Imagine you are redecorating your apartment and trying to move your bookshelf to paint but can't lift it by yourself. Just then you hear your phone ringing, you pick it up and it's your boyfriend; Hunter Hayes. "Hey, how are you," he says. "I'm good. I'm just- hey! Actually I could use some help." You say thinking of a solution to your problem. "Yeah sure, anything'" he says. You explain the situation of trying to move your bookshelf but can't lift it. He then agrees to come over and help.
Once he gets there he helps move the booksshelf and your other funiture and helps you cover the capet with plastic to make sure not to get any paint on it. You then start to paint and at first he just watches you but then says "No one ever taught you to paint, did they?" He said. "What do you mean?" You ask. He just walks over and puts his hand over yours and starts making paint strokes in a different way. You feel his breath on your neck but love it and hope he never moves. "And THAT is how you do it," he says with a smile. Then, when you weren't looking he put his finger in the bucket of paint and when you turned around to face him, he put the paint on your nose. "HUNTER EASTON HAYES; you did NOT just do that." You say trying to be mad at him but can't cause his face when laughing is too adorable. So you stuck your hand in the bucket andf smeared paint all over his face.
Before you knew you both- and all over the plastic on the floor- was covered in splatters of paiint. "Good thing we put the plastic down, huh." You say. He just comes over to you and kisses you passionately. You guys then finish painting and then clean up and spend the rest of the night just hanging out.
