The Painter | L.T [A.U]

Three

~Louis~

It was now my second day painting the Fuentes' house and Noah wasn't able to come because he had to do something for one of his classes.

I decided to paint the shed today. I went outside and I got started right away.

I saw a young lady walk towards the pool with another lady. Wait. Oh god, that's the girl I walked in on yesterday.

I looked at her and she was wearing a swimsuit and damn she was fine.

Why am I wasting my time eye-raping her? She probably won't notice me anyways.

I'm just The Painter.

~Melissa~

Jenna and I were going in the pool.

"Who's that?" Jenna asked slightly glancing at some guy standing by the shed. Wait. That was the guy that walked in on me yesterday!

"I don't know. Oh, I remember he's just The Painter," I shrugged.

"He's pretty cute," Jenna said as we stepped in the water.

"Sure, whatever. He'll be gone in about two weeks or less." I wasn't going to be telling her about yesterday.

"He is! Look at him! Don't worry, he isn't looking over here. He's painting right now," she said. I looked over at him. I guess he is a little cute.

"Damn. He has tattoos that makes him look hot."

"Jenna! Stop drooling over him!"

"Okay. But I am going to class tomorrow and the rest of the week and I probably won't be here to see him," she whined.

"Your problem," I said.

"Lets swim now," she said and started to swim. I did the same and swam.

~Louis~

I decided to take a break because I was pretty exhausted. Fuck, I should've brought some food with me.

I walked inside the house and looked for Mr.Fuentes or his wife if she even lives here.

"Hello, you must be Louis." I was greeted by a women who must've been Mrs.Fuentes.

"Yes, and you must be Mrs.Fuentes."

"Yeah. Are you British?"

"Yeah. I moved here with my dad when I was a junior in High school. My mum and siblings are in Doncaster, England to be exact. They come to visit every once in a while and my father and I visit them as well."

"Oh. Did you need anything?"

"Well, I forgot to bring myself some food and I was wondering if I could order some pizza for myself, if that's alright."

"No, no. I have some food. Do you want some food?"

"That would be nice, actually."

"Follow me," she said and I did. She led me to her kitchen.

"I have some lasagna and steak. What would you like?"

"Steak. Thank you very much," I thanked her.

"No problem."

"Are you guys like Mexican or Hispanic? I hope I don't sound racist," I laughed.

"No, I'm American. Alfonso is half Spanish. His mom is Spanish and his dad is American," she said as she handed me the plate of food along with two cans of Coke.

"Oh. Thank you, I haven't had homemade food in such a long time," I laughed.

"Your welcome. But why is that?"

"I live by myself and I don't really know how to cook. I only make pancakes, eggs, sandwiches, and bacon. Other than that, I usually order Chinese, pizza, or eat canned foods."

"Why do you live by yourself?"

"I feel like I should be taking care of myself, you know. Im a 22 year old adult," I said taking a bite of my food. She was about to say something but stopped herself.

"Well, when you are done, just leave your plate there. If you need me, just look for me, okay?" I nodded and she soon left. I ate my food quickly and I went back outside.

The young lady's were now tanning and I just ignored and continued to paint. I pulled my beanie off because I was starting to sweat.

I accidentally got a lot of paint on my shirt and it was bothering me so I took my shirt off.

Much better.

I sat down on the grass and took a break. I noticed Mr.Fuentes's daughter was the only one there. Her friend must've left. How long have I been out here?

She looked at me and our eyes met for a few seconds until she broke the eye contact.

She then got up and left.

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I was now done and I wanted to go tell Mrs.Fuentes or Mr.Fuentes that I was done for the day. I first put my stuff in the truck and then I went inside.

I came across Mr.Fuentes.

"I've painted the shed today. I just wanted to dismiss myself for the day," I said.

"Okay. Thank you and you may go now," he said. I nodded and he walked away.

I walked towards the exit and when I opened the door, Mr.Fuentes's daughter was standing right there.

"Hey, I'm Louis Tomlinson, The Painter. I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was looking for the restroom and I was lost," I said.

"It's okay, I guess. But now you know that's my room. Anyways, my name is Melissa Fuentes," she laughed.

"Anyways, are you the only one painting? That's a lot of work," she said.

"Basically. My friend sometimes helps me when he has time since he's in college," I said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I have to go, bye, "I said walking away.

"Bye!" she yelled.

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