Why Don't You Just Kiss Me Then.

Goop

Goop is good. . .

I laughed as Thomas and I ran to my Aunt's garage, carrying buckets of paint and wearing loads of trashed (hideous) clothes. I had realized after Matt's sister's birthday party that maybe Thomas had a right to be jealous. I was hanging out with Matt all the time, and this was supposed to be our vacation. I felt bad.
So I came up with this idea.
Thommy and I had taped together many, many sheets of large paper and laid them down on the floor of the garage. We bought buckets of paint- yellow, red, blue, purple, green, orange, white, and an odd beige color that Thomas randomly decided he liked. If you didn't get the hint, we are painting in extreme measures.
Evie was pretty excited about this too, since she still shipped "Thomabel". Her words when I asked her were, "YES! There is still hope! Still hope for Thomabel. . ." Then she pretended to fangirl, which is a very grotesque and frightening sight when a 40 year old is doing it.
I still couldn't believe her nerve.
Thomas and I stand shoulder to shoulder, viewing our peaceful setup that we were about to ruin. We had the large taped together paper in front of us and the buckets of paint off to the side. So beautiful and artsy and placid. Very calm. Very sane. It made sense.
"Let's do this." I say.
Thomas attacks the yellow while I grab the purple. We decided that brushes were overrated, so we just cup paint in our hands and dump it on the paper.
I smear the colors together and basically give my hands a rainbow bath (don't ask, I'm weird). Then, of course, Thomas has to put some on my face. He gets a fingerful of green and smears it onto my nose.
And just like that, I have a green nose.
"Oh, you are so going to get it."
I dip my hand it the blue and slap him softly, mostly to make him a smurf. I smirk, and then we're having a paint war.
After we are thoroughly covered in paint, we decide to get artsy, leaving hand and footprints all over the paper. Then we pour paint over the front of our bodies and lie down face first on the paper. We write things and do fingerpaintings and make galaxies and rainbows and basically map out everything in human existence. And now we look like some species of alien. We were both covered in paint from head to toe, so we decide to use that to our advantage.
We hit the streets.
We are getting tons of weird looks as we walk, and all Thomas and I do is laugh at people's reactions and talk about life. The thing I probably love most about our relationship is that we never run out of things to talk about.
"Hey wanna hear a weird pickup line?" Thomas asks as we walk.
"No." I immediately say, very scared of what he might say.
"Well, your gonna hear it. I have to explain it though."
"Fine."
"Okay, so you know how your lips are yellow and mine are blue?"
"Yes. I am aware of that fact."
"Wanna make green?"
I laugh and shake my head.
"I know you got that from I Carly."
He mocks a shocked, hurt expression.
"I would never!"
He says this in such a ridiculous way, I have to stop.
After that we go to the beach, and you know how that is just a tourist trap, so everyone is judging us. But it's still really fun.
"Now I feel like I have to tell you a joke." I say, a feeling of obligation and excitedness rising as a joke comes to mind.
"Then do it."
"Yes! Ok, so there's this lady at the grocery store. She gets eggs, bread, and milk and walks up to the cashier to pay for them. The cashier says to her, 'You must be single.' Then she says, 'Yes, I am, how did you know?' Then he says, 'Because you're ugly.'" I laugh and slap my knee, earning even more judgy glares. Thomas wrinkles his face and laughs.
Then I see Matt.
I'm not sure what to do. I know now that Thomas definitely doesn't like him, but I can't choose between the two. Before I can decide what to do, Matt sees us. How couldn't he? We're covered in multiple gallons of paint.
He has his sister with him and runs up to us, dragging her along.
"Um. . . Why do you guys look like a rainbow threw up on you?" He asks, eyeing our colorful life choice. Really looking back on them life choices right now. How did my life get me to walking around in public covered in paint? I need to think about this.
"We were painting." Thomas snaps before I can say anything, his voice showing how much he wanted Matt to leave. I looked at him in suprise, and Matt looks hurt.
"Um- Oh! Well, I see that. I guess I'll- I'll just see you later, Amabel." He says, brushing past me with his sister waving to Thomas. Poor Matt. The sadness in his voice broke my heart. He wasn't even mad, he just wanted Thomas to accept him. That made me mad at Thomas. What was his problem, anyway?
I decide not to talk to Thomas about this today. I need to cool off. And figure things out. Maybe all I have to do is give Thomas a little more attention, Matt has consumed almost all my time lately. So I reel in my wanting to punch Thomas in the face and tried to just have fun.
After that, we go swimming to get the paint off while people watch us like we're crazy (their thought is very valid and legit). We splash around in the waves for a while and finally start heading home. I love how you can walk almost everywhere in this town.
I've never been confused on the subject of Thomas before, and it was starting to get to me. I really need to figure out what was going on with him, because I will NOT choose between him and Matt.
I won't

WELL THAT WAS DRAMATIC.
SO I STARTED THIS CHAPTER THE OTHER NIGHT AND I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA GET IT UP THEN BUT I WANTED TO MAKE IT EXTRA LONG JUST FOR YALL SO BE APPRECIATIVE.
Ok so now I need to talk about my reason for updating.
I realize that I haven't been updating much, and honestly it's because I get bored. I got bored of my other fanfics, and that's why this is so hard for me. Because I don't get feels anymore.
But that was before I got readers like YOU.
I spontaneously started writing this the other night because I read the comments and I got major feels for YOU GUYS.
I've never been so supported with anything before, and I'm only continuing this because of you. I feel so lucky to have you guys.
I realized that I'm kinda famous because people are threatening me to write *insert laughing face*.
OK NOW TO THE TOPIC OF STUPID AMAZING WATTPAD.
SO ANOTHER REASON THAT THIS CAME UP SO LATE WAS BECAUSE IT DIDNT SAVE LIKE HALF THIS CHAPTER. SO I GOT MAD AND I COULDNT GO ON HERE FOR A DAY CAUSE I WAS AFRAID THAT I WOULD BREAK MY PHONE WITH A HAMMER.
FRIKING WATTPAD.
And then I went on the website and checked demographics.
HOLY CRAP! SOME OF YALL COME FROM COUNTRIES I HAVENT EVEN HEARD OF. THAT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY.
SO AMAZING.
Except I have no readers from Russia for some reason.
like its huge why what
ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU SO FRIKING MUCH AND HAVE A GREAT WHATEVER YOUR HAVING (DAY, NIGHT, CHEESEBURGER). YOU CAN VOTE CAUSE IT MAKES ME HAPPY AND COMMENT BECAUSE SEEING HOW MUCH YOU GUYS LOVE THIS IS THE REASON WHY I WRITE.
I LOVE YOU.
THAT WAS SOOOO LONG.
WHATEVER PEACE OUT.