You swipe the paintbrush up and down the wall covering the white with a baby pink. The colour will really brighten up the place and make it feel like a happy environment.
"If I could escape, escape, and recreate a place that's my own world, own world! And I could be your favourite girl forever! Perfectly together now tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet?! If I could be sweet! Be sweet. I know I've been a real bad! A bad girl. I didn't mean for you to get hurt! whatsoever. We can make it better! Now tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet?!" Becca sings loudly and you glance over your shoulder to see her not doing a very productive job at painting her wall as she dancing singing into the paintbrush.
You shake you head amused before singing along with her, it's too good of a song to not sing along.
~*~
Sometime later without looking you lean over to drip your brush into the paint tray but frown when you see it's got hardly any pink on it. With a glance to the tray you see it's empty "becca where's the paint tin?!" You shout to her on the other side of the room.
"Errrr I think it's..." you hear foot steps "oh, empty."
That is not good at all. Putting your brush down you stand up to see the unfinished walls. You can't leave them like this.
"Guess we're taking a walk to go buy more?" Becca also looks around the room.
"Yeah" you sigh. You had really hoped one tin would be enough since they are so expensive.
"Don't worry when it's all done it will be worth the money. You'll be living here for a while so it's best you like it." Becca smiles as if reading your thoughts on money.
"I know." You agree. Doesn't stop you being a little stressed though.
Looking down at your clothes you wince "should we get changed?" You're in some blue paint covered overalls while becca is in some cotton shorts and on over sized top.
"I'm going to put on jeans so I don't freeze but I'm not changing my top no." Becca informs you while walking over to where she had taken off her jeans to put them back on.
Shrugging you shove your feet into your shoes. I'm sure you'll see no one if importance anyway.
~*~
It's only a fifteen minute walk to Wicks. The car park is pretty empty as were the streets. Everyone is at work or school.
You both unzip your coats when you walk in. No one will judge you for having paint on your clothes in here.
You make your way to the paint isle while becca goes to look at some other small bits. You start scanning the shelves for the right colour.
Ah there it is!
Going on your tiptoes you reach up. Your hold isn't firm causing you to wince while pulling it off the supportive shelf.
It's heavier than you expect and you stumble a step back.
Gaining your footing you spin around and right into someone. The paint tin slips from your hands splashing baby pink all over the white floors and up you legs.
You snap you head up ready to shout at becca but stop when you see it's not becca who's also covered in paint it's in fact a guy.
But not any guy. It's (just) Phil.
The guy you've been in love with for 4 years.
For a second your heart stops and your mind becomes foggy. It's Phil! Oh my god!
