✮ Rockstar ✮ || A Lightbrush Fanfiction

Chapter 45 - Dear Diary, I Did It (REWRITE)

    A small book sat at the entrance of a hotel room, slid through the mail flap prior by some staff member. A ripped piece of lined paper was taped onto the front, reading "For Paintbrush" in fancy handwriting. With the soft thump from the item hitting the carpet, someone in the suite had been alerted to its presence.

    As they ran a comb through their long, pink mullet, a sigh left their lips. Spotting the small book left by the door, they bent down and ran their calloused fingers along the worn Moleskine. They picked it up and read the small note, a smile growing on their lips as they lifted it – along with themself – off the floor. Standing up from their crouch, they removed the paper to reveal a small label slapped on the front with the same name as before written in... much less appetizing handwriting. The person chuckled, recognizing the recurring name as their own.

    "Paintbrush!"

    With a small yelp, Paintbrush whipped around to face where the exclamation came from. "Wh-what! Huh? What did I do?"

    Their brown eyes met hazel, and they instantly realized what that mischievous look meant. A huff left them as they crossed their arms, the cold from a new diamond ring adorning their ring finger making them shiver a bit as it touched their forearm. They'd have to get used to that. "Yes, Lightbulb. What do you want?"

    The person, Lightbulb, gave them a sugary sweet smile and pranced up to them. Her short, golden curls bobbed as she walked, framing her circle face shape. "Sooo," she drew out, "what is it? Is it another wedding gift?"

    "Something like that," the guitarist mused, turning their attention back down to the book in their hold. It had been a hot minute since they'd seen their Moleskine – nearly six years. They lifted the note again, flipping it over and reading the cursive on the back.

    Dear Paintbrush Canvas,

    Congratulations on tying the knot! Honestly, if I were to tell my past self that you married your crowd crush, I wouldn't have believed it! You've come so far; I'm so, so, so proud of you! I've been holding onto this for a while – yes, yes, I know I should have returned it, but it never really did cross my mind. Thankfully after moving out, I found it shoved under my bed in some random box, so I kept it for a special occasion!

    Have a great honeymoon! - Camera Casio

    A smile grew on their lips reading the message, prompting Lightbulb to grow closer and hold onto their arm. She inched behind them to peek at the note in their hand. "Ooh! What does it say?" They didn't mind her presence and tilted the paper slightly for her to see. Her eyes scanned the paper, only taking in what they could guess was half the continents before jumping up and down and clapping. "Neatorino! Let's read some of the old stuff you wrote in there! I wonder if you wrote anything about me – let me see!"

    The woman reached forward, trying to nab the book from Paintbrush's hands. Luckily they were able to react fast enough and yank the Moleskine away from her grip, the idea of their now wife seeing some of their angsty teen entries not a very pleasant one. They cringed at the prospect and held the book above them, "No!" Lightbulb groaned and tried to reach up and take it from them, her height not helping the endeavor.

    "Maybe later, after I read through some and pick them out. I have no clue what's in here," they lightly shoved her away with a small laugh, making her grumble in annoyance. "Besides, weren't you gonna hop in the shower?"

    Lightbulb scoffed and crossed her arms, "Uhm, no? You liar! You're trying to gaslight me so I don't read about all your dark secrets!" She leaned in with a smirk and raised an eyebrow, "You ever mug a man, Painty?"