break, and burn, and end

My gram gave me these pictures saying, “I’m still mad at you, but I found these and look how cute you are! Or were. I’m still mad.” Mixed signals…

He just laughed at her, shaking his head. He always mocked, she should know that by now. It was just what he did, he did it to everyone. “Oh right, how could I be so daft?” he asked, mocking her again. It was basically his second language. “You definitely should, it suits you.” It was the little things he liked best about this relationship, like how he told her he likes her in blue and that she’d wear it just for him. It just made this whole thing so easy. “Oh you’ll brag about me? You should already be doing that!” He looked up at her, winking. “Kidding. I think after these they’ll tell you to find another guy who can do them better, but you won’t because you love me too much.” He doubted any other boyfriend would do this so easily, and she obviously knew that too. He didn’t see what the big deal was, it wasn’t like they were his nails getting painted. He would draw the line at that. “Well you can but don’t stare! It’ll make me feel like your making little comments in your head or something, which I know you are!” he said, narrowing his eyes at her when she tickled his wrist and threatening to spill her polish all over her bed. “Don’t test me, I will dump this all over you, a pre-gaming paint glow.” He didn’t dare look up at her, pinching her when she moved to grab her phone to play music and he smudged some on her middle finger, groaning and wiping it away. “Nice, look what you made me do! Too lazy to tell me a story and you made me smudge my beautiful work.” If he could bother to look up at her he would, but he was too busy concentrating on doing this and having it actually come out decent. Or semi-decent. He’d settle for that. “Aw, our song. Okay fine, this works, you get a pass,”he said, wincing as he painted her thumb and pretty much painting more of her skin that her nail. “This is so frustrating wow. How do you do this all the time? I’d get so mad constantly.”

"Stop it! You'll be going out tonight if you mock me once more." But of course she couldn't say it without laughing. And practically every time he mocked her, she laughed too. It was hard not to. He just had a way about it, it was funny. He never meant it in a mean way. Unless they were fighting, but they weren't. It was funny, they never fought much in person. Except for that time in the beginning... but still. "Well I will. My boyfriend knows best," She smiled, enjoying the fact that he had no problem telling her what he liked her in. He did it a lot. Whether it was colors, or a shirt he pointed to in her closet, or a dress they saw in a window walking by one of the stores that she'd drag him into if she didn't think he'd whine his way out. He was just sweet like that, and in return she always wanted to wear those things. It's just how they worked. "Oh that's definitely what'll go down, yes. 'Your boyfriends painted your nails like an absolute idiot! Time to get rid of him!'" She smirked, leaning forward and kissing the corner of his mouth, not exactly wanting to mess him up but enjoying the look on his face when she did. "I do love you too much. Finally, you're right about something." Except Ryan was right about a lot of things. He was pretty damn smart. "I'm not making little comments! Unless I'm thinking about how damn attractive you are, then in that case, yes I am." She placed her free hand underneath his hand so that he wouldn't spill the bottle, giving him a look. "This doesn't even glow, it wouldn't be cool, so watch it." She looked away once he smudged her middle finger, trying really hard not to laugh. But she knew the sides of her mouth were giving her away. "Sorry I ruined your beautiful work," She looked back at him, just in time for him to practically paint half her nail and half her skin. She couldn't help but laugh this time, "Ryan! The thumb is like the easiest part! Are you kidding right now?" She asked through laughter, taking her free hand and wiping some off the excess polish off herself. It wasn't like she was expecting a perfect manicure  she wasn't. She would definitely enjoy saying her boyfriend gave it to her, though. Whether it was good or not.. which it was leaning more towards the 'not' at this point.

He just continued to sort through her collection, ignoring most since he pretty much had the color in his mind already. “Slight obsessions? I think this goes past that a little bit.” It was weird, he didn’t really collect anything, but always made it so when he traveled somewhere he took a picture with some famous monument or place. That counted for something, right? “Sure, pastels and fall and red and orange,” he muttered, mocking her slightly because he honestly had no idea what he was saying. He didn’t think he had an eye for this kind of stuff, but she clearly did. “I guess so, yeah. Didn’t think of it like that, but that makes sense miss artist.” Painting nails and painting pictures were two totally different things, but he hadn’t actually thought of it like that. She would. “You’re welcome. I also like you in blue, but that’s because it’s my favorite color.” He took the bottle, twisting it between his hands like she said, shrugging after a few seconds. “You ready for this?” He pulled on her hand so it would be closer to him, opening the cap and taking the brush out, wiping off the excess polish. “Oh they’ll be so great, you’ll want to show them off to all your friends.” He figured he’d start with her pinkie finger, brushing the color on lightly and managing not to smudge it everywhere. “Don’t stare at me or you’ll make me nervous,” he said, looking up at her quickly before turning his attention back to her hand. “So far so good.” He knew it took more than one coat, his basic knowledge went that far, so he moved onto her ring finger, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he focused. “Sing me a song while I work, make yourself useful. Or tell me a story.. something!”

