Chapter 5
There was crimson and gold and black and white and pink and gray and purple-
But all I could see was blue.
Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue.
And holy fuck was it beautiful.
I screeched as a glob of cold wetness slithered from my neck and onto my back. From behind me PJ was laughing, dipping his hand into another paint colour before rubbing it all over Chris's chest. Laughter erupted from within me.
I reached down, scooping a handful of glitter; it was mostly all clumped from dried paint, but there were still some "float-y" bits. I crept up behind Phil who was busy wiping paint from his eyes and tapped on his shoulder. He turned around. As soon as he did, I blew the glitter from my hand and onto him. Phil squinted his eyes shut and stumbled backwards,
"Pffft!" he spit little flakes of glitter from his mouth, "Dan!" He laughed, shaking his head to rid of the excess glitter in his hair. I laughed along with him,
"Wait, hold still." he said, glancing around on the street.
Yes, the street.
PJ had the brilliant idea of doing our whole "paint war" outside in the middle of the street. We were all wearing borrowed clothes as well; a white t-shirt and well worn jeans. There were scattered paint buckets on the ground, each containing various colours. And also, there was a bin with silver glitter in it.
When Phil had found what he was looking for, he returned with a pink glob of paint. My eyes widened.
"No, no don't move!" he giggled, tongue poking out from one side. Phil brought the glob up to the top of my head, and I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact of paint.
When I found there was none, I hesitantly opened one eye. There was a weird tugging sensation on the top of my head,
"Phil."
"Hm?"
"...Are you spiking my hair with pink paint?"
He bit his lip, attempting to hold a smile back, but failed,
"Yeah."
I heard Chris's laugh from my left,
"Ha-ha! Looking hot, Dan!"
I glanced over just in time to catch the wink he gave me. I stuck my tongue out at him, then focused my attention back on Phil.
Instantly, I was met with a wave of blue, nearly knocking me over into oblivion. A part of me wished it was actually blue paint so I wouldn't be feeling the intense bubbling in my stomach.
I gave him a crooked smile, and he blushed, glancing down.
You're really cute.
Suddenly, the tugging on my hair stopped and Phil's gaze snapped back up to me. I furrowed my brow,
"What?"
He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head,
"Uh, nothing," Phil removed his hands from my hair and smiled, "Done!"
I chuckled,
"Oh, god."
PJ piped up, "It's a good look for you, Dan. You should get your hair done like that."
I shot a glare his way, pulling my phone from my pocket and taking a look at my reflection.
It wasn't that bad.
No, honestly, it was terrible.
Looking back up, I took in the scenery around me.
It was disastrous. Within the October setting, dried leaves and orange skies, there was a myriad of paint splatters decorating the road; fireworks of blue and red, black and purple, lightly sprinkled with glitter covered the ground and pavement. Knocked over paint cans littered the street. But in the midst of it all, were four paint covered boys laughing their asses off.
I guess it was beautiful, in a chaotic sort of way.
On our way back inside PJ and Chris's flat, I couldn't help but notice two bright orange hand prints splat on PJ's arse,
"Getting a little bit grabby there, aren't we, Chris?" I laughed. Phil cupped his hand over his mouth and snorted,
"I just couldn't help myself." Chris chuckled. PJ then hit him upside the head, his face a dark shade of pink. He cleared his throat,
"So, if you want, you guys could - uh - stay the night here? I mean we'd be fine with it."
I looked over at Phil, who nodded,
"Yeah, sure."
Peej smiled,
"Great! You can borrow some of mine and Chris's clothes, and try not to shower for longer than 15 minutes. Because, you know, the water bill and stuff."
Chris then felt it necessary to add,
"But it's not much of a problem, considering me and Peej shower together, anyways."
PJ rolled his eyes, unlocking the door to the flat and letting us in.