"You know.." You begin, standing back to look at the wall Michael and you had begun to paint of your new flat. "I don't think I really like this color."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Michael groans, turning his head to glare at you from his spot on the floor where he's been painting around an outlet. "You decided to say that when we're almost finished!"
"Well, it's just, I thought I liked it until now..." You shrug, eyes focused on the burnt orange walls as Michael continues to groan.
"Now we'll have to redo this whole room you little shit!" Michael complains, dipping his fingers into his now useless paint bucket before flicking them at you, orange paint splattering on your face as he cheers at his own accomplishment.
"Michael Clifford!" You growl, sending him the look of death.
"Astrid Y/L/N." He mocks at you, a teasing grin stretching his face just as your own useless paint bucket is dumped onto his head, covering him in a wonderfully bright, burnt orange. "Fuck!" He shouts with surprise as the cold liquid makes its way down his shirt. "Why'd you do that!?"
"Because, you flicked paint at me!"
"Yeah, flicked, not dumped!" He whines as he pats his orange infested hair. "This'll take forever to get out Astrid!"
"Oh, quit complaining Michael." You shush at him, giving him a towel to wipe his mouth and eyes. "It'll come out easily!.. and besides, orange suits you wonderfully!"
Well, I did sy I'd have yours up today as soon as I'm properly functioning and here I am! At 9:45 in the morning wide awake!... I'm so proud of myself.
Skylar xx
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