AN: So sorry I'm being so slow right now, but it's finally done.

Chapter 24

Perfect Accident

I fell for you
you caught me with my guard down
but I felt safe and sound right there with you
and my heart was wide open
and as I crashed into you I learnt that
some signs are made, while some are sent to me
you're just a perfect accident
could not have planned or understand
but you were just the perfect accident
walking under ladders
it doesn't really matter anymore
with all the luck in this world
I finally found what I've been looking for
and now my eyes are wide open
when I'm looking at you I know that

Some signs are made, while some are sent to me
you're just a perfect accident
could not have planned or understand
but you were just the perfect accident

Josh opened the door to the single he was now forced to live in. It was disastrous; everything was half-hazardly set up around the cramped room. It was painfully obvious it hadn't been set up by Josh.

"Ugh. Before we get started, I think I should clean up a little." Josh said

Whatever we were doing obviously involved some floor space. I began picking up some of the boxes and stacking them with the ones Josh was moving.

"Reed, I'm fine, just relax. I didn't bring you up here to help me clean."

"It's fine Josh, I don't mind. Besides the sooner we get this place cleaned up, the sooner we can get to whatever you had planned."

"This is fine we just needed a little bit more space. Now where did they put those…"Josh mumbled to as he began searching through boxes "They better've let me keep those… Aha! There they are!" Josh pulled out a small box of paints and brushes. He expected me to paint? I'm no artist, definitely nowhere near as good as Josh. I looked at him, with his outstretched arm with paintbrush in hand. I reluctantly grabbed the brush out of his hand. Even if this didn't help me, it would help Josh and at this point that's much more important. Josh placed his iPod on the dock and hit play. Putting a glob of paint on his brush, very unlike every other time I had seen him paint, he turned toward the canvas sitting a cross the room. Josh took three steps forward and flung the paint at the canvas.

He turned toward me, "Come on Reed, give it a try. Humor me."

I sighed internally and stepped forward. The paint went flying, just not in the direction I'd intended. It ended up hitting Josh's now shocked and openmouthed face. Josh, of course didn't believe my attempts to convince him that it was an accident.

"Regardless Reed," he told me, "I have to get even."

This started an all out war. Paint of different colours was constantly flying.

We were nearly out of paint. Josh had me cornered, and the walls, and us, were coated in multiple colours and mixtures of paint.

I laughed a nervous laugh. "Okay Josh, I think you got even. You don't really want to do that."

"Oh I think I do." Josh replied coolly.

He left me no choice. I had enough paint on me. I resorted to leaning in and kissing him, catching him off guard. I knew it worked when the paint brush with the paint on it, clattered to the floor at our feet.

AN: Okay, this one is short, but I'll try to get the next one, which is in Josh's POV, up tomorrow, it is also very short, but I don't have much time on my hands.