Stereotypes [Calum Hood AU]

Chapter 8

"I can't believe it," Kiara was stunned. "I actually dyed someone's hair."
    
Michael insisted that Kiara help dye his hair. He's been meaning to dye it for a while but he didn't get a around to doing it. That afternoon after detention, Kiara headed over to Michael's house and helped him dye his hair. Michael couldn't pick a color so Kiara picked for him. If front of them on the table was different colors of hair dye. From red to pink to purple to grey. Basically every color of the rainbow. Kiara decided to pick blue since that was her favorite color. And now there they both stood in front of Michael's bathroom mirror. Blue dye coated both of their hands. Michael's hair was bright blue and Kiara loved it.
    
"You did a good job," Michael complimented. He turned on the sink and started getting rid of the blue of off his hands. "You should dye your hair though. You would look great in green."
    
Kiara pursed her lips thinking about her head looking like a forest.
    
"I would love to but it's so hard to dye dark hair. It's easier for you because you have blonde hair but do you know how much damaged my hair will get if I bleach it?"
    
Before could respond, there was a knock on the front door. While Michael retrieved to get it, Kiara stayed in the bathroom to wash her hands. The sink looked was so blue it looked like a magic pony threw up in it. Kiara heard a familiar voice echoing through the house. She dried her hands and headed towards Michael's living room. She wondered if Michael's parents were home. Kiara's heart skipped a beat when she stepped foot into Michael's living room. There standing in his living was Calum. He was smiling. One hand was tucked in his pocket while in the other hand he was holding a grocery bag. A couple of bottles were in it. Calum noticed Kiara behind Michael. Calum's eyes instantly lit up.
    
"Hey Kiara!" He greeted. "What are you doing here?"
    
"Just helping Michael dye his hair," Kiara answered. Calum nodded.
    
"That's cool," he stated. Michael burst out laughing.
    
"You guys are so cute, I'm going to clean up the bathroom, I'll be right back," Michael started walking back to the bathroom.
    
"I'll help you," Kiara offered.
    
"I got it," Michael winked at her. Kiara glared at him and turned to Calum who was busy trying not to laugh. Kiara eyed the bag in Calum's hand.
    
"What's in the bag?" She asked. Calum looked at it nervously.
    
"Uh, alcohol," he answered. Kiara's eyes widened a bit.
   
"Oh."
   
"Yeah."
    
They both stood there in silence for a bit. They could faintly hear Michael cleaning up the bathroom.
    
"Uh, do you want some? I mean I'm not pressuring you into drinking alcohol or anything," Calum started to stammer. Kiara couldn't help but notice how cute he was.
  
"I don't mind," Kiara shrugged. Calum smiled and set the bottles down in Michael's kitchen. He opened them up and sat on Michael's counter. Kiara joined him, her legs dangling off the edge.
 
"Wanna play a game?" He offered.
    
"Sure," Kiara agreed.
    
"It's 21 questions."
    
"What are you a fuckboy?"
    
Calum laughed, his eyes crinkling.
    
"I'm not I promise."
     
Kiara took the bottle from Calum's hands and took a swing off the beer.
    
"Hit me with your best shot," Kiara raised her eyebrows at Calum.
    
"Okay, what's your favorite color?"
    
"Blue."
    
Wow that was quick," Calum took a hold of the bottle and drank. Kiara couldn't help but stare at his lips as he did so. She wondered what it'd feel like to have his lips on hers. "Your turn."
    
Kiara snapped out of her train of thought and took a swing of the bottle.
    
"Describe your first crush," she suggested. Calum laughed.
    
"Oh god, it must've been when I was in kindergarten. Her name was Elizabeth and she had long brown hair. I honestly only liked her because of her hair."
    
Kiara laughed too.
    
"Describe your first kiss."
    
Kiara's cheeks heated up. Good thing Calum couldn't see it because of her dark skin.
    
"He was absolutely terrible," Kiara admitted. "His name was Connor and I was in 8th grade."
    
"I could probably do better," Calum whispered. Kiara didn't know if he was talking to himself or he wanted her to hear. Calum took the beer and took a long drink. Now Kiara really wanted to feel his lips on hers after he said that.
    
"Well prove it," Kiara spoke.
    
Calum looked at her in surprise. Before he knew what was happening, Kiara leaned in and kissed him. His lips molded into hers as Calum took a hold of her waist. Their lips moved in synch as Kiara held one hand on Calum's shoulder and one in his hair at the nape of his neck. Calum groaned, earned a giggle from Kiara. Calum took advantage and slid his tongue in her mouth. Kiara cupped both of her hands on Calum's cheeks now. The kiss was getting more aggressive. Calum slid off the counter and spread open Kiara's legs with his hands. Kiara wrapped her legs around Calum's waist. Calum broke his lips from hers and started trailing kisses down her neck. Kiara let out a soft moan as Calum nipped at her skin. Her hand were tangling in his hair. Calum trailed kisses along her jawline now. Kiara loved the feeling off Calum's mouth on her skin. Calum kissed her lips and Kiara trailed her hands up his back now under his shirt, scratching a little. Calum squeezed her hips tight. She groaned. Kiara tore her lips away from his and started nibbling his ear. Calum enjoyed her soft lips on him. It was addictive. Calum slid his hands up under Kiara's shirt feeling smooth skin. Kiara cupped his cheeks and kissed him once more. Before they could continue any further, someone spoke.
    
"Holy shit."