semi-automatic ; j.d

fifty one ; freckled galaxy

"are you almost done?" asks josh for the tenth time with an impatient tone.

mia tsks at josh's lack of ability to stay still for more than half an hour. "no."

he groans loudly. "mia."

"don't even start," she says back. "this was your idea in the first place, not mine."

"well yeah, but i didn't realize how much it would tickle," explains josh while fidgeting underneath mia.

you know those pictures on tumblr or relationship goal themed twitter of someone using their significant other's back as a canvas? yeah, well when josh had come over mia's apartment after she was back from class, he was feeling rather inspired and decided that he wanted mia to paint on him.

which was how they got to this point, nearly an hour later.

"just stay still for a little bit longer, please?" mia asks, her tone exasperated. currently, she's trying hard to paint on individual white and gold dots that serve as the stars in the galaxy she's painting onto her boyfriends back.

he decides to oblige, simply because there really isn't much he could do else wise since mia's sitting on his butt surrounded by little jars of paint, and he doesn't even want to think about how pissed she would get if he moves and makes a mess.

"how sick does it look?"

"pretty sick," answers mia. as far as artistic abilities went, she could manage to paint a galaxy without having it look like a stupid blob of color. "i'm painting stars on your freckles."

josh has to stop himself from laughing in the best interest of not moving and screwing up mia's work. "there's like a billion of them, though."

"and there's like a billion stars."

"touché," he grins and closes his eyes. he focuses not on how every little brush stroke makes his whole body want to move around because of how much it tickles, but on the calming aspect of it.

it's the middle of april, and josh has been thinking of a way to bring up touring. specifically, festivals.

with the band's growing success and fanbase, josh is looking at back to back festivals and shows. now, don't get him wrong, he's more than thrilled about this, but there's just one more thing he has to plan out.

mia.

"hey babe?" asks the fidgety red head.

she dips the end of her paintbrush into the small jar of washable, white paint before responding. "hmm?"

"you start spring break next week, right?"

"yeah, why?"

alright, here goes nothing. "well it's the start of festival season, and i was hoping that maybe you'd be up for a bit of traveling? as in, traveling with us?"

mia sighs hesitantly, "i don't know, josh. i have fi--"

"--nals coming up, yeah, i know. but we could work in studying during travel time. and i'll even help you out when i'm not busy playing."

it's very clear that josh has thought this through.

"i just think it'd be a lot of fun," he adds, his voice quiet while he waits for mia to give him an answer.