Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Eight

“ Come on, Come on, Come on” Wyatt cursed under his breath as we tried to get our poster up on the empty wall. This entire trip couldn’t have gone any worse at that point in my opinion. In just the few short minutes it took us to run across the road to where the fence was everything stated to quickly go downhill. Somehow as Wyatt tried to get over the top of the fence with the bucket on his arm, he lost his footing. On his decent towards the ground he somehow spilt half of our paste down the side of the fence and landed in the large puddle that it collected into. He was practically covered from head to toe in the sticky material that shown brightly against his all black outfit. Just to add to the fun the paste we had left was starting to freeze. It wasn’t supposed to be hardly this cold tonight; it wasn’t typically below freezing this time of year but with our luck that night, it was. Both of us were shivering as we stood out there behind the untagged building trying to work as fast as we could. Wyatt was trying to force a stick through the mixture to keep it fluid enough so I could coat the broom with whatever we had left to get the poster up. It wasn’t really working though. I managed to stick the broom into the mixture that he was constantly stirring and rake it up the side of the bucket; efficiently coating it with just enough glue to get some on the wall in front of us.  

“ I don’t think that’s going to be enough Wyatt” I whispered to him as I started to push the broom up and down the side of the rather old building. Its coated bristles raked against the practically smooth concrete surface that it happened to be made of.

“ Just get as much up there as you can. We’ve already been here for too long” He explained from his crouched position next to the painters bucket. I just nodded towards him as I kept raking the broom up and down the wall in front of me.

It took longer than both of us wanted but I managed to get a thin layer of the paste up on the wall. It seemed like it would be just enough to get the paper stuck. So I all but dropped the broom as I swung one of the poster tubes around my shoulder to pull out the rather large picture Wyatt and I had to work with. The second we got in front of the wall we knew we over shot the poster. It was going to take up almost the entire wall that we decided to bomb and with this little paste left it wasn’t going to be exactly easy like originally planned.

“ God damn it” Wyatt cursed from behind me yet again. This time because his stick snapped in half inside of the bucket that held whatever glue we had left. Perfect. That’s what tonight was, absolutely and utterly perfect in every opposite sense of the word.

I stood there fighting with the posters for a few short moments as he got up in defeat and walked over to me to help. “ Sophie let me put it up, that’s going to freeze too if we don’t move quickly. I need you to try and scrape whatever you can off the sides of the bucket and get it to the bottom. We have to try to get a second coat on this or it’s going to peel off.” Wyatt explained in a rushed voice. I knew he was starting to get nervous because we had been over the fence so long. At least 15 cars had driven by us by that point and I was sure at least one or two of them must have caught onto what we were aiming to do.

I just nodded in agreement and walked over to where Wyatt had been working on the bucket to start scrapping the sides of it like he asked. It took me a few moments to pry the halves of the stick out of the bottom of the bucket but I managed it and started scrapping down the sides with the sticks halves all but glued to the palm of my hand.

I didn’t get much of anywhere as Wyatt threw up the oversized poster skillfully. He had obviously been doing this for a while. That much was evident from the way he used the broom as an extension of his long arms to lay the poster smoothly down the surface; not a single bubble was evident and he lined the two halves of the female face that we drew perfectly on the first try.