"Hey, guys." I knock on Michael's door before entering.
"Yes, princess?" He asks causing Michael to groan, "Gross!"
"Mom left to go to the store, so if you want anything specific, better text her." I announce.
"What are you doing?" Michael notices the paint on my clothes.
"I got bored so I'm painting in the garage." I explain.
"Have fun dork." He solutes me.
"Later,Picasso." Luke winks at me before leave and go back to painting.
I had a great set up, the music was blaring, I was singing along while I sat on the floor painting things I had not even known yet to identify. I was just in a good mood.
Eventually, Luke and Michael came in to turn the music down because apparently it was distracting.
"You've got paint in your hair." Luke chuckled as he came sat by me carefully.
"Yeah, I'll scrub up later. But right now I'm not too worried." I continue to paint.
"Uh, I've gotta go meet Anna." Michael grinned.
"Don't get her pregnant." I call as he leaves.
"Don't get pregnant." He calls back.
"So what are you painting exactly?" Luke asks.
"I'm not entirely sure yet. Whatever it is, It'll come to me." I explain.
"My little artist." Luke kisses the top of my head.
"I don't like the possessive nouns to describe people." I frown.
"Well how else will people know that you're dating someone?" He brings up.
"I don't even know if I'm dating someone." I bit my lip.
"I'd like to consider us as an item..." He looked down like he was sad.
No, don't do that Luke.
"Can we not label it? I just don't want us to lose ourselves as individuals if we become a plural, such as we, us, and our... I like you and me." I put my paint brush down.
"But if someone asks if I'm single, what am I?" Luke looked confused and annoyed.
"You are very much taken for." I run my fingers though his hair, the colors from my fingers spreading along his blonde hair.
"But I can't call you my girlfriend? Or say we're dating." He sighs.
"But I am. I just don't like the name." I try to explain.
"but don't you like me?" Luke pouts.
"I l-I like you." Holy fuck I almost said love.
"Why did you hesitate?" He turns away from me.
"Because I almost said the other word." I gulp.
"What word?" He asks pissed off.
"The word I said I didn't this morning." I felt nervous all of a sudden.
"What?" He asked.
"The other L word..." I bit my lip.
Luke just kissed me and leaned his forehead against mine. I gripped his collar and brought his lips back to me. I ended up in his lap as he kissed down my neck and I was then lied on the ground containing my wet painted canvas.
"I think I just found your painting." He chuckled as he hovered on top of me.
We heard the garage door open and quickly got up before my mom saw us like that.
I looked at the painting, it was as if the canvas has a colorful shadow of mine.
"Thank you." I kiss his cheek before I stand up and offer him a hand.
"My heavens, you're a mess." My mother looked at us.
"In more ways than one." I smirk at Luke who gives me a back hug which causing his front to be covered in paint too.
"You two better wash up before dinner. Why not go around back and dive in the pool while I cook?" She suggests.
Luke and I both look at each other before racing to the pool. He beat me but waited for me to catch up only for him to push me in the pool. He dived in as followed. The water took on our colors and we just laughed as we splashed around until dinner.
