On Sunday, we didn't do much. I woke up around nine that morning and went downstairs. I ate some cereal while watching the telly, completely bored out of my mind.
Mum and dad went into work that day. Liam said they usually didn't, but whatever reason they had to go in for, it was clearly important. I had wanted to ask them if I could buy some hair dye. There was too much brown on my head, and my ears were almost noticeable through it. I mentioned buying hair dye to Liam, which caught Ruth's attention.
"What colour?" She asked, taking a seat beside me on the brown leather couch.
"Blonde." She smiled and told me to go get dressed. I looked at her with confusion, but obliged and went upstairs in search of clothes. I dressed rather casually in a plain white shirt and blue jeans, with my converse once again.
Ruth ended up taking me to the store to get hair dye. I tried to refuse, but she made me pick out what I needed and bought it for me. It annoyed me that people had been paying for me lately. I wanted to be able to pay for my own stuff, but sadly, I was broke. Maybe I could get a job.
When we got back home, I dyed my hair. Ruth and Nicola kept trying to sneak peaks into the bathroom, so I ended up locking the door. I was afraid they would see my ears. That was something that definitely didn't need to happen.
It took a while, but my hair finally finished and I was once again a blonde. Ruth, Nicola, and Liam all complimented my hair, saying I looked great as a blonde. Did that mean I didn't look as great as a brunette?
When mum and dad got home, they were surprised to see my hair light blonde. Ruth explained that I had wanted to dye it, and she decided to buy me hair dye. I was nervous, afraid they would be angry at me for dying my hair without their permission. Surprisingly, they took it quite well.
"It looks lovely, Niall," mum told me, brushing her finger through my bangs. I smiled and hoped she wouldn't move her hand to the top of my head.
We ate dinner a bit later than usual that night. No one could decide what they wanted, so mum ended up ordering Chinese takeout. I was pretty content with that. I loved Chinese takeout. It was my second favourite food, right behind Italian.
After eating, Liam and I went up to our room. I was surprised when I saw Liam pull out a workbook and pencil. Come to find out, he had received homework on Friday, but felt too lazy to do it. He waited until half eight on Sunday night to decide to start doing it.
"Do you know anything about advanced calculus?" He asked me. I snorted and quickly shook my head in response. He sighed. Apparently calculus was a bit more difficult than Liam thought it would be.
"Ask Harry," I told him. Harry was really smart. The two classes he didn't have with me, were advanced classes. His teachers from the year before had recommended he take advanced classes because of how smart he was.
Liam took my advice and called Harry up to ask him about their homework. Turns out, Harry too had decided to work on his on Sunday, but unlike Liam, he understood it. They stayed on the phone for a bit while Harry explained everything to Liam. By the time they were done, Liam fully understood all the work. See, that's just how good Harry was. He would make a great teacher.
After Liam put his phone down and put away his work, he went into the bathroom and took a shower. That right there was a big difference between Liam and myself. He took showers at night while I took them in the morning. Liam was lucky. His hair didn't become a greasy mess overnight like mine. He could sleep in later in the mornings since he didn't need a shower.
Once Liam was out of the bathroom, I went in and brushed my teeth. Mum had told me a few nights before that she wanted to take me to the orthodontist and see about getting braces on me. At first, I felt offended, thinking she didn't like looking at my crooked teeth. She then explained that fixing my teeth would help me feel more confident, so I agreed.
