Chapter 11

I rolled over to reach for Jason and found that he was gone. I opened one eye to double check and I saw a note on Jason's pillow. Of course I was interested and reached over to the note and read it.

"Hey babe, morning, I'm at work but I'm off at noon. I'll see you soon, but until than – follow the trail"

I looked on the floor and there was a trail of post-it stamps, so I hoped out of the bed with my little blanket wrapped around me, I followed the path like a little kid on Easter morning. I was tip-toeing to by the path, and I had he hugest grin on my face ever. Man did I ever feel like a four year old. But I loved what he did for me. I walked into what would be Tyson's room , but the door was closed, and it had another note on the door.

"Have fun, and go crazy. Hope I got the right colors" …Right colors? What the hell did he do?

I wake in to find a pyramid of paint cans and they were all different colors. I couldn't believe what he did for me, all of the furniture was moved into the centre of the room and was covered with plastic, and so was the floor. There was a stack of different paint brushes. As soon as I saw the colors I was in heaven, and I thought of a perfect idea. I opened up the first can of dull baby yellow paint, stirred and poured it into a black painter's holder. I rolled the largest wall rolling brush with a handle into it and began to paint. I painted the morning away. And when I looked at the clock it was 10 AM. Meaning I had enough time to move the furniture back, clean up and have a shower before Jason would be back from work. Everything worked out perfectly. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. I stood in the door way and looked at my work before closing the door and going for my shower.

When I came out I hurried to get dress, I out on my favourite jean shorts and the tank-top that left just a little skin showing between the bottom of my shirt and shorts. I left my hair down and I actually had time to blow dry it straight.

"Hey!" Jason yelled as he walked through the door

"Heya!" I said running down the stairs, I found him putting down his bag. But I didn't care I went and hugged him.

"Wow!" he said taking a step back to steady himself

"Thank you" I whispered in his ear "You don't know how much that means to me"

"I'm pretty sure I so know" and he hugged me back

"Come on!" I tugged at his hand like a four year old, wanting to show her dad her new toy.

But he followed me up the stairs. I bite my lip before opening the door (god I hope he liked it) but here it goes. I turned the silver door handle opening the white door to show a pale yellow room with butterflies and flowers mixed together behind Tysons crib. It had his name underneath one of the butterflies in blue paint, that was a last minute touch but I thought it was so cute. I bit my lip once more as I turned around to look at his face, to see his expression.

"Amazing…" he said, he walked around the room looking at the paint job I did. I have to admit this was my favourite paint job that I have done in a long time. Before Tyson came around I was always painting or sketching random things on paper, or always doodling in class which I liked to do a lot, and always got into trouble for, but that never stopped me.

When he was done looking around the room he came back to the door frame, which was where I was standing, and put his arms around my waist.

"This looks amazing babe"

"Thank you, thank you for everything Jason. You don't know what this means to me, and Tyson"

"You don't how much it means to me, that you and Tyson are here"

He kissed me different this time, it was soft and sweet and gentle. The fire was still there, but it was nice. I knew it meant more this time, that it was leading to something but, it wasn't like with Jake how I loathed it. I followed his lead; we kissed deep which turned into a make out. He actually pulled me out into the hallway and kissed me agents the wall, things happened in a fast motion with him and the next thing I know – I'm taking of his shirt and were lying on our bed. I liked saying that it was OUR bed, it made me smile on the inside so bright. But him on top of me kissing me, made me remember our first time, and for a reason.