surprises

➢ surprise thirty-one

authors note: eggggghhhh HERE IT IS YAY, thanks if you're still actually reading and putting up with my lack of updates <3 enjoy! and i actually have no idea what i have just written but anyway, hope you like it x

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     “Over there.”

     “Don’t forget there.”

     “There’s a tiny spot there.”

     “Right in the corner.”

     “Shut up, it’s painted.”

     I stepped back from the shed and admired our handiwork. In the span of about five hours, we’d managed to paint the entire perimeter of the rusty building. The boys had the nerve to get me up onto the roof (something that i was extremely not keen to do) and paint it grey, which meant lugging a four kilo tin of paint around a roof with shoes on that had no grip.

     During that time, we’d managed to coat ourselves in a layer of paint, and looked like we had decided to take a bath in the damn stuff. At least Lachie remembered to give us some painting clothes after I’d taken it upon myself to paint the whole of Masons arms a very appealing shade of blue-grey, when he thought it would be funny to try and turn everything I said into a sexual innuendo. cafe

     “What’s the time?” Mason asked.

     I walked over to the bench where my phone was and checked the time, before turning back to him, “It’s around three, and i haven’t eaten since this morning.” I added, pulling off the paint covered coat-thing and leaving it on a railing.

    As i was making my way back up to the house, Mason caught up to me, swinging an arm around my shoulder. “You’re coming out with me tonight.” He smiled, and withdrew his arm before i could reply, jogging up to the house.

    I stopped walking and stood there, gaping like a fish as I watched his retreating back disappear into the house. 

     “What’s up? I thought you were hungry.” Lachie laughed, his brown hair falling in front of his face. 

     “I am.” I mumbled, resting my head on his shoulder as we made our way to the back door. Once we made it inside, the refreshing cool air fanned my face as I plopped into a stool and rested my arms on the bench, smiling as Lachie pulled some pasta out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. 

     We sat in a comfortable silence with the soft hum of the microwave in the background. I fiddled with my fingers, half expecting Lachie to bring up the kiss, however he never did. It was if we had some silent agreement that whatever happened didn’t need to be discussed. It was just what happened, and I’m glad. 

     The only thing that was now playing on my mind was the fact that I had now locked lips with two of the Miller brothers. I know they were two incredibly different circumstances, but still. Was that necessarily a bad thing? I really hope I’m not slutting it up without realising it.  

     The beeping of the microwave stirred me from my not very constructive thoughts, and I grabbed two forks out of the drawer, placing one out for Lachie as he placed the bowl in between us and dug into what would be called a very, very late lunch. “Okay, you were definitely hungry,” He chuckles, placing his fork in the sink as I finish off the pasta, shamelessly shoving it in my mouth.

     “Shut up,” I mutter, sending him a look. “I like food.”

      “You like me.”

      “That’s kinda true.”

     He laughs and ducks his head down, but I don’t miss the small smile that played on his lips as he passed me, going down the hallway until his footsteps were out of earshot. I sat there grinning like a fool, until Rider and Carter came in and told me what an idiot I look like.