Barbie Transformation

Sounds easy...

This would be the second date Hunter and I have been on. First the paintball and now he's taking me to that old warehouse again- where he painted all the art on the walls.

As soon as we dropped Beaula off, Hunter sped to the beach. It was fun- it was the first time I enjoyed being in his scream machine.

I step out of the car with Hunter and he grabs my hand and kisses it. I smile to myself. He's adorable.

When we are inside the warehouse, I notice buckets of paint everywhere. Hunter lets go of my hand and picks a few up. "What are we going to do?" I ask and he smiles, "Paint."

My eyes bulge, "Hunter, I cannot paint." I inform him and he grins, "Oh come on, everyone can paint. All you do is pick up a brush, like this," he demonstrates with his brush and swipes green against a white wall. "And there you go!" Hunter examines it at looks back at me.

"I suck at painting..." I whine and he rolls his eyes, "be a good girlfriend and do this for me?" He pouts and I sigh and laugh.

"Fine, whatever. But don't laugh!" I point a finger at him and quickly bites it gently, "I promise."

"Ew!" I grab my hand back and rub my finger against my shirt. He just laughs and picks up more paint.

"What are we painting?" I ask and he purses his lips in consideration, "A picture of anything you want." He finally tells me and I shrug, "Sounds easy..."

Hunter had re-painted white over his other creations so we could both paint here. That's so sweet of him. If I painted anything as good as his artwork under this large white patch, I'd put a gate around it. And chains, and a lock and sirens and a camera and body guards.

You get what I mean...

Is artwork is spectacular.

I grab a paintbrush and dab it in red paint and begin drawing a Rose, it reminds me of Hunter and myself. Me, because, well it's my surname. And Hunter because he's the beauty of the relationship; he blossoms me. Therefore he's my beautiful Rose.

When I'm done, I take a step back and grin. I like it. It's cute. When I look over at Hunter's artwork, my mouth drops.

"What the fuck, I thought you said we were drawing a picture not a gallery!" I gape at his art. He's drawn in beautiful lettering: Emmerson + Hunter.

He also drew a picture of Hunter and I hugging. The surroundings are gloomy and dark but then Hunter and I are beaming white and happy. He's drawn the people so well, I actually look like the character, so does Hunter and he can't even see himself in real life!

God damn him.

"It's a picture." Hunter informs me in a 'duh' tone.

He looks at my artwork and cracks a tiny smile. I stand in front of him to block it from his view, "Please don't laugh."

"I won't" he assures and I step to the side to give him a proper look. His features reveal nothing.

"What do you think it is?" I ask.

Hunter looks at me uncertainly, "Intestines?" He asks and I gape. "No you jerk! It's a Rose!" I shriek and his eyes bulge.

"A Rose?" He questions timidly and looks at me suspiciously. He checks the painting again looking for clues on how it might be a Rose.

He looks at me.

He looks at the painting.

He looks at me.

He turns back to face the painting and his face glows with recognition. "Oh! Now I see it!" I nods his head and taps his chin. I see him smiling though so I slap his shoulder, "You said you wouldn't laugh!" I shout humorously and he looks at me, "I wasn't laughing!" He grins.