paint

/peɪnt/

noun

a coloured substance which is spread over a surface and dries to leave a thin decorative or protective coating

We arrived back home after two beautiful weeks of completing half my bucket list, Blake had to do a few things so he dropped me of at Belles new apartment to which she had moved in with Tyrone. I was now in the toilets, holding onto my fallen hair. Every piece removes hope from me. And there was a lot of it on the floor.

All I did was brush my hair, I hear a soft knock on the bathroom door before it opens revealing Belles face. She walks in with wide eyes before her mouth closing. She crouches down picking up the fallen hair as she stares at my half bald head. "It's fine...It's okay..we can-we can-" I said, trying to think of ideas but nothing come up to my mind.

"Shave it...shave it all off...I'm not letting cancer take this away from me..I will do it.." I mutter standing up removing the concern and smile leaving the face of Belle. She nods her head opening her draw to take out her shaver. I smile letting out a release of hope, she puts a chair in front of the mirror to sit on as I look at the reflection of her plugging in the shaver.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes..I am." She nods her head and I close my eyes hearing the buzzing sound of the shaver being turned on, thats when I feel it against my head. I bite onto my lips nodding my head as I feel the soft strokes of my hair leave my head. I let out a laugh of relief as I feel myself finally winning something. Belle laughs with me before tears leave my eyes, for the first time I felt ugly.

I was trying to keep myself hold but I couldn't, I notice belle shaking her head as I saw my bald head. the prickles of growing hair showing. "Why-I look ugly...I look hideous.." I whispered removing the tears that left my eyes. "I-"

"You look fucking beautiful, hey-hey look at me." Belle says crouching down to me, I look down at her eyes, there was something of the hazel tree in her hazel eyes, not only the comforting browns of the boughs yet also the green of springtime buds. Belle had eyes of the sea and wet pebbles. The centre was all pebble, soft reflective browns, spreading out to waves of sea blues and greens under an overcast sky. The outer edge was rimmed in deep ocean blue, but the over all effect was of hazel eyes, the brown elements being more dominant since they complimented her hair and the freckles that lay over her the bridge of her nose.

"You are not ugly...do you understand me? You are beautiful, courageous and strong. And you know what? Fuck hair." She switches on the shave and rested It against her head before pulling it down, I gaps trying to grab it before the hair falls of. "Fuck hair Amira." She yanks my hand away as she continues, the tears sprung out of my eyes along with her smile and my own. The tears leave her own eyes nodding her head as she finishes and throws the shaver.

We both cried together, our forehead touching each others. I engulf her in a strong hug, thanking god for a best friend like her. "Hair doesn't define us...we both go through everything together." My tears wet her shoulder before we actually shave our heads properly laughing at how stupid we look.

Everyone was in the living room, Tyrone, Maria, Lorenzo, Jake, Kyle and Blake. They were laughing loudly as I felt Belles hands engulf my own giving me a curt nod. She wore a wig because she didn't want to take all the attention. I kissed her cheeks and thanked her as we walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

All eyes were on me, Blake turns his head and I already regret this...I already wanted the whole to swallow me into the ground. I was embarrassed, I felt so embarrassed and instead of me thinking Blake was going to look at me with disgust he looked at me with love. He stood up and walked towards me, everyone stayed quiet as his hands rested on my cheeks.

"Beautiful." He whispers, I feel the tears forming but I blinked them away the minute I feel his lips pressing against my own. I breathed in happily as we pulled apart. "It's a new look.."

"It sure is and I think It's pretty cool." Jake shouts from behind us, I chuckle shaking my head as I look into his deep blue eyes. "You look stunning Amira."Kyle answers back. "I know she does, I gave her the haircut." Belle repeated laughing as Tyrone pushed her into his chest. We walked towards the couch, the vibe was absolutely perfect...I need this positivity. I gave belle a curt nod and she winks at me.

"I think It's time for us to complete the third thing of your bucket list."

I put down my tea cup onto the marble counter as I lean abasing my elbows. I hear Blakes voice from the front door and I turn my body around seeing him hold three bucket of paint in his hands, there was a huge cover in the pit of his arms along with another shopping bag. He settles it onto the ground.

"Blake, is that paint?" He nods his head and walks toward some holding a small black box, I chuckle as he steps in-between my legs. He hands me the box and I bite onto my lips opening the lid, only to reveal another charm. It had an engraving of a paint bucket and the date on the back.

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously, that wall is plain as fuck and I think It's time to add a bit of a woman touch." I squeal in excitement and engulf him into a huge hug. I kiss every single part of his face before running towards the paint. Blake follows behind me grabbing the floor covers and rolling it abasing the wall we were painting. He opens the lids of the paint and hands me a paint brush.

"Go on.." he says nodding at the wall, I throw the paintbrush and plunge my hand into the paint before smothering the wall with it Blake going in and we have an attack with the wall. The laughter echoes around the apartment. I bend down and grab a handful of paint before having a small idea. I walk towards Blake and smother his black shirt with it before wiping the remains onto his cheeks. He gasps over dramatically.

He grabs the paint bucket and I shake my head as he nods his own, "No Blake...no-no-NO!" I scream before he throws the entire bucket of paint all over my body. I gasp wiping it away from my face as I stare at his state. I grab the black paint and his eyes widen, I laugh horridly running after him as he dashes quickly.

"AMIRA! NO." I wickedly tip the pain over him and he grabs my hands wiping the black paint over my face as I do it to his hair. He pushes me against the wall allowing my body to print against it.

People think of laughing as a noise that comes from the mouth, but when Blake laughed it was nothing like that. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. Yet truly, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within, it was just the way he was wired. People like him just have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses.

He walks towards me before slipping onto the ground, I laugh loudly as I walk towards him. I hand him my hand and instead of pulling him up he pulls me down. I chuckle shaking my head, his lips find my own.

I take a paint brush dipping it inside before writing the words, 'Hope' I drop the paint brush onto the covering and look around at the mess we've made. I screeched my face and look at Blake who drew a heart next to my words as he turns back at me.

"I think this wall is sick." he chuckle as he walks back besides me, we analyse the mess we've made onto the wall. "Is that a tick on your bucket list?"

"It sure is-" Before anything was said the bell for the front door rang, me thinking it was my food I rushed towards it happily as Blake followed behind me. We swung open the door and it revealed an older woman wearing a suit, her beautiful black locks were strung behind her. Her blue grey eyes immediately connected that before me was Blakes mother.

She looked the both of us up and down before raising a confused eyebrow, "why wasn't I invited to paint?" she mutters throwing the plate at Blake who caught it with ease. "Hello mother-"

"Is this Amira?" Blake nods his head and I turn towards him, "I would hug you but clearly...It's an honour meeting the girl who stole my sons black heart. You are beautiful..wow she really is pretty." She whispers the last few words to Blake before winking at him, I chuckled thanking her as she pulls me in for a talk.

"I'm sorry for the mess, I didn't know you were visiting, since you rarely do." Blake says sliding the plate on the table before walking back towards us. "Do you want anything to drink Mrs Moretti?"

"Oh please call me Ari and no, we have a lot to talk about...also I have to leave a little early." I nod my head before hearing Blake say a few words and walk away towards his bedroom.

"Obviously...do...never..time...for..me" Those were the words he said as he walked away, leaving me to fix the senate which was slightly easy for me. Did Blake have a past with his mother? I mean he has never talked about her nor brought her up except for one time.

I looked int eh direction of Ari, she sighs and shakes her head. "Anyways, tell me about yourself."