UnOrdinary Onshots

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆- 『𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘』

Arlo really couldn't say no to John.

He really couldn't.

And now he was sitting in his boyfriends apartment in downtown Wellston, painting some fill in picture scroll thing in his bedroom floor. John seemed to be having the time of his life, which Arlo liked seeing.

It was past ten pm and they had school in the morning. John had taken out all the junk food he owned. Fried chicken, fries, donuts, candy, cheesecake, burgers, drinks, while Arlo brought healthier food with him, knowing Johns eating habits. Freshly made salads, sandwitches, smoothies, all the things John liked, but would never make for himself, claiming "It only tastes good when you make it."

Of course, Arlo didn't buy into that nonsense, and knew John just liked his cooking point blank period.

"Where's the mothafuckin' B12?" John hissed, wiping paint off the brush onto his shorts.

"Jesus stop cursing," the blonde chided before dipping his own brush in water and wiping it off, putting it stem side down into a cup before looking over in Johns direction. "The B what?"

The ravens lips were curled into a pout, his nose was scrunched and his eyebrows furrowed.

"The B12," John groaned. "I need it for the water and I started using it already when I started this the other day, I put down in the box and now i can't find it!"

Arlo took a look at Johns painting.

The both of them were doing two different pieces of art.

Arlo had a skyline, dotted with peaks of moutains, with the sky fading from blue, to orange to a peach pink.

On the other hand, John had a castle in the middle ground of the canvas, a river flowing in front of it inside a forest.

Arlo was following the numbers given, while John was free handing it, which was actually going well.

He looked back and fourth between his and Johns painting.

"I think I have a B12 in my set," he said, searching through his respective paint box, looking for a B12.

He handed John the B12 that he had, and when John gave it a try, he found it was too pale.

"Well shit," John muttered, giving Arlo back him paint.

"Stop cursing," Arlo said once more, pinching John cheek, making him hiss.

"Bitch I curse when I want!" John snapped, rubbing his left cheek.

"Its rude and inappropriate John," Arlo added, sqeezing some Cotton White A9 onto his pallet. "Do you curse in front your father like that?"

"Like duh!" John smiled proudly, washing off his 18 brush with water and wiping it off on his shirt. "All the time! He curses with me!"

The blonde sighed and ruffled John hair.
"Your something else, you know that?"

"Something good?"

"Something great."

Arlo kissed his forehead and went back to his painting.

John picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

Arlo could hear the conversation.

{"Hey John, what's up?"}

It sounded like Seraphina.

"Seraphina Chambers you musty, rusty, dusty, crusty dumb whore I know you took my B12 the last time you were here!"

Arlo heard a gasp on the other line.