TJ picked me up from the counter. He pulled away for another breath. "What about-" I started. He kissed me again. I pulled away long enough to finish. "My hair?" I asked. He pulled away slowly. "Then can we carry on?" I asked. "Yes." He sighed. He sat me back on the counter and then went to the bag to grab the green hair dye. He opened it and mixed it again, putting it over the bleached spots. I looked into the mirror. "Now I'm pretty." I smiled. "You were pretty with brown hair, pretty with short hair, pretty now, you'll be pretty in an hour, and you'll be pretty tomorrow." He said, finishing up putting the dye in my hair. I dipped my index finger in the dye. I put a green war stripe on TJ's face. "It looks like a cat shit on my face." He laughed. "What is it with you and cats?" I smiled. "I dunno. Maybe we can get one when we get home and name it something stupid like Waffles. It would be cute, just like you." He smiled. "Can we wash out this dye?" I asked, laughing at his rambling. "Yeah. After that, do you wanna fuck?" He smiled. "Oh yes." I laughed some more. He washed the dye out of my hair and dried it. I loved it. He dipped his finger in the dye and gave me a war stripe. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of us together. Then he puckered my lips with his fingers and kissed me, and took a picture of us. He posted them to instagram and tagged me. @CaityBMae and I. Aren't we just the cutest fucking couple?" He smiled and wiped the dye off of his face and off of mine, then he kissed my cheek. "So, are we gonna fuck?" I smiled, kidding, of course. "Yeah, just... Gimme a sec." He said, texting somebody. Moments later, there was a loud knocking on the door. "TJ, what'd you do?!" I asked. He showed me his phone. He texted Monte. 'Caity's coming to live with me, cuz we're dating now. Don't bother coming to my room though, we were just getting ready to fuck hardcore.' "TJ Bell, open up this fucking door!" Monte's voice shouted. I was in mid-panic. I didn't want Monte to do anything to TJ, but I didn't want to defend TJ either because he provoked it. "Monte, go the fuck away." TJ shouted back. "NO! You better not be fucking her! If you are, I swear, I will rip your fucking dick off, shove it down your throat and hope you choke!" Monte growled. I was so worried about what would happen. Tears started falling. I couldn't help it. "Is she crying? God dammit, TJ, I am going to fucking KILL you!" Monte yelled. "No!" I screamed. "Monte, TJ, just no!" I wailed. Monte got the door open somehow, and rushed to TJ and I. "Monte, don't touch him!" I said through barred teeth, as he drew a fist back. "Why the fuck not? You're fucking cryi-- What did he do to your hair?" He asked. "I dyed it. Get out of my fucking room, tell Craig that I'm sorry I made him stay with Robert, and leave her alone. She's obviously happy with me; just accept it." TJ said. "Yeah, she's so fuckin' happy. She's on your floor, crying." Monte said, calming down a little bit. He crouched down near me and wrapped his arms around me. I wiggled my way out. "Wha-?" He asked, confused. "Come here, babe." TJ said. I shook my head, no. I stood up and ran past Monte. I knocked on Mike's door. He opened it, and I fell into his arms. He just stood there, holding me as I cried, not making me say anything, not saying a word himself, in the doorway of his hotel room.
