AN: This chapter is mostly about Isla, there will be some POV from the boys as well, this is set on the day this chapter comes out, also, I'm basically using myself as a personality example for Isla. Enjoy!
Isla POV
I'm getting bored of sitting at home and doing nothing. Apart from the occasional video shooting for Life of Luxury, we barely do much else. Parker won't let me out of the house other than to buy groceries. I wish we could install something inside the house, there isn't anything interesting inside the house because we're all adults.
This place is really dull, mostly because Parker bought it while I was in high school, because it was a boarding school, and he was already graduated from it as well (4 year difference), so, he, being the boring older brother, painted it grey, white and black in different places. By the time I graduated, he had painted my room white, and said all I was allowed to do is put up pictures, no painting.
He's probably forgotten by now, so I have an idea, an idea featuring rose-gold wall paint and acrylic paint. I have a cycle, strong enough to carry 10 bags of groceries (lockdown storage). I should be able to paint it quite easily, because my room only has a desk, a closet, a nightstand, and a bed, because that's all I need. Also, the walls will most likely only need one coat because the background is white. Two coats max. After that, I'll use the acrylic paint for decor. My art teacher always used to say that I was great at the subject, and Parker says I still am, so, we will have butterflies, flowers, and loads of other things, including Harry Potter and Percy Jackson related pictures.
I am a huge fan of both fandoms, and have read so many of the fanfictions about both, including crossovers. My favourite site to use is Wattpad. Parker says I read too much, and he has reason to, I spend nights reading as well as daytime. It's interesting. My favourite types are the ones where Percy and the gang go to Hogwarts, as teachers or to protect Harry. Also, I have (indeed) forced both Parker and Chester to watch Potter Puppet Pals with me (I have footage, that they don't know about), and they were still humming the Mysterious Ticking Noise two weeks later.
Anyways, my room is going to look cool, and I'm not letting the boys in until it's finished.
(Time skip)
Ok, so I have paint, and brushes, and I found some rollers and trays in the garage, and some old, really big covers that I'm going to lay on the floor, where the walls are. I have four tins of paint, just in case, and 20 tubes of acrylic paint, with two of each colour. Parker and Chester are downstairs, doing something in the backyard. My windows face the backyard, so I'm making sure that they stay down there, because I threw a few of the trash bags out there. When I say trash bags I mean trash bags that have been used. I told them that it was there, and it must have come with the wind. We don't do much with the backyard so they weren't suspicious.
They've gone out with litter pickers and trash bags, Chester's holding the bag while Parker picks up the trash, they both have gloves on too. It's funny watching them, because they're both clean freaks, which is very rare in boys. Each objects is put in with disgust and relief very visible on their faces. I've taken extra care to stick some cans and paper in the bushes too, and to throw the odd few cans in the huge rose bush that is in the corner of the backyard, by the shed. Luckily for Parker, the litter picker is super long, so he won't be pricked by the thorns.
(1 hour later)
The boys are still at it, and I've already painted the walls of my room. I'm currently eating an apple while watching them. The backyard is huge, so it's taking them a while. The paint should be dry in two hours, and the second coat should be dry by night time. I love the shade of the walls, they look glossy and shiny because of the paint.
"You guys hungry?" I ask
"Yes, can you get us some food?" Says Parker, while trying miserably to get the cans in the rose bush "Ouch!"
"Ok, I'll be back soon" And I go inside.
I laugh as Parker accidentally grabs a branch from the bush with his eyes closed. Chester tells him it's a branch, but he still puts it in the bag. I go to the kitchen and make them nachos with a healthy chocolate shake (my own recipe).
"Guys, it's probably better to eat inside!" I yell at them.
"WE'LL COME IN SOON" I hear Chester shout back.
I play My Way, by RageElixir and YaBoiAction. It's my second favourite song after School Degree.
The boys come in, acting like the trash had coronavirus, going straight to wash their hands with soap and water. I watch them as they run like the Grim Reaper is chasing them, all the way down to the kitchen sink. Half of my entertainment is from their clean freak antics. They eat, then go back outside to do the rest of the cleaning. I go upstairs to my room, the rose gold looks so cool dried. I add the second coat then go downstairs again, and binge watch Friends on Netflix.
After about 5 hours (9pm) I go to my room, and the paint is dry. I clear away the rollers, trays, paint tins, and sheets, and hide the paint tubes, brushes and palettes in my desk. Parker's dealing with the last few small bits of trash, and Chester is wheelbarrowing out the trash bags. I'm going to paint the decor when they sleep during the night.
(Fast forward to night time)
Chester POV
I'm in my room right now, just looking through social media, when I spot that Isla's online on WhatsApp. Strange. Wonder what's she's up to? Most likely reading fanfiction. I feel clean again after the shower I had. I spent a whole 15 minutes scrubbing out any spots that my eyes could see. Yikes, that trash was gnarly. I can hear Parker snoring, so he's asleep. It's about 1am, so I feel really tired after the clean up. Wait a minute, was that something falling down?
I quietly leave my room, and check the hallway. Another crash. It's coming from Isla's room. I knock on her door. "Isla?"
The door is slightly open, and there's a light on. I push it open wider.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper. She turns around, shocked "Chester? What are you doing awake?"
"I heard a crash from here, I was almost asleep" I say, looking around. Oh, must've been those paint tubes.
"Paint tubes?! What are those for?"
Then I take a closer look at what she's doing. She's holding a palette in her left hand and a paintbrush in her right, and on the wall, there's the beginnings of a rose.
"Why are you painting in the middle of the night?" I ask her
"Shhh, I didn't want Parker to know until I was done, he's made me keep these walls on whitewash for the past year." She answers
"I didn't know you painted" Then I noticed the color of the walls, they were now a vibrant rose gold.
"You did that while we were cleaning?"
"Yeah, the trash was a distraction"
"Wow, you're really good", I say, looking at the intricate butterflies and the other Harry Potter and Percy Jackson paintings. There were also pictures of all of us hanging above her bed, some with just one of us, some of Parker and me, some of her and Parker, and some of us together. There was also one of all of us together, from her birthday.
"It looks great" I tell her.
"Thanks, I'm nearly done, just painting the rest of this wall then I'm finished."
"Cool, want some help?"
"Sure"
I did some fanarts back in high school, so I know a bit about paint. We both paint the flowers and butterflies, losing ourselves in the paint, and then, without us even realising, we had finished, and our brushes had met at the centre of a heart. One side was light pink and the other side was dark red. Our eyes met each other and we both blushed, looking away.
"Well, looks like we're done" she said happily
It's 2am, and I go to wash my hands in the bathroom.
"Need help clearing up?" I say, coming back, but Isla already fast asleep on her bed. I smile, tucking her in and clearing away the palettes, paint and brushes. The room looks like something out of a fairytale, and the heart is right in the middle of the wall, and it's huge, like it's the actual heart of the room. I feel really sleepy, suddenly, and ...
AN: Ok, I left that on a cliffie (mwhahaha) next chapter will carry on, a bit more fluff between Chester and Isla, and chapter 5 will be out soon. Bye!