Paint || Ashton Irwin *Discontinued*

Purple Paint

I dragged the brush across my kitchen wall making a long uneven streak of red paint covering the old dried streaks that I made previously. I looked at it for a while until I decided I wanted to paint with purple instead of red.

I hoped off the counter in hopes to find a purple paint somewhere in my cabinets, I groaned in realization that I had run out of the color and would have to buy more.

I hated going out on days I didn't have to, other than working and the occasional shopping for various necessities after work I liked to stay inside my apartment. But when I was painting and had a certain color in mind I had to have the color smeared on some wall or piece of furniture and if I didn't I wouldn't be able to sleep.

With that thought I slammed the cabinets shut and grabbed my wallet, walking out the door.

I began walking down the sidewalk towards the art supply store, it wasn't far from where I lived, maybe a mile or two. I would drive but I didn't like being in a car, I didn't like driving a car, and I didn't even own a car.

I walked everywhere, I didn't mind though. It was a lot safer and I liked to walk outside, the fresh air helped clear my mind.

I reached the art store and swung open the door, hearing the familiar chiming sound it makes whenever someone walks in or out.

I walked straight to the back of the store where the paint isle was located. I scanned each container carefully until I pulled the purple paint I desired off the shelf.

I carefully unscrewed the top and dipped my finger in it, mixing the paint with my finger, I always did this, with every single container of paint I bought. It was a habit, like if I didn't do it the paint wouldn't be good to use.

I used to get in trouble for doing this, the workers would yell at me telling me that I shouldn't be doing that but I did anyways, like I said it was a habit. Eventually everyone who worked here got used to it and stopped yelling at me for it, they knew it wasn't going to make me stop.

I stopped mixing the paint, wiping it onto my skirt. This was the color that I needed so I was ready to leave. I grabbed the cap for the container and turned around towards the front, just as I turned around a tall figure bumped into me, spilling the paint all over my clothes.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. Look you're covered in paint. Oh god I am so sorry, I-" the boy stuttereed trying to come up with an apology.

"It's fine, I like paint," I told him.

I wasn't lying really either, I liked paint and having it be on my clothes wasn't a big deal. Most of my clothes were stained with various colors already.

"No, It isn't fine. You're telling me that to make me feel better. Um, here I'll buy you a new container to make up for spilling it all over you."

"You don't have to, it was my fault-"

"I insist," he interrrupted.

He walked past me without another word searching for the color that I prevoiusly had in my hands and was now cover half my body. Once he found it he motioned for me to walk in front of him towards the checkout. Before I started to walk I reached out to grab the paint container from his hands. I carefully unscrewed the cap and started to quickly mix the paint with my finger. The boy gave me a puzzled look but didn't say anything. I finished mixing the paint and screwed the cap back on, wiping my finger on a part of my clothes that didn't already have paint on it.

"Okay lets go," I told him handing the paint container back to him and walking to the checkout.

Once he paid for my paint we both walked out the front door hearing the same chime as I did when I walked in.

"Well, thank you for the paint. Even though you didn't have to buy it for me." I said giving him a small smile.

I turned around to start walking home when he reached out for my wrist. I flinched but suddenly relaxed once I knew it was him.

"Do you need a ride home? I can give you a ride home if you don't have a car." He asked.

I shook my head immeaditaley. "I don't like cars.' I told him.

He nodded. "Well can I at least walk you home?"

Why was this boy so persistent, all he did was spill some paint on me, and he already made it up to me by buying me the container of paint.

I nodded my head reluctantly. He smiled walking up next to me.

"My name is Ashton, by the way." He informed me, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Kurt. My name is Kurt."

Authors Note

Okay I'm really sorry if this made no sense but it is only the first chapter I have a bunch of ideas, and I'm sorry for using the word paint so many times but there isn't really another word I can use. Anyways it will start to make sense if it doesn't make sense now, and thanks for reading!