~~
“Hold
still.”
“Wait,
my nose is itchy.”
“No!
Don’t move!”
“But—“
“No.”
“I
just—“
I
flicked my paintbrush at him, making him flinch as paint droplets splattered
against his face. “I said, don’t move!”
He
frowned, but stayed put.
“Smile,”
I ordered. He deepened his frown, undoubtedly just to spite me. “Smile,” I repeated, raising my paint
brush again. “Blue isn’t exactly your colour.”
“I’m
already wearing blue.”
“Which
is why I told you to wear the red shirt, instead. Now shut up and smile.”
He
grumbled and flashed a toothy, cheesy, definitely fake smile my way. “Happy?”
he muttered through gritted teeth.
“Thrilled,”
I said drily. His smile loosened.
“If you
were this opposed to posing,” I said, running my brush across the canvas, “then
why didn’t you let me just take the photograph?”
“Because
then I’d just be watching you paint,”
he said. “That’s no fun.”
I
peered around my work in progress to cock an eyebrow at him. “And standing
still as a statue is?”
“Well,
yeah. Because now I can do this—“ He waved his arms up, quickly and wildly,
before returning them to their assigned positions. “—and you get mad.”
I
glared at him.
“See?”
he said. His smile was real now. “You’re mad. I’m giddy. Isn’t this fun?”
I
rolled my eyes and sent another flick of paint at his face. “An absolute blast.”
It was
another couple hours before I finished the painting. It wasn’t my best
work—unsurprising, since it was a project for class that I left until the last
minute—but still, it was decent.
“You
missed a spot,” he said from behind me, peering over my shoulder.
“I
did?” I scanned my eyes over the painting, analyzing every shade, every
brushstroke. “Where?”
His arm
reached around me and grabbed my thinnest brush, dipping it in the blue paint
and reaching towards the canvas. Before I can stop him, he dabbed it on lightly, mimicking the paint I had splattered onto his face.
“There,”
he said. He looked down at me and dabbed me lightly on the nose. “Perfect.”
~~
Until later,
- Justyne
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