Lizzie paints delphiniums on the wall behind our bed, blue to match my tattoo. She draws us in purple. When I protest, she flicks paint at me. “Now it’s correct.”
I steal the brush to paint stars in our eyes and moons on our breasts. With a pencil from the nightstand, she draws a moustache on my purple face, the one on the wall, and shrieks as my bright blue handprints find her body.
Dork, she writes above my portrait. Nerd, I write above hers.
She kisses me, her lips leaving a trail of little blue flowers that will never disappear.