Paintbrush brushed their hair, nice and smooth. It's not like they obsess over their hair. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.
They put their goggles on their head and slap their cheeks. Who knew getting ready for a crackheads hangout would be this hard?
Their car keys jingled like a bell (more specifically, the cafe bell) in their hands as they picked it up. They checked their phone again and saw a few messages from Marshmallow.
gravitylesbian: paintbrush. can you pick us all up lol?
'The audacity this woman has...' Paintbrush thought. Their fingers quickly typed out a reply.
angryasshole: wtf dont you guys have a car or some shit??
gravitylesbian: no
angryasshole: fine fine coming where u?
gravitylesbian: outside of the cafe u work at
After reading the last message, they turned off their phone and shoved it in their pocket. They locked their apartment door and went downstairs to their car.
~~~
They arrived at the cafe and saw Marshmallow with the annoying girl, the clingy one, the nerd, and the geek. They sighed. This is gonna be a long day, isn't it?
They unlocked their doors and rolled down their window. "Hey. Hop in, you hitchhikers."
Lightbulb was the first one to hop in, opening the passenger seat and sitting down. She gave Paintbrush a smug smile, who gave her a glare in return.
The others sat in the backseats, which was kinda of claustrophobic due to only being a three seater. Paintbrush began to drive, playing Spotify on their phone.
"Soooo.. to start, what are all your names and ages? I only know Marsh." Paintbrush asked, breaking the relative silence.
"Age? Is that so you don't end up like Drake?" Lightbulb chirped up. This made Paintbrush's grip on the wheel tighten.
Marshmallow hit her on the back of her head, which Paintbrush nodded at as a thanks. The red-haired girl spoke up, "I'm Apple! Marshy's bestest friend! And I'm... uhhh.. Like 18 and a half!"
The red-haired boy piped in, "I'm Fannual. But just call me Fan. I'm 19. Also, do you like Spoiled Lemon? Spoiled Lemon is a very cool band, known for their hit song 'A party' with 304,281 streams on Spotify AS WE SPEAK."
The car went silent after that ramble, with mostly everybody eyeing Fan like he was a maniac.
"Didn't they flop after Starfruit left?" Marshmallow asked. "Plus, their music is awful anyway."
"EXCUSE YOU?! STARFRUIT CAME BACK! SPOILED LEMON IS THE BEST AND-"
The green-haired girl suddenly spoke up, interrupting Fan. "I'm Test tube. 20 years old. I'm aiming for a doctorate degree for Chemistry. And trust me, I WILL get it."
Paintbrush found that intimidating. This girl is seriously a nerd, and possibly an evil one. But maybe it was intimidating due to Paintbrush dropping out of their own college. "I'm Paintbrush. Just turned 20 last April."
Lightbulb, who was playing with the air conditioner, looked up after a few seconds of silence. "Well, I'm Lightbulb. Y'know.. the person everybody knows?"
The car almost comes to a halt as soon as Lightbulb said that, which made everyone lean forward with a "woah!
Luckily, they weren't in a highway or anything like that and Paintbrush continued driving like normal.
"Hey! What gives?" Lightbulb snapped at them. She adjusted her hairclips before pouting.
"Well, sorry. I was caught off guard by your stupid statement." They scoffed, snapping back at her. "The person everybody knows? Are you boosting your ego?"
'Is she fucking with me?'
Fan then starts rambling about how Lightbulb was the one who brought Starfruit back to Spoiled Lemon and how he was so grateful for what she had done.
Test tube rolled her eyes and covered Fan's mouth, effectively shutting him up.
Lightbulb just continued pouting but didn't speak up further. She just hummed along to the music in Paintbrush's playlist.
~~~
The group was walking around a mall, occasionally striking up conversations with each other until they come across a Japanese restaurant.
"Should we eat here?" Paintbrush asked, pointing to the menu. Lightbulb just groaned, clutching her stomach. "Let's just get in!! I could eat a gorilla right now!" She whined out.
"This could actually be in my blog or something!" Fan beamed.
And so, they all just walked in.
"A table for 6, please."
"Irrashaimase!" One employee greeted, followed by every other employee.
They all sat down on the pointed table, with Paintbrush, Lightbulb, and Marshmallow on the sofa side and Fan, Test tube, and Apple on the other.
"Alright, what do you guys wanna order?" Paintbrush questioned, holding the menu in their hands. Lightbulb leaned into their shoulder, looking through the pages Paintbrush is looking at.
They were a little out of it before they felt something on their shoulder. They snapped their head to their right side and was met face-to-face with Lightbulb.
Paintbrush swore they could count how many freckles she had. About 5 on her nose.. 3 on each side of her face, under her eyes. Why was she...
SO DAMN CLOSE?!
They immediately pulled away, their face beet red. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY FACE, YOU- YOU.."
Lightbulb just looked to the side and took the menu from their hands, searching through the foods. "Chillax, Painters. I was just lookin at the menu."
Thankfully nobody had noticed what happened (atleast Paintbrush thought nobody did) but they turned to look after Paintbrush started shouting. It made them cover their face in embarrassment.
In their peripheral view, they swore they saw Fan raised an eyebrow and started typing something on his phone.
~~~
The group was walking again after enjoying their meals. They planned to watch a movie in the theaters. Once they had arrived, they all looked at each other expectantly.
"What? You go buy tickets." Paintbrush nudged Marshmallow with their elbow. Marshmallow scoffed at them and put her hands on her hips.
"You're the oldest."
"Am not! Test tube is."
"What? Oh come on."
And with that conclusion, Test tube is forced to buy tickets for all of them.
~~~
The movie wasn't that bad. Paintbrush even considered it one of their favorites. Their group had a few laughs here and there and jokes about the plot.
"Heya, tall fella! Can I get that number?" Lightbulb suddenly walked up to them with a huge, smug grin. Paintbrush found it irritating and shook their head.
"In your dreams, shortstack." They patted her head, in a passive-aggressive manner.
The group all joked about that as well, Paintbrush.. for some reason enjoying the company.
Maybe hanging out with crackheads isn't so bad.
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I wrote this during class
help me
sayonara
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