open the doors to the closet and scan through the shelves for a few seconds. After a minute or so I take out a loose, black shirt with three white stripes crossing the chest horizontally. Then I pull out a pair of light blue, flexible jeans (I can't handle those that stops your movement).

I pull the shirt over my head and the jeans up, over my hipbones before I head for the door. I open and pull it towards myself just in time to see Deidara walk by with paint and a few brushes in his arms. He doesn't notice me, but I can talk to him later; I haven't seen my room yet anyway, so if my grandmother don't want me to see him I'll just say I want to see how my room looks.

She can't deny me access to my own room.

But I don't think she will deny me from seeing Deidara; she didn't look like she minded that I like him. Or about the sex information she got, which is a bit weird in my mind, but then again, my grandmother has always been weird.

I walk in the opposite direction of Deidara and into the kitchen where I find my grandmother by the table, drinking coffee and reading today's newspaper; Deidara must have taken it with him.

I sit down on the chair in front of her and she smiles at me.

"Deidara is upstairs" she informs and I nod in reply, smiling lightly in return.

"I'm going to eat first"

"There's no eggs" she says and grins tiredly.

I let out a breath and get back to my feet. It's so typical of my grandmother not to have any eggs when I'm around. I actually start to think she's doing this on purpose.

- - - - - - - -

The first thing that hits me when I open the door to my real bedroom is the smell of paint. I briefly wonder how Deidara can stand this.

I step into the room and look around, finding the colour of choice very pretty; it is some shade of blue I have never seen.

"You like, yeah?"

I turn my head to him and nod. He smiles.

"Good, yeah" he takes a look around the room himself, "I was hoping you would like it".

He walks over and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to himself. In return I lean against him and close my eyes, enjoying the contact to the fullest.

"How did your uncle say after I left, yeah?"

"He just told me he didn't like you"

"That's it, yeah?"

I nod.

"Hmn… that's weird" Deidara muses seriously, "because either you're not telling me everything, or your grandmother lied to me earlier, yeah"

This time I tense.

"Which one is it darling?"

I keep silent, but it seems to answer his question and I feel his arm tighten around me, the unoccupied one coming around the top of my back. Then he brings me into a hug.

"Don't keep things like these from me again, yeah"

I nod again, but mostly because he has an almost angry tone. I'm not sure if the anger is directed towards me or my uncle, but he's hugging me so I think it doesn't really matter if it is me.

We stand like this for a while, Deidara holding me to his chest and I leaning against him, letting him keep me from falling; I'm not heavy, so I doubt he's very bothered by it. After all, if he wasn't pushing me up or anything, just letting me lean against him.

"What are you doing in here anyway, yeah?" he asks and looks down at me. I lift my head and stare back up at him.

"Wanted to see if you needed any help"

He smiles at me and pulls away, walking over to the windowsill a second later. Deidara comes back to me with a paintbrush. I take it and study the small strands for a minute; they're thick and brownish, almost black. It isn't a big brush though and I easily see it's used in corners.

"Where can I paint?"

"Those two corners, yeah" he replies and points to the two mentioned corners. I nod and take a small box of the blue paint with me before I move towards the first corner.

- - - - - - - -

I pull away from the last corner and study my work. After a second I find myself satisfied with the result and turn to look at Deidara. He's looking at me, smiling and I walk over to him.

He pulls me against his body and I shudder at the touch. I reach p with my arms and wrap them around his neck as his goes around my waist. He leans down and I stand on my toes, our lips meet and my eyes fall shut.

It's a gentle kiss; nether of us are trying to deepen it just yet and I find myself slightly happy because of that (just feeling him against me is enough right now).

I relax into the kiss and shudder lightly as he makes another move. I feel my bottom lip between his and shudder again. One of his hands moves from around my hip and up towards my shoulder blades and neck slowly, almost teasingly.

It feels good.

Deidara pulls away from me slightly and grins. I open my eyes and smile lightly at him in return before I let my heels meet the floor again and my head comes in the height of his collarbone. I place my forehead there and take a deep breath, smelling the paint reek off his clothes. The paint smell probably lies in his hair as well.

"Shower?" I suggest and he chuckles.

"That'd be great darling, yeah"