I Want to Help You (CrankGamePlays x OC) [COMPLETED]

Emo Rudolf

~~ 3 Days Later ~~

I add the final touches and take a step back. I just finished a large painting of Draco Malfoy. I copied it off the one that I was sketching when Ethan and I first met. I spot a mistake and grab my pallet and brush as someone walks in.

"Hey, Ethan."

"Hey, Lex, what'cha got there?" he says, walking behind me and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Painting. In my living room. Is that a crime?" I say innocently, turning my head to look at him. He smiles.

"I guess not." He pecks my cheek and walks into the kitchen. I smile, shaking my head, and I turn back to my art. There must be something I'm missing...

"I've signed, shaded, and painted the background, what am I missing?" I mumble, leaning in and examining the painting. I end up bumping my nose on the black background. I groan, walking towards the kitchen sink.

"Hey, did you finish your-" he stares at me. I cross my arms.

"What." he starts to crack up.

"Y-Your nose! You're like a- an emo Rudolf!" He laughs. I roll my eyes and smirk. I wipe some paint off my nose and smear it across his cheek and the bridge of his nose. He stops laughing and touches the paint. I start to giggle.

"Looks good on you, Nestor," I say, pecking his lips. I go to turn on the tap, but he pulls me around and crashes his lips into mine, our mouths moving in perfect synchronization. We fit perfectly together, him holding my elbows and my hands on his chest. I smile up at him as we pull apart, then laugh.

"What?"

"You got some paint on your face." I giggle.

"I know, dumb-dumb, you did that." He says, rolling his eyes with a smile.

"No, you've got more!" He walks to the bathroom, and I hear him yell out, then laugh. I look at him in the mirror. It's smudged against the right side of his nose and cheek (his right, my left).

"I look like an emo sneezed on me!" He turns on the tap and grabs a washcloth. I get struck with an idea.

"No, wait!" he stops soaking the cloth.

"What?"

"I was thinking we could take a picture. I want to post it on Twitter!" I say, pulling out my phone.

"Good idea." I open up my camera app, and we get closer together.

"Two pictures?" I ask, turning to look at him. He nods. I take one of us smiling, and in the second one, he pecks my cheek. I blush. As I edit the pictures (lighting, cropping, etc) Ethan wets the cloth with warm water and washes his face. I then head onto Twitter.

"'Finished my painting and smudged black on Ethan and my nose'. Does that sound good?" I ask as Ethan turns the washcloth on me.

"Yeah, perfect." I scrunch my nose as he scrubs.

"Not so hard!" I whine. He ignores me and continues to work.

"What kind of paint is this anyway?"

"Acrylic."

"Well, it's hard to get off!" I chuckle. After a few more seconds, he gives up and I look in the mirror. Only a bit of grey is left behind.

"There! Less-emo." I say, grinning at him in the mirror. He rolls his eyes at me.

"It's getting late. I'm heading to bed. G'night." He says, putting the cloth down. As he walks by he kisses my cheek, leaving me in the bathroom with a red face, beating heart, and a grey-smudged nose.

I walk out and to the easel where my painting is displayed. I take a picture and post it on my Tumblr, Doodley. I then turn off my lights, cover the painting so Phoenix can't get to it, and go to my room. I enter to see Ethan out cold, phone still in hand. I look to the clock. Midnight. I quickly get into my PJs and put his phone on the desk on his side. I climb into bed, plugging in my own phone. Overwhelmed with sleep and my mind sluggish from hours of painting, I pass out within seconds.

(A/N)

697 words!! Good enough!

Okay, I've gotta go write something for my other story, I went to 711 for 7/11 day and got a slushie that's why this took twice as long.

Song: This Is Gospel, Panic! At The Disco

~ Salem