Meredith smiled painting in silence for a few moment, she stepped down and refilled her bush a got back to work as Brian asked his next question. “I didn’t like the color of the original ones. So I decided enough was enough and that we souks paint over them,” she said with a small shrug.
"Mmm," he said in assent. To be perfectly honest, he wasn’t really paying attention, a plan was forming in his mind. There was plenty of paint, it wouldn’t hurt if a bit-or a lot-ended up on them instead of the wall. Plus, it would make a really good story and some good pictures. Under the pretense of painting the corner, he grabbed a paint brush and dipped it in paint, took aim, and flicked a glob at Meredith, then looked innocently away and painted the wall.
"Good," Meredith said with a smile as she opened a can and poured it on to a paint tray. "Wellllll, if you’re offering I won’t say no," she said with a grin as she looked over at him, and dipped her roller in the paint. Meredith laughed softly,and grabbed the stepping stool from and opened it up. She easily could’ve reached to top of the wall by simply using her powers, but she didn’t want to. It never felt fair when she used hers and Brian didn’t get to use his. "There’s more brushes and rollers in the bag" she said and pointed to a bag in the corner and starter to lay the soft green color on the walls.
Brian was grateful for her small gestures of not using her powers. He’d stopped using his because every time he did, he got out of his own control, and he hated that. But it didn’t matter, he could be as normal as possible now, which he had learned wasn’t always a bad thing. “Alright,” he said, his grin widening. He grabbed a roller and dipped it in paint, starting on the opposite side of the wall from Meredith. “So why are we painting, again?”
Meredith had moved most of the things out of the way for now, and was about to start laying down a sheet so as not to get paint on the carpet when Brian walked in. “Oh, Um you know just renovating,” she said casually laying the sheet down on the ground. “You don’t mind do you? The color was uh, starting to annoy me,” she said and gestured to the wall.
"No I don’t mind," he said, leaning against the door frame and taking a closer look at the room. All of the furniture was pushed up against one wall, and there were several paint cans littered across the floor. "You want help?" he asked with a grin.
Meredith woke up that morning and couldn’t help but stare at the walls in the bedroom. She had done this on a few occasions before but she never really did anything about it. It bugged her, the way they were so white and plain. Simply it was a time for a change. She thought over her descions later that morning as she stood in the check out line, she probably should’ve ran her ideas and complains over Brian before deciding to work on anything but something about it was just bothering her to the core about those walls.
She paid for her paint supplies and headed on back home, it was her day off and she was going to get stuff done. She entered the apartment not really focusing on where Brian might be and began moving furniture out of the room, excited for her new project and fresh new start.
Brian was trying to avoid anything to do with Breaking Bad, he did not want to get into that show, his life was already ruined enough. But when he heard something heavy scraping across the floor in the bedroom, he stood up, suddenly worried that someone was in his house. Slowly, he crept across the apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. He flung the door open, and saw Meredith shoving the furniture across the room, and he relaxed, until he realized that all of the furniture was in disarray. “Uh, whatcha doin, Mere?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
"Well it’s perfect." She said with a smile. It was truly that that they’d both been so busy, and Meredith loved every chance she got to spend time with Brian. "Ah yes, the puffy shirt. Who doesn’t love the puffy shirt?"She said with a small laugh. "Maybe I’ll get you a puffy shirt." She joked.
"I’d probably wear the puffy shirt," Brian said with a chuckle. He was mostly joking, but there was an element of seriousness there, puffy shirts looked fun.
"Totally" She agreed nodding her head. Meredith smiled as she watched him out in the discs eager for him to sit back on the on the couch, just so she could snuggle with him. She rested her head on her husband and pulled up a blanket and threw it over them. She giggled softly, "That sounds delightful. Thank you, Bri, this was a really nice way to start the day… And spend the day." She added with a smile then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Brian smiled, “You’re welcome! We’ve both been so busy lately that I thought this would be a good way to spend our lazy day.” As an afterthought, he added, “Plus we get to see Colin Firth and the puffy white shirt.”
"Oh wow, that is a lot I guess." Mereith grinned and bit her lip in thought. "Um what about the one with Colin Firth? Do we have that one?" She asked lookingn over the choices he had spread out. As soon as Brian did sit on the couch she leaned in to his bodily slightly. Resting her head on his shoulder.
"Of course!" he said, pulling it out from behind the other cases. "This is the best one! No one comes close to Colin Firth!" he bounced up to the DVD player and popped the first disc in and pressed play all so that he wouldn’t have to get up any time soon. When he sat back down, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said softly, "I also made tea and got scones to get into the whole British mood."
Meredith’s lips in curved upward in to a grin as Brian took her hand and lead her over to the couch. When she heard the plans for the day it some how got even bigger. “This,” she said trying to sound just as grand as him. “Sounds like a brilliant idea. And I’m glad we’re not running, because I think I would’ve started to cry. I don’t wanna run that much.” She stated the already known fact. “How many versions do we have again? I’ve lost count of them all.”She confessed laughing softly.
Brian counted mentally, “Uh, three or four? We have a lot. That’s not even counting the books and spin off books and series.” He sat down next to her, spreading out the DVDs that he could find, and asking, “Which one do you want to start with?”
Meredith woke up that morning, after a dream that wasn’t so great. She couldn’t remember all the exact details but she just woke up with a bad feeling. Meredith woke up and yawn already just wanting to crawl back in her cosy bed and fall back asleep the way she always felt during the morning. She knew that she couldn’t. It was already late enough as it was, and she knew she’d have to wake up much earlier during the week but decided not to dwell on that. She just decided to enjoy the amount of sleep she got.
She stood up and got dressed, and quickly fixed her hair not particularly worrying too much on her appearance for the day. She stepped out of the bedroom already hungry for the food and she walked in to the living room where she saw Brian was. “Hi there,” she said happily looking around. “Watcha got going on here?” She asked cocking her head slightly to the side looking at his array of blankets and pillows around.
Brian looked up, a blanket in hand, when Meredith spoke, he hadn’t expected her to wake up yet, but that gave them a longer day. “We,” he said dramatically, using the blanket to emphasize his already huge gesture, “are having a marathon today.” Tossing the blanket on the back of the couch, he crossed the room and grabbed her hand, dragging her across the room, and sat her down on the couch. “A marathon like no other! Because we will not be running 23 miles because that would suck. We are watching as many adaptations of Pride and Prejudice today that we can!” he said grandly, picking up every version they owned.
Brian woke up before Meredith that morning, and was thinking what he could do that would be fun for both of them. The first thing that came to mind was making her breakfast, but that was done too much. His next Idea was making her go on a scavenger hunt, but that sounded like too much worse. It was his last idea that sounded the best to him, which was a Pride and Prejudice marathon. They’d fit as many different movie adaptations as they could into one day. They’d start with the worst, of course, so that the day would get progressively better. While he was waiting for her to wake up, he set up the living room with blankets and pillows and tea, and even went out and bought scones.