The Chronicles Of SallyFace

You'll always be a dumb blonde

A/n: a bts , canon but not plot driven lil story for y'all. This takes place in the morning after, the last chapter btw.)

Y/n pov:

My eyes fluttered open softly, and I was immediately graced with golden light intruding my room. I let myself grow to consciousness as dust particles drift slowly. My brain has barely started to turn when, the blue corpse awakens on me. Entire face hidden by the blankets, the small lifeless blob wakes up..then drifts back off. The only way I know Sal's alive, is the sound of his soft breathing. I just barley lift my right arm, which had been carefully wrapped around him, and pull the comforter away from his face.

He doesn't even move.

God, He may have insomnia but once you put him to sleep...good luck waking him. I let myself gaze at the small boy, taking in his face. The scars carved in it, His dark blue lashes. My hands pull through his hair, relishing in the softness of his fringe. The length. The unnatural hue. It's purely him, as I know. The sun waves in powerfully, highlighting the boys hair. The even cerulean blue..and his golden tips.
I stopped.
How had I noticed?
My hands drift through his waves. Tilting my own to see his head top clearly. It was there. Bright and clear as day. Sal had golden tips on his hair.

As if he could read my mind, his small hands found their way to mine. Intertwining them on the base of his skull. His eye flutters open similar to mine, and a lazy smile forms on his face. "Morning." Sal looks at me, still smiling with pink on his cheeks. "Mm.. good morning to you too." He mutters, voice deeper than usual. "...can I ask something?" He looks at me curiously, his hands holding onto mine the slightest tighter. "Uh.. yeah." Sal scoots to me, and despite him being bundled by blankets all night..when he cuddles me..his skin is ice cold. "Shit sal! Your toes are like ice cubes!" I laugh, scooting away. My attempts were futile as, he giggles playfully pulling me closer. "Ok ok, sorry..what'd you wanna ask?" He says, eyes as big as his smile.

"Your hair..-" I start, struggling to find the words. Sal looks at me curiously, waiting. "Your roots are blonde...like I just noticed. I mean..it's a really pretty shade too." Sal doesn't say anything, he just rolls off my body to the side. When he does speak, his words are monotonic. "It's not. It's really not pretty..Guess I need to redye it." He mutters, mainly to himself. I push myself up on one elbow, completely in disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about? Love, you have natural gorgeous blonde hair.. Why do you want to redye it?" Sal glances at me the look in his eye, unreadable.
"I have to..it's stupid ok? I've had my hair dyed blue since I was six."

I do the work in my head...the accident happened when he was five.
He dyed his hair blue when he was six...he's now seventeen. "You've had the same color for ELEVEN years?!" He nods , sheepishly. His own hands start fidgeting with his hair, twirling the strands between his fingers. He watches my eyes, as the trail upwards.   The dye must've been slowly fading, and last night's TWO hot baths just made it fade faster. It wasn't just the top of his head, everytime he twirls a strand. I can see a peak of golden, blonde near the base of his skull.

My boyfriend is blonde.
Plus he has blue eyes.
Wow.
It's hard not to imagine at times what Sal would've looked like...if the accident didn't happen.
He'd have two wide blue eyes, he'd probably gotten a septum..the piercing he's wanted forever but can't get. He'd still have his snake bites in his lips, but his lips would be quite full and pink.. everywhere. Smooth.
His freckles would stay, just as that golden blonde hair would've.

Sure its nice to fantasize.
But although that sounds enticing, the boy on my bed is just as enticing.
Its still Sal .
Blue or blonde.
Smooth or scarred.
Always My boyfriend.

"Are you imagining me with blonde hair right now?" He asks, voice breaking the silence. I don't respond. "Y/n." I'm thrown out my train of thought when he speaks again. That damn morning voice. It should be illegal to say someone's name, that attractively. Though I'll never admit it.
"Maybe..I was just thinking..long gorgeous blonde hair." The thought is quite appealing. "That's kinda hot.." I mutter. Sal definitely heard me as he responds, "wow. Ok. " I whip my head so fast, I'm pretty sure I heard a crack. But that's not the point right now. Sal's glancing at the sheets, his hands clutching the black fabric.