Chapter Five - Lesson 3 - Princes fight for their damsels.
A/N: I’m honestly so sorry for how long its taken. I will be updating not tomorrow, but the day after and then next Saturday, and then back to normal. I have reason, I’ve been away on caravanning, I’m not going to ramble about it :P Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy. I honestly can not explain how much it means to me you all reading and leaving such lovely comments! ~Rhi xoxo
“Jamie, please stop you’re awful!” Austin chuckled, looking at the ‘mess’ he had claimed I’d created. I on the other hand, thought it was creative. I had the paint crisscrossing, forming little union jacks almost on the wall.
“I’m not that bad, thank you.” I said rolling the roller into the paint before rolling it over Austin’s arm.
“Oh, very mature Jam.” Jam had become my new nickname, since I sat on the counter top with a spoon digging out of the jam jar that morning.
“Oh smile Austin. Haven’t you always wanted a paint fight?” I smiled, catching that small twinkle in his eyes.
“ How about we sort this mess out first?” He said dipping his fingers into the paint and wiping the paint onto my cheek, leaving me jaw dropped.
Running over to behind the kitchen he picked up his phone, quickly dialling someone’s number, while he had one muscular arm stretched out, gesturing for me to stay back.
“Chicken!” I laughed, before prancing around doing a chicken dance, flapping my arms whilst performing my best chicken noises. He blanked me out while I went back to creating my mess upon the wall. Who’d of thought you might need to have some sort of painting skills to paint a wall.
“Awesome. Yeah… See ya then.” I over heard Austin say before flicking her phone shut.
“Wow, your blunt on the phone.” I commented. There was most defiantly a list of things I never did understand about guys.
1. Why they can never put the toilet seat down.
2. Why they get over excited when watching sports.
3. There bluntness towards each other.
I mean really? Who can have just a blunt conversation towards people so naturally, I sure couldn’t. I ramble on the phone for hours.
“Would you of liked me to ramble on and allow you to ruin the whole room whilst I was doing so. Believe it or not it’s painful watching you paint so horribly.” He smirked, whilst I sighed stepping back to look at the part I was painting compared to his.
I know now why my father -when he was sober- would never allow me to paint a room. That’s why Nana Pam would have to take me to a different room and read me Beauty and the Beast, or watch it with me until people had put paints away.
I loved to paint, the idea of being messy when I was kid always appealed to me. I didn’t care whether it was mud, water or paint. I liked to the paint with it. I was terrible at it, still am but it never stopped me.
“Who’d you ring anyway? Besides it’s not that bad, thank you.” I remarked sending him two daggers, while he just scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Course it isn’t. Ryan. See, us guys can paint a room and not muck it up.”
It was my turn to scoff and roll my eyes. I’d believe that when I see it. “Well you do your amazing paint skills cause it’s ‘what you guys can’t muck up’” I said imitating his voice, badly.
“Have I ever told you that I have never met any adult as childish as you?” He questioned, whilst I walked away humming, admiring my paint covered dungarees.
“I’m sorry for enjoying life Mr. Grumpy.” I retorted, pulling out the coffee jar and a blue mug, with black ink reading ‘Little Miss Sunshine.’
“Jam do be a lovely little house maid and make the master of this house hold a glass of orange juice?” Austin asked whilst rolling the paint over my sloppy paint skills.
“The master of this household has arms and legs that work perfectly fine, therefore isn’t an invalid who can pour himself a glass.” I smiled, proud of my little come back. I was no going to be the hand-maiden in here. I was not going to be pulling all of the weight, he was going to start helping. Although, yes painting is hard work.
“Put this master is working his butt of fixing the hand maidens mess?” His response sounded more of a question than a statement.
“How about I make brownies for him instead, since we are out of orange and I’m not willing to go all the way to the local store for the royal fatty.”
“Fatty? Don’t you mean the tall, dark handsome royal man?” A sly, smirk forming on his face. The smile that could send any girl swooning over him.
“Hm… I’m sure I’ve seen a few grew hairs and a podgy beginning to form.”
Placing a hand over his heart, he pretend to be offended by my remark. “Oh please, me going grey? I think you need your eyes checked sweetie.” He winked.
Before I was able to reply a light cheery knock came from the door. “ This is not over Mr.” I said waving a spoon over at him.
