The Babysitter novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: (Aubrey's POV)- Paint

After lying in bed for about half an hour, I got bored. Yeah, that's an issue. I'm tired but I'm bored of just lying there.

"I'm bored, let's do something." I rested my chin on the back of my hand which rested on the pillow while I lied flat on my stomach.

"I thought you wanted to lay in bed?" he laughed while putting his phone aside while I did the same.

"Yeah, that was before boredom hit me." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"What do you want to do?" he chuckled while lying down, mirroring me.

"Paint."

Confusion instantly formed on his face as his eyebrows knitted.

"Let's paint," I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Okay," he laughed. "We'll do it in the backyard, so the house doesn't get messy," he shrugged before getting up while I did too.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tied it around my waist to prevent it from blowing around due to the wind outside.

Before getting outside, we stopped at the closet behind the stairs to grab paints I assume. There were only two canvases left, lucky us. We both grabbed one each while he grabbed the paints and I took the brushes and then headed outside. We set them down on the ground with a sigh before just staring at the canvases for a moment.

I stared, thinking out what I'd paint before it hit me. I just decided to paint a sunset with clouds. So I grabbed the paint, and paintbrushes and poured orange and yellow paint all over the canvas.

He was still standing there and I was almost done with my background. I finished and now had to wait for it to dry. "Are you even gonna paint?" I laughed while wiping my hands with a rag that we had brought.

"Certainly," he nodded before grabbing the bottle of blue paint and dipping his brush in it before splashing the brush right on me.

I gasped while turning my head to avoid any getting on my face. "Parker!" I screamed while looking down at my clothes. Technically his, so his loss, not mine.

"Oops," he shrugged carelessly.

I acted on impulse and grabbed the red bottle but before I could grab a brush, he took all of them. The whole pack. So I turned to my next option. My hand. I dipped my hand in the bottle gathering paint, splashing it straight on him.

"You're dead, Carthy," he threatened, his voice calm.

"Oops," I shrugged. I saw him gathering more paint in his hands and began moving my feet, running as fast as I could, all around the huge backyard. I rang and I ran, ignoring him behind me or at least trying to, increasing my speed just as he was about to get me.

I saw the huge oak tree and ran up behind it. I was about to run around it but he came out from the other side and wrapped his arm around my waist before I could get away. "Hello," he grinned down at him.

He re-dipped his two fingers in the blue paint before rubbing them on my cheeks. "First here," he smiled while applying paint on my left cheek. "Then here," he finished by applying it on my right.

"My turn," I smirked. Before he could run, I dipped my two fingers and ran two streaks down his cheeks as he had done to me.

"You're lucky I put your clothes in the laundry," he smiled at me.

"Point me to the shower will you?" I spoke sarcastically. He put the paint down but his grip on my waist didn't falter, not one bit. "You planning on letting me go?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"No," he shook his head with a goofy grin on his lips.

"Let me go, Xavier! We should wash this off before it dries." I tried wiping the paint off with my sleeve which only resulted in Xavier laughing.

"You just smudged it everywhere," he laughed before taking my hand and the sleeve and wiping the paint off my cheeks. "There," he smiled.

I used the other sleeve to wipe it off his cheeks. "There." I smiled mockingly.

He shook his head before letting me go.