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What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

Thanks, Mike...

"Babe, you've been zoning out for the past... 12 minutes." Mike grinned, checking the small clock above the window of the cramped art classroom.

"S-Sorry." I blushed, shooting him a small smile. He shook his head, a crooked grin seeming plastered onto his adorable face. "Don't apologise, It's cute." He muttered, flicking a pencil shaving off of the recently cleaned desks.

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows in a teasing manner, "Yes, you ass." Mike chuckled, glancing towards the tabletop.

"What were you thinking about, anyway?" He said more quietly, noticing the art teachers vicious glare.
"The fact that we have a maths homework due tomorrow." I let my head drop onto the table. I hadn't even started it, but I had plans with Mike!

"Turtle? Toooonnyyy!" And then i felt something wet hit the side of my head. Almost instantly, my head snapped up towards Mike who was looking around innocently, whilst some red paint began to drip down the loose strands of my hair.

My mouth dropped open as I reached my arm up to where my head was becoming insanely cold and withdrew it sharply when I touched a sticky substance. I glanced down at my hand; It was covered in red paint. Glaring at mike, I picked up my own paintbrush, which was currently covered in a light blue paint and flicked it at him, paint landing on his pristine white shirt.

I heard him gasp while I tried to conceal my laughter. I soon was splattered in some more paint, yellow this time.

"There! Now you're orange!" He grinned like a child. He is a fucking child. I narrowed my eyes at him. This is war.

Staying completely silent, I stood from my plastic blue chair, It's the same color Mike's shirt! and walked over to the back of the classroom, towards the paint cupboard. With a smirk, I opened the squeaky yellow door and knelt down, my eyes skimming the colors... What color goes well with blue?.. I picked up a bottle of Ready mixed black paint And stood back up, holding back a grin. Black goes with everything..

Mike looked fearful as I returned to the table, but I simply set the paint down, got myself set back up, and squirted some black onto the small pallet that was to the side, before setting it back down rather close to myself. Cleaning to paintbrush in the water, I dipped it into the black paint and began doing outlines, as to not raise suspicion.

Waiting until Mike had settled back into his own painting, although I could see him sneak some glances in my direction out of the corner of his eye. I took a breath and grabbed the paint bottle, and rapidly squeezing it, I heard Mike squeal. MIKE FUCKING FUENTES SQUEALED.

"This means war, Perry." He snarled, flicking even more paint, this time it landed on my grey shirt, which is now green. Thanks, Mike.

"Perry! Fuentes! Get out of my classroom this instant!" The teacher screamed, her vocal chords seeming to have snapped during that sentence. Ow, My ears.

My eyes widened and slowly I stood,all eyes on Mike and myself. I shuffled out awkwardly behind Mike, the drab door slamming closed after us.

The next moment we were doubled over, laughing. There as tears running down my cheeks, just looking at Mike's multi-colored body sent me into hysterics. I'll admit, Having drying paint in my hair and partially on my face didn't feel the greatest, but I sure as hell wouldn't let that ruin the moment.

All laughter ceased after a few moments and we were both gasping from laughing too hard.
I met Mike's lovefilled gaze and grinned towards him, intertwining our paint covered hands. Because somehow the paint ran down my neck, arm and onto my hand. Wow, paint travels quickly.

Notes

Hopefully you enjoyed this.
AvengedMiceAndMen, your last chapter was adorable and I loved it so much! c:
Paint fight... WHY NOT? :3
I HAVE BLUE HAIR NOW, WOO.
In other news...
I SAW BLACK VEIL BRIDES AND ANDY WALKED OFF STAGE. HE ACTUALLY YELLED "Fuck You, Glasgow!" and threw the microphone onto the fucking floor! Ashley was left on stage by himself, as the rest ran after him :3 ALSO we all sang saviour without any instruments :3 I got elbowed in the face a few times cx ATTILA PITS, I SWEAR. cx

ASKING ALEXANDRIA IN 4 DAYS CX

Song <3 I'm actually inlove with these guys right now.. cx Here is another one, that their guitarist, Kier sings.

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-Alisha(BrothersInCrime)

Comments

@Say all that you hav to say
AW SNAP XD WHY THANK YOU, YOU ARE ALSO PRETTY FABBY. :)

BrothersInCrime BrothersInCrime
2/20/15

@Say all that you hav to say
AW SNAP XD WHY THANK YOU, YOU ARE ALSO PRETTY FABBY. :)

BrothersInCrime BrothersInCrime
2/20/15

@BrothersInCrime
ITS PRETTY COOL BUT NOT LIKE YOU *wink wink*

@Say all that you hav to say
OKAY YES I LOVE YPU TOO AND PERRENTES IS COOL.

BrothersInCrime BrothersInCrime
2/15/15

@BrothersInCrime
YES OMG I LOVE YOU OKAY AND PERRENTES