“COME IN!” Austin yelled, while I raised an eyebrow looking over to the door to see Katie walking in cheerily.
“You two haven’t seen Chester have you?” She asked, popping her bag on the coat rack, along with her coat. I have to admit I still wasn’t to used to the walking in. I mean it never bothered Austin, while I was still somewhat uncertain to it.
“Nope. Is it at work or the pub maybe?” Austin put in, while I was left pondering to who Chester was. I was guessing maybe Katie’s fiancée, or husband or even just a boyfriend.
“Decorating? I see your already adding a women’s touch!” She beamed walking over to greet Austin with a friendly hug, just as the door opened again to reveal a tall blonde haired man, who was all to familiar for my liking.
“You called about painting?” He raised an eyebrow, before looking around the room his eyes stopping on me. Did he remember me from high school like I remembered him, or was it like Myka had said. I’d changed. Ryan Sullivan.
“You never said that their would be beautiful ladies hanging around whilst we do the job. I’d of made a special effort to look nice.”Ryan smirked continuously looking my way.
I scoffed going back to my coffee and brownie making.
“Oh, Jayme this is Ryan, Ryan this is Jayme. You’ve meet Katie before.” He smiled, chucking him over a roller for the paint.
“Hey,” Katie said still as friendly as ever.
“I know who he is,” I snarled tying my hair back into a messy up-do. Maybe I should of at least try to play nice it could of got us on to a great wonderful road to friendship again!.. As if that would happen. I clang to the past too much.
“You do?” Austin asked curiously.
Ryan followed, arching an eyebrow, “we have?”
“Yeah, all the way back in high school. I was friends with you and Mykaella.. You know Jayme Lewis.. The girl who was always willing to give second chances and got screwed over by you?” I input, trying to jog his memory a little.
“Jayme.. Oh Jayme.” He thought for a few moments while Katie and Austin looked towards each other before back towards me and Ryan. “I remember, I think I’ve still got a picture of me, you and some other chick.
After a few moments of awkward silence Katie spoke up, trying to ease the mood. “Well at least we don’t need to ask how they met, aye?”
“The pasts the past. Now how about we get this room done, aye?” Ryan finally said.
Whilst the boys were painting and making jokes, Katie helped me with my brownie making while I told her about high school and Ryan’s ditching for popularity. She understood why I felt a small hatred but she told me that I’d need to let go of the past even if it was hard.
“Ergh!” I groaned, flinging my head back, why did he still have a picture of me, Myka and him?!
“I looked horrible in High School and now, now one of the only good looking guys I know are going to be seeing the horrible Jayme Lewis from back when she was called all sorts of things. High school certainly wasn’t my greatest years.”
“Oh I’m sure you’ll look fine in them sweetie.” She paused for a moment smiling, “did you just call Austin good looking?” She asked raising an eyebrow.
“No..?” I flushed.
“Oh sweetie, no need to be all embarrassed, nearly everyone’s a sucker for him. Sadly, he’s never open to dating people, it’s like he’s searching for Miss. Right just to pop up out of no where.” She sighed, leaning back against the desktop. (Counter)
A small part of me inside felt like something had been ripped out, stamped on and torn up again before being feed to a hungry bulldog.
“Really?” I swallowed down what ever emotion I had just felt before smiling, looking over at the two.
Maybe I could start a new leaf with Ryan.
“Brownies are ready!” I chimed, listening to the dropping of the paint rollers and the racing of the feet.
“Thank heavens there’s cloth on the floor, or there would be more paint on the floor.” I said.
“Oh, you know what men are like, their either thinking of their stomach or in their pants.” Katie chuckled, causing me to let out a small laugh.
“That’s not true. I often think with my heart when it comes to the Ladies.” Ryan said, wiggling his eyebrows at me, before pouting his lips out as if asking for a kiss.
I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him.
There was no way I was going to able to start a new leaf with Mr. comes across as a player.
“You look very much like a fish when you pout your lips..” Austin said dully, making a joke. I beamed, stretching out my hand only to get what felt like a punch given to my hand.
“I don’t think you’re strong enough Jayme.” Austin smiled taking a piping hot brownie from the cooling rack.
“Oh you all are going to be coming to my house warming right?” Katie asked quickly.
“A party? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ryan said, inviting himself by the looks of things, whilst I nodded. Austin replied with a casually Austin reply of ‘ Yep’ popping the ‘P’