"Can you answer the door?" Aria asks, too lazy to move off her spot from the couch as she turns her head to her father. She's slouched into the cushions, invested in her little farm simulation game and the current movie she put on to move.
Besides, she spent, like, thirty-minutes making dinner after a long day of school and boring English class about the individual oral. Harris actually wanted to teach and go through examples, instead of dismissing the eight students off to the library or senior lounge.
"Ugh," her dad groans, getting up from the couch as she pauses the movie – it's Pitch Perfect – they've seen a million times before. "Why can't you get it," he mumbles, feet dragging against the wooden tile.
"Because I cooked!" She replies, "And I had a long day at school, I'm so tired."
"Oh, I go to school, I'm so tired." Her dad mimics her, "Yeah, try working seven to five and having to drive an hour every morning." He mutters to himself as he trudges down the stairs and towards the front door, making sure to accentuate every dramatic groan as he does so.
He unlocks the door, opening it to see none other than a newly red-haired Michael Clifford standing outside in the dark. "New color?" He observes, stepping off to the side so his daughter's – only – friend can walk in.
"Hey Mr Stanton," Michael gleams, kicking off his shoes by the front door. "How was your trip?" He asks, making polite conversation with the man who pays for all the snacks in the pantry.
"Awful, I hate work." He says, reminding Michael everyday where Aria got part of her humor from. "Aria is upstairs watching Pitch Perfect." He shuts the front door, locking it. He's not going to ask what urged Michael to show up at 9:30pm on a Thursday, then again, the man stopped asking questions by the tenth time.
"Are you not going to watch with us?" Michael questions, knowing that the movie is a cult classic within the household.
"Nah, I think I'm going to head to bed." He shrugs, walking into the kitchen for a glass of water, leaving Michael free to do whatever he needs to do.
The red-haired boy runs upstairs, finding Aria melted into the couch cushions harvesting wheat on her phone. She turns her head, mouth dropping open at the unfamiliar sight. The girl swipes out of her game, snapping a quick photo before shutting off her phone.
Michael Clifford is standing in her living room with vibrant red hair. It's clearly new, he must've done it not too long ago. She brings a hand to her mouth, "Oh my god." She says, "Is that real?"
"I had to say goodbye to the green," he shrugs, walking over and making himself comfortable on the couch. "When mum saw it, she was shocked. She laughed at me, but I think she's warming up to it."
"Red is a bold color Michael." Aria says, his hair is practically a neon sign that can light up a dark street – if that puts things into perspective – it's really vibrant. "Did you try to wash it out?" She snorts.
"Uh, yeah," he scoffs. "I used shampoo and everything. It's just a really strong color... does it look bad?" He asks, wondering if he made a mistake jumping into this big commitment too soon or not.
"No, no, it looks good." She reassures, "I think you'll have to wash it a couple more times to calm it down a bit, but it's probably my favorite color so far. Better than the green and pink."
"You think so?" He hums, running a hand through his hair, "It's not too much?"
"It looks fine, don't worry, I was just a bit shocked at first." Aria says, "Wait... why are you here?"
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BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings
Fanfiction"what happened to us?" "well, we hated each other." she hates him, he hates her. petty rivalry, rumours, comments tore their friendship apart. they can't be around each other and everyone knows that. though after taking it too far, the two are sub...
