Secrets. (BoyxBoy.)

Another Sleepover? (6)

(Theo's Pov.)

(TW: Mentions of Self harm.)

I wake up and Cameron is gone. "Cameron!" I yell. Cameron pokes his head into the room. "Yeah?" He says. "I thought you left." I say. I get out of his bed. "Do you want to stay over again?" He asks. "Sure." I say. "Okay, good." He says. I smile. Cutie. "Did you make up with Willow?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I don't wanna." He says. "Do you want to go shopping?" I ask. He nods. "Weird question but can I dye your hair?" I ask, realizing his hair is perfectly blond and perfect for dyeing. "What color?" He asks. "What's your favorite color?" I ask. "I don't know." He says. "You don't know your favorite color?!" I ask. "No.." He says. "What?!" I say. "I guess I've never really thought of it." He says. "Well, think about it." I say. "I really like black and white." He says. "Okay, black hair it is." I say. "Wait, WHAT?!" He yells. "Keep it down! The cat is sleeping!" I say. "Now lets go." I say. I grab his hand and drag him upstairs. "Put your damn shoes on." I say. He puts his shoes on. I kiss his cheek to tease him. "Would you stop doing that? If you're going to kiss me actually kiss me." He immediately slaps his hand over his mouth. "I- I shouldn't have said that. Just- Forget what I said." He says. I turn away to hide my face. He likes me?! AHAGDJDHJDHDHKKSHSK HE LIKES ME! OMGKHDJSJSH. I calm myself and open the door. We walk to the mall, which actually isn't too far from his grandma's house. I practically run do a beauty store. I drag him through the aisle's. I finally find the hair dye. I grab a black one. We buy it and leave the mall. We race each other to his house. I of course won. "How are you so fucking fast?!" He asks. I shrug. He opens the door for me. I take my shoes off and wait for him to do the same. I grab his arm and run downstairs. I bring him into the bathroom. "Do you have any, like-  covers? Or something?" I ask. "Eh, it doesn't matter. I'll just take my shirt off, my skin is already fucked up so a little dye won't matter." He says. "I- are you sure?" I ask. He nods. He sits on the toilet. He removes his shirt. I feel my face heat up quickly. He has so many scars. Self harm scars. Abuse scars. Bruises. Almost fresh  wounds. "Are you okay? A lot of these look new?" I ask. "Yeah.. Uhm.. I- Heh- i-its nothing." He says. "Are you sure?" I say. He shakes his head. "Are you- Are- Did- Did you self harm?" I ask. He sighs. "Yeah. I- Did. And- last night Willow just got me so.. Angry. She pissed me off so I- I self harmed." He says. I hug him. "I'm so sorry." I say. He wraps his arms around my waist and puts his head against my chest. "It's not your fault." He says. "I'm going to be honest, I also- Have self harmed too.. It was about three years ago. My boyfriend now ex, cheated on me and I found out and was devastated, but I learned I can't let people get to me like that, I can't let people make me so sad that it makes me want to physically hurt myself." I say. "So, actually for the rest of that first year I refused to befriend anyone, I never even talked to my sister, my older sister, but when she moved out the cycle started to worsen, and I was like so depressed, and I self harmed a LOT. But that's also when I met Lillie and she's been my best friend." I say. "I'm sorry about that." He says. "It's okay, I'm a lot better now, I went to therapy, because my mom ended up finding out and she was so worried." I say. "Okay- Enough about the sad stuff! Let's dye your hair!" I say. He smiles. He and I let go of each other. I open the box of hair dye. I put some in his hair and spread it into his hair with my hands. "Now my hands are gonna be black." I say. I wash my hands. I stare at his chest. "How long is this supposed to stay in for?" He asks. I don't respond. "Theodore?" He says. "Huh?" I ask. "How long am I supposed to leave this in?" He asks. "Oh! 25 minutes." I say. "Okay." He says.