"Jill you can't carry 4 cans of paint, they're too heavy."
"Oh Yeah? Watch me," the slim girl grabbed four buckets, two in each hand and started walking towards her door, "See."
Nathan laughed and grabbed the other four lugging them into her home, "I have to say this is a lot of paint."
"Yeah I know four hundred dollars worth."
"Whoa! That's okay though right since your parents paid for it?"
"Umm actually I paid for it."
"Really?"
"Yeah I mean I had money so I used it."
"That's cool."
She nodded, "Listen I'm going to just go up and change into something more dirty to paint in okay?"
"Yeah okay."
"Are you wearing what you're wearing?"
"Yeah pretty much, well I'll just take off my shirt."
"Cool okay I'll be back," Jill ran up the stairs leaving Nathan in her living room.
Momentarily she came back down in a simple baby tee and jean shorts. Nathan stared at her. She was wearing raggedy clothes yet he found her look quite intriguing.
"Uhh Nate you ready?"
"Umm yeah."
"Good because you fazed out for a good three minutes, you okay?"
"Me? Yeah I'm cool, umm let's start painting."
Jill giggled, "Okay let's start on the living room."
The two decided to take on separate walls. It wasn't complicating since they were painting the room one colour as opposed to the other rooms they had yet to tackle. They chatted as they worked and Nathan even attempted to sing.
"Oh my goodness! That was the worst version of Maroon 5's She Will Be Loved."
"Hey it wasn't that bad."
"Nathan if there was an award show for the worst singer you'd win a freaking Oscar."
"Very funny let's hear you sing."
"Now if I did that then I'd steal your award from you," she giggled.
"Are you that bad?"
"Sweetie I'm so bad it hurts."
Nathan laughed, "Okay I'll take your word for it, I don't think I want to HEAR your word for it."
"Funny man aren't you? Don't forget your award now."
"Yeah can't forget about that."
"Umm Nathan?"
"Yeah?" As he painted the wall he wondered why her tone changed. It was more concerned. What was on her mind?
"You know what I haven't had in a long time well actually never had?"
"Umm what?"
"A paint fight," at that moment she was standing behind Nathan.
"Are you proposing a challenge?" Nathan turned around to find Jill before him, but before either could reply she took her roller and rolled it from his face and down to his chest. Nathan was striped in sandy beach beige.
"Oh it is so on," He bent down and grabbed a handful of paint from the paint palette and chucked it at Jill's shirt.
"Nathan my old shirt you bastard," She laughed and rolled paint over him once more.
The two ran around the living room splashing paint at one another. Good thing they lined the floor with plastic, if not there would've been a sandy beach floor as well.