Riley

Chapter 61

Riley POV
My thoughts remain on granddad. I was told that he had two months. Which means that his time is nearing very soon. He still looks so well though, it's hard to believe.

I have to try not to shut Peter out. He's not the enemy, cancer is. But granddad has been my best friend for so long...thinking about him not being here makes me want to shut everyone and everything out.

"Turn this way. " Peter directs from the passenger side.

I make the turn and glance at Peter. He loves me so much. I know he does. When the time comes...i know I will have to let him in. Or I may loose him. So I will try, for peters sake, and for mine, to love him no matter what downfalls I am going through.

I push the negative thoughts to the back of my mind and look at my ring. Yes, I will love Peter. Endlessly, always. It won't be hard.

I haven't driven in a while. So after we've both showered and grabbed a one hundred dollar bill, I chose to drive this time. Now we slowly drive down the street in search of a hair store.

"Stop, stop. " Peter says. I look over to my right and see a Terries Beauty Shop.

I stop abruptly making us both lean forward a bit. A long line of car horns blare off when I've stopped. I try to back up, I've missed the parking a lot a little.

They won't move backwards though. I drive casually over the tiny piece of lawn and pull into the parking lot of the small store.

"Uhm. We never discussed what color you were going to die my hair. " Peter says nervously.

I haven't decided either. His hair is dark, and in the back along the nape of the neck, it grows out a completely different color.

"We will have to dye your hair." I say as I push open the door.

"Why?" He asks

"Your hair is to dark, the color, whatever we pick, won't show up if your hair is this dark. " I tell him pouting.

He laughs and pulls me in for a hug. "My fiancé doesn't like my hair color. " He says more to himself than me.

"Not that I don't like it. But ...I thought it'd be fun. I'll dye mine to if you want. Or you can dye my hair for me. " I say smiling. Hopefully he will want to. It would be fun.

"Sure." He says walking to the dye isle. "Do we have to bleach yours too?" He asks picking up a bottle of blue hair dye and looking at me.

"Hell no!" I exclaim. He put he the bottle down and looks shocked. "You can't put bleach in a black girls hair. " I burst out laughing. "Doing that will insure the death of my hair. " I state.

"But the color won't show up. " He says mocking my tone of voice.

"It will...in the sunlight. " I giggle and grab the blue bottle that he had. "I like this color. "

He sighs and flops his head forward making his lengthy hair fall into his face. He is so sexy. I'm a lucky girl.

I glance down at the shelves and grab bright red, and toner to even out the bleached color.

I search for some hair bleach and find a powder bleach kit. I grab a small toothed comb, hair conditioner and shampoo for him. And mainly for me I grab deep conditioning hair treatment and repair and some black castor oil.

I pick up a pack of gloves and head to the register, making peer carry the rest of the hair products.
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"Riley. Do you know what your doing?" He asks trying to sound casual, but I could hear the alarm in his voice.

Peter is shirtless, leaning over the bedroom bathroom sink and I had my gloves on ready to operate. My mom was pleased when she saw us walk through the door with bags in our hand.

"Of course. " I say smiling down at him even though he couldn't see me.

I pull the bleach open and mix the powder with the liquid as instructed. The smell is absolutely horrid. I open the window that leads to the backyard view, as the bathroom was along the same wall our upper patio was.

I tear a the plastic bag that was used to hold the hair products, and lay it against Peters back.

"You sure. " He asks again. "That stuff smells like it'll kill me. And why is there a need to put plastic on my back?"

I laugh. "You won't die. I promise. "

I comb through his hair and put down the scalp protecting base. I lay the bleach on the sink and put he comb into the container.

Combing the bleach through his hair he is oddly quiet. Sure he's focused on lot moving.

"Why aren't we bleaching your hair. "
He asks slowly.

"It's not good for a black girl with kinky\curly hair like me. " I explain continuing my way through his head.

"Why isn't it?" He asks making me sigh. He's going to make go through the whole explanation thing.

Well I can t expect him to know all about hair. Especially hair that is a different texture than his fine, easy-to- comb through hair texture.

"Well, when you have kinky hair-" I start

"What is kinky?" He asks innocently.

This is going to be a very long process of explanation.
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I pull his head up and look at him through the mirror. I can't help but to giggle at his hair. Since he was leaning down, and I combed upwards, his hair sticks out in every direction.

He frown and turns to face me. "How long must this stay in?" He asks warily.

"Just until your hair actually lightens in color. Which it's already starting to do. "

He turns to the mirror and leans forwards over the sink to get a closer look.

"I see...Your turn after this right?" He says hopefully

"Yea. " I answer. He visibly relaxes. He's ready to be done, I see. "After I wash that out, dye it, wash the dye out with shampoo and such, then deep condition it" I take a breath. "Then cut it. Yes, you'll be finished. " I add quickly.

"Rileyyyyy. " He says pouting.

I burst into laughter. I've never seen him pout like that before. Or wine.
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"There you go." Peter says after finishing washing my hair and drying it with a towel. We never even used the red.

It took the whole day pretty much, and I had to direct Peter through the whole process of doing my hair. I'm not even sure what time it is. I have to get us some phone asap. But Peter looks great.

I stare at him through the mirror. We've been in this bathroom for so long. I check out his face...and hair. But mostly his face. Oh yea, and his abs.

His hair is bright red all over, except for in the back where he had that strip on his neck nape. That part is still the color it was before. The dye wouldn't take to the sections of hair. Strip of color here and there. He still looks great. His blue eyes shine brightly.

He's done my hair too, and not a bad job either. My hair is black which brings out my eye brows, and my hazel brown and green eyes.

In the light, a lot of light. My hair is slightly blue, I like it. It's better than my plain dark brown hair.

"Let's go to my granddads house." I tell Peter. "Oh thank you for the hair and such. I look nice. And so do you." I smile.

"It'll grow on me. " He says calmly checking himself out and smirking.
He secretly loves it.

He stands and takes my hand and leads me down he stairs.

"Awww you too look so good." My mom squeals from the couch. She sees he car key in my hand. "Where are you off too. It's getting late,honey." she asks concerned.

"I'll protected her from all dangers of the world." Peter says happily taking my hand and kissing my temple.

"Granddads house. " I say to her chuckling.

I have a question to ask him. Why won't Peters hair take to the dye in the back?