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bruh I've skipped 3 days of school. IVE SKIPPED HISTORY. I FUCKING LOVE HISTORY
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To all the days we were together To all the time we were apart Of each other's lives Heart to heart And so I had a late arrival So we never saw the start Of each other's lives Heart to heart
heart to heart mac demarco
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What you didn't expect was to find Yasmin with latex gloves rolled up her arms, a towel draped over her shoulder while her hair was being painted a deep purple-red colour.
But what was even more strange was to find Bill leant over the bath, shirtless and washing out the same colour of hair dye from his previous blonde locks of hair.
The tattoo of a skull imprinted on his pale skin, a tattoo he got from a great uncle of his when he was twelve.
"And this?" You asked with a smirk, resting your hip on the door frame.
"He saw I was about to dye my hair and asked for some." She shrugged.
"And just the other day, you said you didn't want to be with a man you never knew."
"People...change." She pouted her lips. "He's actually not bad."
"Yasmin don't tell me—."
"You have your hot band mate boyfriend let me have mine." She snapped with a whisper.
"I'm just—im just shocked." Your chest began to rise with laughter.
"Well he actually wanted a whole change." She finished the one section on her head, grabbing a plastic bag to place over her hair. "He shaved and everything."
