The television screen was black for a while, before mine and Charlie’s bodies fill it up.
“Hey guys!” I say, waving to the camera. “So, we really want to finish building this house before summer finishes, because we are living in a small motel and Charlie takes twenty hours to get ready in our small bathroom-“
“I do not!” He says.
“Now we’re going to show you a bunch of highlights from the process!” I say. “Enjoy!”
It changes to another video.
“Don’t even put the paint brush near me, Adams!” I say, shielding my face from the paintbrush that was dipped in bright blue paint. “We have to finish this!”
“But blue is a good colour on you!” He whines.
I fix up my red flannel, rolling my eyes at him. “Shut up.”
“What was that?” He asks, coming closer to me. “You told me to shut up?”
“Yes, yes I did!” I say, flinching as the paintbrush comes parallel to my nose. “Don’t you even-“
He wiped the paint on my flannel. “Hm, red and blue don’t mix, do they?”
“Screw you!” I say, wiping my paintbrush on his white t-shirt.
“Paint-fight!” He declares to the camera filming us, before putting the paint in my hair.
“You’re so immature!” I say. “My hair!”
“My hair.” He mimics, and I paint his arm.
I make a break for it, running the opposite direction. I try dodging the stuff on the floor to protect it from paint, but it doesn’t really work out for me.
“I’m coming to get you!” He threatens, hot on my trail.
The rest of that scene was just me screaming and Charlie cackling. Then we come back into shot, me covered head to toe in bright blue paint. Kinda like the Blueberry Bliss nailpolish.
It jumpcuts to another scene.
“Stop being so annoying!” I groan, making one of the beds.
“Stop being so annoying!” He mimics.
“The cable guys is coming in fifteen minutes, Charlie, and this place is a fucking mess!” I snap, fluffing a pillow and placing it on the bed. “Seriously, stop fucking around and clean the fucking kitchen!”
Jumpcut.
“Wendy, run away with me!” Charlie sings at the top of his lungs as he paints some blossom tree on a white canvas.
“That’s gonna look so beautiful in the hallway.” I say, snaking my arms around his body and nuzzling into his neck. “Mmm, you’re so warm.”
“I’m not just warm, babe, I’m hot.” He winks.
Jumpcut.
“Okay, so we’re gonna do a bit of a vlog…” I say, the camera facing me as I stand at the front door of my house. “And I’m going to show you a room tour!”
“Oh god…” I groan, hiding my face in Charlie’s shoulder as we sit on our new, white, leather couch, in our new, Parisian house.
“So this is the front door.” I state, turning the camera around. “It’s white, and it contrasts well with the bricks!”
