Death of the Perfect Girl

58- The Painted

    Fisher stood in front of the bedroom door staring at his feet.

"Just go in already," Hanna shouted shaking her head.

Fisher rolled his eyes then he opened the door and walked into the room.

Poppy stood on a ladder with her headphones over her ears continuing to draw the flowers. She hadn't even noticed him walk in.

He smiled then he shut the door. He walked over to the buckets of paint and dipped his paint brush into it, beginning to paint the flower on the wall. He looked at Poppy.

She was dancing and humming.

He stared at her.

She looked at him and looked at the wall then she looked back at him with wide eyes.

He chuckled. "Hi."

"Hi," she giggled taking off her headphones. "I didn't call you yet. Was just about to though. Because I'm done... obviously." She walked down the ladder and made her way over to him. She went over and picked up a brush. "Here. You paint this flower purple," she pointed at the flower.

"Sure," he took the brush. Out of nervousness he dropped it.

Poppy quickly picked it up and handed it back to him. "Wouldn't want paint on your jeans, now would we?"

He looked at Poppy's paint covered blue overalls then he ran the brush up his jeans covering his thigh in paint.

Poppy's jaw dropped. She giggled. "What are you doing?"

He smiled then he ran the paint brush up his white polo shirt.

Poppy stared at him in shock. "Did I make an error in your code or something?" She laughed.

Fisher shrugged then he started to paint the wall with a smile.

Poppy looked at him confused. He was so quiet. She dipped her paint brush in the blue paint and began to paint the second flower.

They painted in silence for a while then Poppy decided to play music on her phone.

The music began to play and Poppy began to sing softly.

Fisher looked at her. "Poppy."

She turned to him.

He quickly dipped his finger in the pink paint and drew a line on her cheek.

She giggled then she dipped her finger in the blue paint and drew a line on his forehead.

He chuckled and dipped his brush in the paint.

Poppy turned back to the wall and continued to paint. She knew that Fisher wasn't interested in getting paint on his clothes. He must've been doing it to tease her.

Fisher suddenly stepped closer to her and painted a thick line down her back with his brush.

She gasped and cringed, then quickly turned to him. She spun around trying to see her back.

Fisher laughed his weird snort-filled laugh.

"How dare you?" Poppy dipped her hands in the paint and put it on his chest, then his stomach. Then she leaned closer to him and hugged him putting it on his back. She stepped back and looked at him covering her mouth and giggling. She suddenly froze, uncovering her mouth.

Fisher laughed louder than before. Her cheeks were covered in paint.

She smiled and shook her head. "I guess I," she shook the paint off her hand,"... got myself."