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Never Be

»Ashlee«

"I need your love to light up this house."

When Michael told me to pull into his parent's driveway memories came flooding back. Every time I come to his house I remember every memory we shared here. Like the tree house except far worse.

The motorbike came to a halt with the crackling sound of the rubber on the concrete. I slid off the bike and let my hair loose from the helmet.

Michael made a sharp sound, I whipped my head around to see him cowering slightly. He rustled around under the seat for the shopping bag. He pulled the bag out and smiled at me. I shot a smile his way as we made our way inside.

"Michael is that you?" I heard Karen calling from somewhere in the house.

Michael had already taken a step up the stairs. "Yeah mum! Is dad home?" I only wondered for a second why Michael was asking if his dad was home.

I'd almost forgotten that his dad doesn't like Michael dying his hair. Michael had to secretly do it when his father was out or Mike was at someone else's house.

"No he isn't, is someone else there with you?" Karen asked.

Michael victorised for a second before replying. "Yeah, it's Ashlee!"

"Oh," Karen sounded surprised. "Hello Ashlee."

"Hello Mrs Clifford." I replied back.

I could tell Michael was getting impatient, he was tugging lightly on my hand. "We're just going upstairs." Michael projected his voice through the house.

He didn't wait for Karen's answer he just pulled me up the stairs excitedly to his room. I understood his urgency of dying his hair before Daryl came home. Karen would be okay with it, Michael has told me how his mum really likes me. He said something about her saying that I'm a good influence on him. I don't know how, I was just as rebel as Michael. I wonder if Karen's attitude is going to change towards me when I dye my hair.

Michael threw an old tank top to me, it already had different multicolored stains on it from what I could see. I whispered a small 'thanks' and pulled my Nirvana shirt over my head.

I glanced up to see Michael had his shirt off too. He was pulling his arms through the sleeves of another dye-stained shirt. My eyes became stuck on the pale skin of his stomach. Before Mike pulled the shirt over his head he looked up at me.

I realized I was only in my bra and jeans. Michael didn't have a shirt on either. We stood there, staring at each others bare bodies. It's not like we hadn't seen one another unclothed before, we'd shared a bath as small children. But I guess it was different now.

My mind drifted off to thoughts of Karen walking in and seeing this awkward interaction. I pulled the top on quickly, as so did Michael a second later.
It didn't take any of the awkwardness away. Michael coughed.

I perked up. "We should get your hair done before your dad comes home."

Michael grinned, "and yours too. I can't wait to get rid of this blonde."

I laughed and we went into the upstairs bathroom.

* * *

Michael was washing his hair in the shower. My hair was finished and dried first - I looked in Michael's bedroom mirror at my pale pink hair. We'd given up on streaks and just dyed the whole thing a pastel pink. Ashton was going to freak, he was probably going to go off at Michael at school tomorrow.

I wouldn't stand for it. I'd tell Ashton to back off or something. God, I really wanted to hit him sometimes.

Michael came out from the shower, drying his hair with a towel. His chocolate brown hair was dripping from the shower he'd just had. Small droplets fell into his clean ACDC singlet. His tight jeans had a rip in one knee, I liked the way his pale skin showed through.