The Moon 2 // bradley simpson

three

<> Skylar's P.O.V <>

I hear my phone buzz from next to me as I finish tying my hair up into a ponytail. I look down, grabbing my phone and reading the message.

Bradley <3: I'm outside now :))

Please don't ask me why I didn't take away the heart because I think you know the answer. I walk down the stairs, hearing the doorbell on my way down and I get to the front door, opening it up wide.

"Hello." He gives me a simple smile and I smile back, stepping out of the way to let him in. He steps in, looking around a bit then turning to me as I close the door.

"So what did you need help with?" He asks me, raising his eyebrows and I smirk. I turn around, picking up two large, heavy buckets of paint, showing them to him.

"I need help painting the living room." I tell him and his eyes light up.

"So that's why you're wearing that." He tells me, gesturing to my clothes and I scoff, looking down at what I'm wearing.

"Well I happen to think that old flannels and shorts are very stylish!" I defend myself and he laughs. I start walking into the living room and he follows after me. He looks around at all the dirty sheets on the floor and the various paint roller and brushes.

"So what colour are we painting the room?" He asks me and I chuckle a little.

"Well we're painting it white." I say and he continues to look around at what seems to be already white walls.

"Aren't the walls already white?" He asks and I laugh as I was expecting him to say that.

"Oh no don't let my Mum hear that. The walls are an 'off-white' but she wants 'white' walls." I roll my eyes, making him laugh more.

"I know right. It's ridiculous. Anyways lets get started shall we?" I clap my hands together and he nods.

I bend down to one of the buckets and attempt to open it but completely failing due to my lack of... everything.

"Here." He picks up a screwdriver thing that's on the ground, hooking it onto the lid and popping it off with ease.

"Oh..." I say, a little baffled.

He pours some of the paint into a rolling tin thing, grabbing a roller and coating it with paint. I do the same as him and we start painting the walls.

I look over to him and he is doing it perfect, with straight lines and it's all even. I then look at mine in shame as I see blotches of paint everywhere and it's all over the place.

"Gosh I suck at painting." I sigh, continuing to paint and trying to make it as neat as possible. Bradley looks over to where I'm painting, chuckling which makes my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"You're not that bad?" He says it as more of a question than a statement which makes me raise my eyebrows at him.

"You're joking right?" I ask seriously and he laughs, nodding his head. I roll my eyes, bending down to get more paint on my roller and I feel his eyes on me. I turn my head, seeing him staring at my ass and I roll my eyes again, standing up.

"Liking the view?" I ask him, continuing to paint over the 'off-white' walls.

"Actually yes I am." I choose not to look at him but I can practically hear the smirk on his face.

I scoff, splashing a bit of paint on him and it lands on his left cheek. He gasps and my jaw drops. Oh crap this is not going to end very well isn't it?