02. Saturday Night
"Calum!" I yelled at the boy who just 'booped' paint on my nose. "Really, dude!"
He was sat at Luke's table with a smirk on his face and paint on his finger. After we went to the store to get paint, we came back here to Luke's to paint. Obviously, we're not going to be doing much painting. Michael's ideas are always stupid.
The boys all chuckled, understandably. It was kind of funny.
I picked up my paint brush, dipped it in some blue paint, and flung the paint onto Calum. Little did I know, this was going to start a full out paint war.
Calum gasped, "Maddie!", he mocked, wiping the paint off his face with a smile. He repeated my actions, but missed me and ended up hitting Luke.
Honestly, this was a typical day for us. I know I say that things are always Michael's fault, but we wouldn't be us without Michael. I'm not surprised this is what we're doing with the paint we just bought.
"It's so on, Mate." Luke stretched the 'so' as he poured paint into his hand and slapped Calum. Distracted by my laughs, I didn't even notice the paint Michael had in his hand until he slapped it on top of my head.
From the paint flying back and forth, all four of us getting hit at one point, I was never happier that Liz wasn't home. She left while we went to the store to visit Jack, Luke's older brother. She'd have a fit if she knew what we were doing to her basement.
"Guys, the canvas! Do you know how much money we spent on those!" Luke shrieked. He gets his responsibility from Liz.
"They actually look kind of cool."
The canvass were splattered with various colors of paint, mine somehow having the most paint on it. It sucks being targeted, but Michael was right, they do look kind of nice.
"Yeah, I quite like mine." Calum said and we all agreed, even Luke.
"Okay, but we really need to clean this up before Liz gets home."
"I agree. You guys wouldn't even get the wrath, it'd all be on me. I cannot believe we wasted our paint throwing it around my house," Luke said as he stood up from his chair and grabbed the paper towels we brought downstairs. "You guys start cleaning with these and I'll go wet some towels or something."
"Hey, luke, we'll never be as young as we are now. Stop being so, dare I say it, responsible." Michael said, even though he grabbed a paper towel and began cleaning.
Calum and I gasped in response to Michael as a joke and Luke continued upstairs sticking up his middle finger in the process.
Luke eventually brought down some wet wipes and a garbage bin so we can clean with something better than dry paper towels. Even though we were cleaning, it was still enjoyable. The boys are always fun to be around so if I do have to clean, I'd be glad to do it with them.
After we cleaned off the paint from the table and the floor, we cleaned it off of ourselves as best we can. Although, I don't think my hairs ever gonna be the same. Who knows, maybe my dark blonde hair will be dyed, but that's unlikely.
We made our way upstairs in Luke's kitchen and sat at his table.
"We were supposed to get food!" Calum remembered.
"I completely forgot honestly. But I do not feel like going back out. I hate driving." I complained.
"But Maddie, I'm starving," he said dragging out the last syllable of my name. He began to pout, resembling a puppy in the process. He looks cute, there was never a doubt in that, but I was not going to give in to him.
