roommates ♢ muke ✔️

iii

"oh fuck, i'm so sorry!" i cover my mouth when my big foot accidentally knocks over the full can of paint.

luckily michael scoops up his brushes and art canvas before they can get ruined with light blue paint. he purses his lips and hurries to flip the can back.

great. the one day michael stays in the dorm, i screw up terribly. maybe this is why he's always gone.

"don't worry about it," michael sighs. 

he looks down at his art work and notices a large and noticeable splotch of blue paint on his stormy dark grey sky. his once beautiful painting of the city is completely ruined, all because of that one bright blue blob on the dark colours.

"i'm honestly so, so sorry. you can go ahead and rip up my english essay if you want." i apologize forcing my handwritten three thousand worded essay into his hands.

"it's alright dude, just go away." michael sighs, getting a white cloth and wiping up the paint.

he looks messy. his blue haired has splatters of black paint in it and his clothes look like they've been dipped into a pool of paint. he looks tired and disappointed both. all of his hard work has just been flushed down the toilet.

"do you need help with anything? should i go buy you a new canvas? new paint? new paintbrushes?" i ask, nervously.

i don't want to make michael --my very attractive roommate-- hate me.

michael looks up and gives me to coldest look i've ever seen in my life. he looks so punk, he could come off as a murderer or something. i bite my lip and step back, fearing for my life. michael shakes his head and softens his facial expressions when he notices how shaken up i am. he doesn't look scary any more, just plain tired and adorable.

"you're not going to go away, are you?" michael ties his colourful hair back with a bandana.

"i'm just really, really sor-"

"i know you're sorry," michael cuts me off. "stop apologizing, it's getting annoying."

"sorry," i apologize.

michael shoots me a dirty look and i cover my mouth.

"oh crap, sorry! i didn't mean to say sorry." i apologize again.

michael rolls his eyes but i see the smallest hint of playfulness in his eyes. the ends of his pretty pink lips tug up into a tiny smile.

"you're cute," he states.

i feel a blush rise to my cheeks. "thanks."

"well you're clearly not going to leave anytime soon so i guess you can grab a cloth and help me wipe up the paint," michael offers, holding out a rag.

i accept it and get onto my knees, scrubbing at the floor furiously. i need to get it off before it stains or dries.

i can feel michael's gaze on me. he's kneeling over as well but unlike me who's bending over, he just sits up straight and watched me work. his green eyes seem to glow with fascination.

"why are you staring at me?" i ask quietly, feeling awkward under michael's gaze.

"i already told you, you're cute."