5SOS//One Shots and Imagines

xx Michael Clifford xx

(Your P.O.V.)

Hey, Y/N are you doing anything?
- Kitten <3

Am I ever? xD
- Me

Okay, I'll be down there in a few. No questions, it's a surprise! xP
- Kitten <3

I smiled at the text, and realize I'm still in my crappy clothes. I run upstairs to my room and pull a bra out of my dresser, then throw on one of Michael's idiot flannels. I grab some black skinny jeans and struggle to get them on. I put on socks in case he is taking me somewhere, and run to the bathroom.

I grab my brush and pull out my hair tie in a rush and start brushing my hair. I couldn't decide on if I should straighten my hair and after getting my hair brushed, I heard the door open and shut.

"Y/N!!!! Come here, I have something to show you!" Michael screams from downstairs. Footsteps are heard coming upstairs and I rush to pull my hair back into a ponytail. As soon as I drop my hands, he shows up in the doorway.

"Hey." I say and laugh nervously.
"Guess what I have!" Michael holds up a bag.
"What?" I ask and reach for the bag. He pulls it back out of reach.

"You have to guess." He says and smirks.
"Uh, I have no idea. Just tell me?"
"Well, since you can't guess, you'll have to come figure out." Then he runs down the long corridor and down the stairs. I could hear his loud, contagious laugh throughout my entire house, and ended up laughing with him.

"Michael! Come back!" I yelled and ran after him. I knew what he was doing. He was hiding. Great.

"Please? I just woke up and I am too tired for this." Silence. After a few minutes I just turned around and went to the kitchen to make food. Pizza would get him to come out.

I walk into the kitchen and see his hair sticking out from behind the counter. I go walk up to him and he jumps out at me.
"Michael! Don't do that!" I say, holding my hand over my chest and laugh uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay. Come with me." He leads me into the kitchen and on the table is a giant bottle of hair dye, along with a few other colors.
I run over and grab the black bottle. Black shock hair dye. Staining. Wait 1-2 hours, then rinse thoroughly. Rinse with cold water for a darker effect. Rinse with warm water for a lighter effect.

I look up at Michael and he is widely grinning.
"Wanna help me dye my hair?" He asks.
"Yes!" I rip open the box and grab out the gloves as he runs to grab a towel. With the blue towel on his shoulders while he is sitting in the chair, me with the gloves on, I open to bottle of hair dye and squeeze it out onto my hand. Luckily I picked to wear Michael's shirt instead of mine.

"Would you stop pulling my hair?" Michael complains.
"Oh, quit being such a baby. I'm not even pulling that hard." I laugh and he sighs.
"Don't move!" I scold him. He puts his hands in the air, then drops them back down to his thighs.

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"Ok, that should be enough. The box said to wait 1 hour and 30 minutes then wash it out with cold water." I read off the box. He spins the chair around and looks at me.
"Is there still dye left in the bottle?" He asks and grabs it.

"Yeah, but your hair is all covered. I even put in extra." I say back and he looks up at me from the bottle. All of a sudden he smirks, and I know exactly what he is thinking.

"We should dye your hair!" Yep. I knew he was going to say that.
"My parents would kill me." He hands me the bottle and walks into the kitchen.

"They won't know."
"They will be coming home in 3 hours, but no, they definitely won't see my hair even though I see them every morning and night!" I say, clearly making him realize I'm being sarcastic.

"Oh, come on. Live a little. So what if you get grounded for a week. Ah! Found 'em." He says. He comes back in from the kitchen with a box of gloves and holds them up.

"What part do you want dyed?" He asks. Thinking about it, my parents couldn't ground me forever could they? Plus, I am 17 so they'll eventually get over it.
"Ugh, if I get grounded longer than a month, I will never kiss you again." I say and sit down in front of him. His eyes widen and we both break into laughter.

"Geez, pull hard enough on my hair?" I say and he laughs.
"Oh, stop being a baby. I'm not even pulling that hard." he mocks in a girly voice.
"I don't talk like that!" I say in offense. He just laughs and I turn back around.

"Don't move!" He mocks again and I mock his movements, over exaggerating them. I hit his hand and it smears black dye all over me. I take the bottle and put some on my finger, then put dye on his nose.

"Y/N! I am going to go have dinner with the boys and a new record company! Now I will have this big blotch of black on my nose!" He shouts like a little girl.

I laugh and kiss his cheek as my way of apologizing.

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"It looks nice. I like it." I say as I play with his hair in the mirror.

"Yours does too!" He shouts and starts twirling it around his finger.

His is all black, and it matches his dark black jacket. Mine is all black except for my bangs and a few places where I have strips of blue and purple.

"Yours looks sort of Galaxy-like." He says and turns around. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist.

"My parents are definitely going to kill me."

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~A/N
Haiiii guys.
I was so bored. I really want my hair dyed black though.
This really didn't have much of a plot, but oh well.
Sorry if you guys didn't like it. :/

Anyways, Sam, Hannah, and I are on summer break which means we all most likely have a lot of time on our hands. Heh. So if you guys want more, or maybe even a full story, just say.
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- xxx Lace xxx