"Do you have any siblings?" Sam asked me as we walked out of the house and onto the quiet street.
"Yeah, just one. I have an older brother called Michael. He lives in central Paris." I replied.
"That's cool. Your house must have been quiet growing up. I have 3 siblings who are all musically inclined. You probably remember." Sam added and laughed a little.
"I remember your brother who used to work at the market, that's all. I thought he was your only sibling. I thought it weird how some days he would be kinda quiet and some days he would be loud. It was like he was two different people." I said.
Sam started laughing.
"He was two people. My brother jake. They're identical twins." He said through laughter.
"What? No way. So is the twin in the band? Is that the brothers you were referring to sharing a hotel room with?" I asked fast, shocked.
"Yes. Now I hope you see why I wanted to avoid that at all costs." Sam smirked.
"I do see that now. Who's the other sibling then?" I laughed and then phrased my question.
"My older sister Ronnie. She's cool but she's not too interested in the band." Sam stated.
"So you're the baby?" I asked, trying not to tease because I knew I was too.
"Just like you." Sam added in the same tone.
A bus later, we ended up at the nearest hardware store. Sam pushed the cart and I followed him to the wall of paint samples and build your own buckets.
He seemed uninterested at first but once I stared at him despairing, his poker face dropped and he turned into his passionate decorator mode. Immediately scanning the wall and picking out samples I can narrow down to one color.
He eventually held about ten samples of different colors. All giving off a different vibe from each other. My eyes were set on this beautiful orangey peach color.
"See the greens are good if you want some sort of nature themed room. Living in London probably isn't as naturistic as Michigan so you might wanna get back to home. Although these pink colors work really well with plants. So either way I guess you're turning your room into somewhat of a forest. If that's what you were going for anyway." Sam explained passionately. I made sure I took in every word.
"I do have a lot of plants." I said smiling, I picked up the peachy sample from his hand and looked at it one more time.
"What do you think?" I added.
"I think it's absolutely perfect." Sam answered.
Somewhat impulsively, I decided to get two cans of the peachy color my eyes were set on from the get go. I found it immensely summery and perfect compared to the dark green leaves on all of my house plants.
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When in London.
Hayran Kurguword count: 35,000+ slow burn. Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen. Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" Kiszka a...