Promise Me: Adopted By NateWantsToBattle

Chapter 5

Charlotte's POV

Nate helped me into the car and we drove to the paint store. I already knew what I wanted. My favorite color was a deep red. Pretty much the color of red wine. You might think it was mint green, but it's not. After we got the paint, we came home and started painting. I took off the nice clothes and into some crappy ones I got from the orphanage. I also tied my hair back so no paint got in it. "Alright! Let's get started!" Nate said, cracking open the first can of paint. I rolled up my sleeves, rolled the paint brush in the paint and made the first stroke. The color went on really easy. I could tell it would only need two coats. After an hour, one wall was painted the deep red color. "Could we leave one wall white? I was thinking about making it an art wall." He nodded. "That's a really good idea." As we were painting, I had a funny idea. With the smaller brush we used for edges, I dipped it in the paint and painted a straight red line down Nate's arm. He didn't notice which made me giggle. We continued to paint when I heard him yell. "What is this?" he demanded. "I don't know. Maybe you pressed your arm onto the wet paint." I said, trying to pass suspision off of me. "Are you sure? Your smile says otherwise." I shook my head. "What smile? There's no smile." He shook his head, took his brush and painted a line across my forehead. "Hey!" This started a painting war between us. In the end, we were both covered in paint. "Alright, that's enough. Back to painting the walls, not ourselves." I picked my paint roller back up and continued painting the wall. After another couple hours and the other can of paint, we were finally done with the walls. "Nice. It looks better in here." I said. "I agree. And the drawing wall will look awesome." Nate replied. We both walked out of my room to let the paint dry. I decided I would take a shower to at least attempt to get rid of the paint. "Wait, wait, wait, wait!" he said, grabbing his phone. "What?" We have to get the aftermath of our paint job." He pulled up his camera and took a picture of us and our paint covered bodies. "Alright, that's going onto Twitter. Now go take your shower." I ran upstairs to the bathroom and started getting ready. I undid my hair, the thick red locks falling around my shoulders. I remembered to grab my shampoo and conditioner that I used in the orphanage. I slipped my clothes off and got into the shower. The hot water felt nice on my bare shoulders. I was tempted to just stand there under the flowing water. I decided against it and started scrubning the paint off of my arms and forehead. Needless to say, the clothes I wore would go into the garbage sometime today. After 10 minutes of scrubbing, the paint was gone. I washed out my hair and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me and ran to my room, my paint covered clothes in my hands. My room looked more like mine and not a blank canvas. The dark walls made it slightly darker but the many windows made up for it. I pulled out my suitcase and grabbed the outfit I had worn earlier. Looking through the clothes I had, I noticed they were all old and not clothes I would want to wear in public. Sometime soon, I would have to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe. For now, the nicer ones would have to do. I brushed my hair and braided it so it would be wavy when it dried. I walked down stairs to the kitchen to wait for Nate who was taking a shower. He left his phone on the counter, so I grabbed it. His lock screen was a picture of him and who I assumed was his girlfriend. They looked adorable together. I wondered why Nate hadn't mentioned her before. I heard the water turn off, so I pushed the phone back to where it was. "Hey Char. What'ya doing?" he asked. "Nothin. Just hanging." I didn't want to mention the girl on the lock screen. Then he would know I looked on his phone. "Just hanging huh? How 'bout dinner?" I nodded. We ended up burning our dinner and just ordered a pizza. "Well, at least we tried." I said, laughing while we waited for the pizza to arrive. "And that's all we can ask of ourselves." Nate agreed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and did the same. "Thank you Nate." I said to him. "For what Char?" "For giving me a home. This is more than I could have asked for." He smiled. "If you think today is great, we still have forever to spend together." "I think I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."