Trial and Error //Spencer Reid x Reader One-shots//

Mishaps

"Alright!" You cheer, "Let's get started!"

You're over at your friend (F/N)'s new apartment that they just rented for the year helping them get it ready. The furniture is being delivered in the next few days, which means you have to paint the walls tonight. You both roll up the sleeves to your old shirts and you tie your hair back. You turn up the volume to the radio on your left playing some upbeat alternative song. You walk into the hallway outside the apartment and grab a paint can, but not before seeing one of your friend's new neighbors shoot you a nasty look while unlocking his own apartment, the one directly across the hall. He's young, unlike all the senior citizens who live in the building and has long messy brown hair. Getting back to what you're doing, you grab the paint can and walk into the living room.

"Heads up (F/N), I think your neighbor across the hall already doesn't like you," you warn.

"Really? How come?" they ask while prying the lid off the can.

"He shot me this real nasty look while I was grabbing the paint, which is a shame because he's the only non-elderly person I've seen walk into this place."

"Hey, shut up!" (F/N) laughs, "I like it here, it's close to work and you."

"Yeah, yeah, just hope you like bingo night and smelling like soap," you tease.

You pour the paint into a paint tray, and (F/N) loads up their paint roller. After putting the paint can out of the way, you do the same, rolling your fresh green roller cover in the bright yellow paint.  After a few hours of painting, listening to your favorite songs, and singing along (badly) with (F/N), you both had managed to paint three of of the four living room walls.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab another can of paint, we completely emptied this one," you giggle.

"Sounds goo-OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!" (F/N) screams as they crank the volume up even louder than before, which was already pretty loud.

They began to screech along to the song while you just shake your head.  Meanwhile however, a very angry neighbor from across the hall becomes completely fed up with the loud music while he's trying to read, so he storms out of his room and begins angrily knocking on the door.  Unfortunately, (F/N) and the music are too loud for you to hear.  Carrying the almost-empty paint can to put in the hall, you open the door completely surprised at the sight of a person there.  The neighbor doesn't seem to realize that the door has been opened, so he continues knocking, which results in you receiving a knock to your face.  Combine the unexpected visitor to the hit to the head, and you are quite startled, so much so that you throw the paint can into the air to cover your face with your hands to prevent another hit.  The can spills whatever paint was left in it all over you and the neighbor, and the can hits your shoulder as it falls.  When you open your eyes you see the neighbor, either so angry he's calm or so surprised he's forgotten his anger standing there staring at the yellow paint covering his body.

"Oh- oh my god I'm so sorry!  My friend just moved in last week and I'm helping them paint and I didn't expect you to be standing here oh my god I'm sorry!" You shout as you pull off your shirt, you were wearing a tank top underneath it, and begin using it to wipe off and soak up as much paint as it can off of the boy.

He just stands there, watching you, as you blot and squeeze his shirt.  While doing so you feel a bit of muscle beneath the shirt, which surprises you, because he looks very nerdy and bookish.

"The paint doesn't come out of clothes, I'm so sorry, I think your shirt is ruined.  Here!  Have mine!  Wait, that's dumb, never mind.  I'll buy you a new shirt! If you want, I mean. You might want to keep your shirt, because maybe it's your favorite or something. Oh my god is this your favorite shirt? If it is I'm so sorry! Oh my god I'm just the worst!"