~Paige
Mornings have been getting harder to face lately. I've been in this constant cycle of waking up, doing my morning routine, and inevitably having to face taking the medication that is the only thing keeping me alive.
This morning in particular has been rather interesting. I was awoken by Michael impatiently knocking on my door at 9 A.M, insisting that I assist him in dying his hair red.
Not only that, but he dragged Vanessa out of bed as well, claiming that "the more help the better."
He stressed that the fans had been talking about how much they missed his hair dying phases and how badly they wished he'd do it again. So, by popular demand and an instense desire to have vibrant hair again, it's landed us here.
"I don't think we're doing this right." I say nervously, my hands covered by black latex gloves as I hold a brush that we had dipped into the bowl of dye to spread it over his previously blonde hair.
"Is it supposed to burn?" Michael winces, squinting his eyes from the stinging sensation.
"Okay, everybody just shut up!" Vanessa's shouts, holding up the instructions provided in the box of hair dye supplies Michael had bought from a convenience store down the street.
The three of us placed our station in the bathroom I share with Calum. It's once clean appearance now trashed by wrappers, red dye splattered on the floor and counter top, and opened boxes. Michael sits facing me on a chair we had dragged into the bathroom.
Due to how tall he is—and how tired my legs had gotten from standing up this early in the morning—I positioned myself on top of the counter, my legs crossed over the other as I lean forward and do my best to not mess up the poor boys hair.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." Michael pouts, looking at me with so much regret. My heart aches for the once excited boy sitting in front of me. I know how much he used to love dying his hair. I've practically lived through every hair color he's ever had, and helped him dye it a few times before this.
"Don't say that. We'll figure it out." I encourage, dividing his hair into a few parts in order to properly spread the dye on every piece of hair. From the corner of my eye I see Calum walk into the bathroom and lean his body against the door frame.
"This is going really well if you couldn't tell." Vanessa tells him, to which he walks up to me and presses a kiss on the side of my head.
"Oh, I can tell." He says sarcastically.
I gape at him, "Hey, I'm trying my best." I may not have as much experience in dying hair, but I've been helping these boys get ready for shows since before we were even adults. I think I know a thing or two about working with what we've got.
"I know baby, I'm not talking about you." Calum says, looking down at his best friend sitting in front of me.
This time it's Michael's turn to gape at him, "I wanted to look punk rock again." He defends himself. "Is this going to be done before the show?" He asks nervously.
"Yes Michael," I sigh, my patience somehow still going strong. "Now stay still."
"Can someone turn some music on?" Vanessa asks, looking directly at Calum to get the message that he should do it. He complies, taking his phone out and placing it on the counter beside me. Calum leaves the bathroom just as the music begins playing, filling the room with a dose of serotonin to keep me going.
Michael thankfully stayed still, helping me go faster and have a much clearer view of spots I may have missed. I dip the brush into the bowl again just as Calum walks back into the bathroom, leaning himself against the frame of the door once again.
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Ghost Of You | cth
Fanfiction"Promise me you'll be fine?" She said as the two of held onto each other's hands for dear life. "I'll be just fine." I said kissing her hand and reassured her through my tears.
