one happy accident // melissa x y/n

Big Changes

Well, something interesting happened on our first it
night. Turns out someone brought hair dye, without bleach. Well if you know anything about dying hair, if you don't feel the need to bleach your hair before you dye it, you are blonde so, take a guess?

Y/N and I were getting everything set up in the room. There was a queen sized bed with a private bathroom. There was also a dresser with a TV and a fireplace. That would have been romantic if I was here with someone I actually wanted to be here with.

"Hey, do you ever feel like you need to have a dramatic change just so people realized the other things that you want to be made apparent about yourself?" Wait, she didn't stutter, that is new, and she was talking rather awkwardly, like she had been masking for a long time, but is getting back to normal. Maybe this girl is a little smarter than I originally thought.

I thought for a second but then responded, "Well if the changes you made are important, then they should be apparent without a huge difference having to be made besides it, I guess, also that was so fucking random."

"Do you know how to cut hair?"

"I mean I have had some experience, watched some YouTube tutorials. I mean as long as it is a bob I won't completely screw it up." Please don't tell me I am going to have to be a barber and a mother figure to a bunch of drunk girls this weekend.

Y/N reached into her bag, "Well," she pulled out some scissors, "can you cut me some bangs and a bob? I need something different. I need to feel good and confident about my hair, not be stepping on it every half second." I don't know where this part came out of her, but I think I like it.

"What are we waiting for, get into the bathroom."

AN: just wanted to give an idea on what Y/N's hair looked like after this but don't get used to it, it gets better

"Now I must ask one more favor, go get my black bag please." I walked into the bedroom and kneeled down to the bag and looked inside, there was brown hair dye. I don't know if this girl is going full brunette but whatever this is, I want a part of.

I walked back in the bathroom and she showed me some photo inspiration of what she wanted. She actually had pretty good taste, besides her taste in guys, that was just horrible at this point. "Hey, what music do you like Y/N?"

"I mean I am into anything, well anything besides country, unless it is Reba, Dolly Parton, or Before He Cheats, but just put on some Arctic Monkey or something like that." I put on my regular playlist, which of course had Serotonin and Olivia Rodrigro on it. Once Brutal came one, the entire place was full of screaming. 

"Wait, wait, wait, this is my favorite song of the album." Y/N was singing along the entire time, she kind of looked adorable. "THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART. THEY SAY THESE ARE THE GOLDEN YEARS-"

Of course, I continued. "BUT I WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR, EGO CRUSH IS SO SEVERE."

Then, we both hit it, "GOD IT'S BRUTAL OUT HERE!" At that moment, we're both looking in the mirror, she had a plastic bag wrapped around where the dye was, and for a second, both of us shared a moment just staring in the mirror at each other. I was supposed to hate this girl but, how could I now?