IMAGINE !
o. TOM DECIDES TO ENGAGE IN A FULL PAINT WAR  . . .

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Painting wasn't your forte per-say. Nevertheless, it was calming and fairly exciting to see where your creativity, more or less, took your paintbrush.

You were steadily stood in your backyard, the warm, summer air engulfing your body in one metaphorical blanket. Your hands were covered in various colors of paint, ranging from dull reds to shimmering yellows. Somehow, you had discovered an abundance of glittery paints, and you had finger painted before you picked up a brush—which was absolutely amusing.

The light breeze gave a small leeway for a small break of hot air to slip through. Sighing in content, you watched as your hand swiped the paintbrush in all different directions, creating a beautiful piece of scenery right on your canvas. The bristles of the brush left tiny little lines, giving off small details that you could never achieve with your hands.

Somehow, you knew that you would have to get someone to drag you away from what seemed like the never-ending stack of blank canvases you had laying on the nearby grass.

Despite the thought of being dragged away, you didn't expect it to be so soon.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, lifting your feet off of the ground. Normally, you would have screamed. However, Tessa was right beside you with a wagging tail; bringing a little bit of ease to your mind. The only thing that was worrying you was that you had a paintbrush with fairly vibrant blue paint on it in your hands.

"Thank God that I'm wearing an old shirt or I would kill you," a laugh slipped out of his lips. He finally placed you back on the ground and spun you around, meeting your eyes with his. "Metaphorically speaking. I would never hurt you in any way. J-just making it clear. Gosh why am I still talking?"

You held a small laugh back, a cheeky grin tugging at your lips. "We've been dating for two years and you still act like we just met. It's—cute."

Tom kissed your forehead before taking a look at one of the nearby paint bottles. You watched as he intently examined the labels, only smiling when he set it back down and realized the other colors were the same.

He carefully took the paintbrush out of your hands and dipped the thin bristles into a random color on the plastic palette. Of course, you thought that he would be simply helping you out on your barely-touched canvas. You never expected your hair to be painted bright blue.

Your jaw dropped, stopping Tom's hand before it could paint anymore of your body.

"Ok, I guess I deserved that." You shrugged your shoulders, attempting to wipe the blue out of your hair. Tessa must have gotten the message, and quickly stood farther back from the two of you.

Taking the entire plastic palette, you overturned it onto Tom's head. His hair quickly turned into a rainbow, a smile appearing on both of your faces.

In no time were you two running around your backyard, paint bottles in each of your hands. Tessa has joined in now, and her fur was now painted numerous colors. Thankfully, the paints were washable; considering that they were the children's paints. Otherwise, it would have been downhill ages ago.

You slowed down, falling onto the soft grass. Tom followed, taking your hand in his and giving you a small smile. By now, the entirety of your clothes were unnoticeable, the colors being hidden by the almost-dried paint.

Tessa happily strolled up to you, laying over the top of your stomach and almost beginning to doze off. You felt bad once you sat up, waking her up.

"I feel like we would have a paint war again sometime, but maybe not," Tom laughed. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, bringing you closer to him.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 !

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

anyways I may have accidentally got
red paint on the carpet in my room
and I got it off as much as I could but
it literally looks like I murdered someone.
but hey no one's noticed it so that gucci