"Don't you start mocking me!" She could easily tell when he was mocking her in person, but over text it usually went right over her head. Unless it was really obvious. "Of course it makes sense, I mean, I said it..." Everything she said made sense, clearly. Wasn't that obvious? "Blue, huh? I don't even wear that much blue..." She then smiled, tilting her head to the side. "Maybe I will now." Just knowing he liked her in blue, was enough to get her to wear it a little bit more. "Oh I've been ready, and I'll definitely show these off to my friends. I mean it's not everyday that they get their boyfriends to paint their nails, so I can brag about how perfect you are and all that." Definitely something she really would brag about, as if she didn't already in a low-key manner. She was watching him closely, surprised that he didn't get any nail polish on her skin, though it was just the pinky so it wasn't that hard, but still. "I can't even watch you?! That's so unfair. I want to see it all. Don't make me look away." She grinned, using her fingertips on her free hand to tickle the wrist that was holding the bottle of nail polish. "Plus, I shouldn't make you nervous." She carefully reached for her phone, rolling her eyes. "If I play some music, will that shut you up?" Without waiting for an answer, she played 'Home' because that was definitely their song, and how in the world could he ask her to shut that off? Right, he couldn't. And she resumed staring at him as painted.

Ever since they first started hanging out he’d always made himself comfortable on her bed, and she had pretty much done the same thing with him. Neither of them were shy, but it was a lot easier now that they were dating. It was all pretty normal at this point. “Thank you,” he said, grabbing the basket from her but not before casting her a look and chuckling. “I think someone likes nail polish just a little too much.” He looked at the colors she was giving him, putting the pink away and placing the purple off the side. That was a maybe. Pink was a no right away, for past relationship purposes. No pink nails ever. “Hm, maybe this mint color. I think that would be pretty cool.” He continued to look, finding every color he could ever want to choose from, deciding she was definitely crazy. “Okay you’re an addict, I think I found your crack,” he said, shaking his head and laughing at her. “But I might have to go for this purplish color. I like you in purple,” he decided, tossing the others back in the basket and shaking the bottle. “You always shake it first right? I’ve seen people do this, so I’m assuming that’s right.” He was working off very little knowledge. “I’m guessing your okay doing this on your bed,” he said, crossing his legs and grabbing her left hand, smiling at her. “If they look like crap, don’t blame me.”

She ignored the look he gave her, like she was insane. She was used to it, but she was also proud of her collection. There was rarely a color she didn't have. "We all have our slight obsessions..." She reasoned, shrugging innocently. She watched him put the pink away immediately, but didn't question it. He was the one picking the colors after all. "Yeah, it is cute. Pastel colors are always Fall-like, I think." She usually wore a lot of pastel no matter what, though. They just fit her nicely. She watched him dig through the basket, smirking lightly at the look on his face as he did so. "It's not crack! It's just.. it's basically paint. It's like I'm painting! Just on my nails. I mean, it's obvious that I would like this." She always liked keeping up with her nails, as well as her toenails, and other small things like that. She just liked looking nice. "You do? Thanks." She wore purple a lot, and it happened to be her favorite color, so there was nothing better than hearing that. "I used to think you shook them, turns out you roll it between your hands. Something about the polish capturing air, I don't even know." She waved her hand, ignoring it completely. So maybe she watched a lot of tutorials on things to do with nail polish too... oh well. "Yeah, I could care less." She watched him take her hand, not being able to hold back her smile as she watched him. Little to no guy would ever do this, but he was just.. the best. "Oh, I won't blame you, I promise." She was quiet for a second, her fingers tickling his wrist lightly as he opened the bottle. "They'll come out brilliant, I know it." Probably not, but she'd love them either way.

He knocked on the door, feeling himself being pulled inside and the door shutting behind him. “Well hello to you too,” he said, smoothing out his shirt and looking her up and down. “Very nice, I like it. Can’t wait to see it all full of paint.” He walked past her and sat himself down on her bed. “So? Show me my options so I can pick a color,” he said, crossing his arms as he waited. “I told you I can’t paint for shit, right?” 

She liked that he made himself at home, as if it was his own dorm, and his own bed. She did the same whenever she went to his hotel room, though with his stuff all scattered around - it felt just like his room. "Oh! All the options." She made her way to her closet, picking up a basket and bringing it over to the bed with a little bit of a struggle. She really didn't realize how much nail polish she had until she had to bring the basket somewhere. "Let's see... I got this pretty purple the other day. I like this pink too though. And this mintish color..." She was picking up a nail polish each time she said a color, pushing it towards him. "Um." She looked up, "You can pick between those, or look through here." She paused, "I know you can't 'paint for shit' but really it's not that hard. And it's just me, you mess up, who cares." She held out her hands, wiggling her fingers excitedly. She didn't know exactly why she was so happy he'd agreed to do this, but, it was just cute.