Bleach

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Summary: Aiden's having trouble bleaching his own hair so Ash offers to help.

Aidens POV:
     I sit down on a stool I brought into my bathroom. I had pre-mixed the bleach so it was ready to go. I'd never bleached my hair on my own, normally it was Ben who did it or I went to a professional.
     Ash was at my house playing some music from across the hall while doing her nails.
     I tried to apply bleach by myself and at first it wasn't bad. After a few minutes my arms started to ache and I realized I wasn't even applying the bleach that well. Ashlyn walks into the bathroom where I am.
     "You're really bad at this." She remarks, leaning to one side of the doorframe.
     "Figured." I say, making eye contact with her in the mirror.
     She opens a cabinet above my head and grabs some latex gloves. She slides them over her hands and grabs the bleach mixture and the application brush thing. She sections my hair and applies bleach generously.
     "I should be a hairstylist" she tells me.
     "Kay." I respond.
     "I'm serious, you should pay me for this." She sections off another piece of my hair rubbing bleach into my roots. She was almost massaging my head. It was calming.

Ashlyns POV:
     I'm gently rubbing bleach into his roots, my fingers sliding though his soft wet hair. After about half of his hair is re-bleached I get a fourth of his hair and twirl it up into a bun, then clip it. I do the same again and then continue applying and rubbing in bleach. When that side's done I do the same to the other.
     We wait thirty minutes girlbossing, chatting, singing, and listening to music.
Then, when the thirty minutes is up,  he kneels down on the bathroom floor in his shower with his head upside down and I spray him with the showerhead to wash out the bleach.
     It doesn't work well and he ends up getting bleach in his eyes, mouth, ears and nose so we go outside and I hose him down. This works efficiently and he gets changed into dry clothes afterwards.
     After that we hang out and cuddle a bit while watching stranger things in his living room.

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