The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 32: Masturbate

"I rather not." I scoffed.

His expression turned into a sad one and for a moment, I felt bad I might have hurt his feelings.

"I'm not very good at it." I said softly.

"Don't worry. It can be messy." He explained as he went towards a few cans of paint. "I have brushes, balloons. You can even use your hands."

"Balloons?" That spiked my interest.

Nico smiled, excited that I found something I'd like. "Yeah. You can paint whatever you want, there are no rules. All this space is yours."

"What about you?"

"I'll paint with you."

I stared at all the cans and the white canvas not really knowing what to do. Nico looked at me with a gentle smile. "Want me to go first?"

I nodded.

He proceeded to take a brush and open the red paint. He dipped it in and walked over to the canvas, drawing a curved line. "See?" He glanced at me. "Wanna try the balloons?"

That was when the real fun began. We filled the balloons with paint of different colors and we threw them until they exploded against the wall. It was so beautiful and at the same time chaotic to see the canvas transform into an explosion of color. I wrote mine and Nico's name with my fingers, since I wasn't very good with brushes and Nico wrote down the date.

Nico was painting what looked like a tree with leaves of different colors when he stared at what I was doing with my hands. "What's that?"

"That's you." I smiled.

He laughed. "I look beautiful."

I knew he was joking, it looked just like the drawing of a three year old but I liked that he didn't mention it and just went with it.

Nico approached me, brush in hand. "So, I was thinking..." he did as if he had stumbled and painted my cheek with blue paint. "Oops. I'm sorry."

I gasped and as a reflex act, I brought my hand forward and imprinted my hand on his shirt by his chest with black paint. I was trying to paint his hair before.

"So it's like that, is it?" I laughed when he walked over to the cans and sank his right hand in one of them.

"Nico, no! Stop!" I ran when he walked over to me. He still couldn't run but the space was limited for me to run and there was nothing I could use to hide. He managed to catch me in a corner, as I tried to escape and painted my back.

We fought, we persecuted one another, I painted his face and arms and he painted my hair. I thought it would affect me more than it did, but I was having so much fun.

I had never seen him laughing so hard. He stopped abruptly when I grabbed a balloon. "Cara, you know I love you, right?" He asked softly, raising his hands in defense.

I stopped what I was doing. He said he loved me. Was he for real? Did he mean it?

I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't see him approach me. "Ha, ha!" He threw me to the floor and laughed, painting my nose as he pinned my hands to the floor above my head with his other hand. After that he started tickling me and I couldn't contain my laughter. "What were you trying to do, uh? Smart ass?"

"Nico, stop! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I laughed, kicking my feet against the floor so he would get off of me. He stopped, a low chuckle coming out of his lips. He straddled me as he sat on my lap, his face suddenly really close when I opened my eyes.