Donald One Shots

Gummy Ring

I finished with my hair giving it an adjust in my mirror,

"Y/N! You coming or not!" Donald yelled from the bottom of the stairs,

"I'm coming!" I called back as I fixed my uniform skirt and I headed out of my room and down the stairs, "Hey," I smiled leaning on the banister my hair a flick with my hand as I tried to be noticed,

Donald stood in his own uniform, his back leant against the bottom of the stairs as he waited for me, everyone else from the down already left and headed to class but we were two who were usually awake the deepest into the night, awake the lasted alarm, and the slowest to get ready so we often held one another accountable for ensuring we actually got to class on time.

He looked up at me and for a moment seemed taken back his eyebrow raised, "Did you change your hair?"

"Yes I did," I smiled, as I came down the last few stairs and did a little spin, "How do I look?"

"It looks..." he began as he gave me a real detailed look, he seemed a little unsure but eventually spoke up, "It looks nice,"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, it looks good." He nodded, "Now, let's take your new head to class." he said as he all but ushered me out the door,

"You seem eager to get to class today?" I laughed as we walked,

"Yeah well, Mr Sweet catches me late again I have to do a weekend detention again,"

"That's fair," I nodded as I plaid with my hair,

"It does look nice I admit," he chuckled, "what did you do exactly?"

"Can you really not tell?"

"I just asked,"

"I dyed it, Donald." I laughed,

"Hu... is the really strong chemical smell last night?"

"Yeah..." I answered sheepishly

"I wondered what that was," he muttered, "I just thought Trudy was on a war path again,"

"No, But I think she will be... there may be some dye... washed out in the bathroom."

"I imagine so, and on your pillows, and the shower for the next like week, and all your white clothes."

"I know, but it is the price I must pay," I smiled, "To be beautiful,"

"Well you certainly do,"

"Ohh? I look beautiful Donald?"

"....No... yes... what answer won't get me a slap round the back of the head."

"None."

"Yes, you look beautiful. It looks very nice."

"Aww thank you,"

"Why this colour though?"

"Well, I wanted to go purple,"

"Purple?"

"Yeah, Like a cool deep plum purple,"

"...That would look cool,"

"Becuase school rules say I can't dye my hair, but I looked into it so long as my hair is still a natural colour they can't yell at me," I explained, "So this was my workaround,"

"You could also... not dye your hair?"

"I know, but barely wear my own clothes, I can't paint my nails, and even my make-up is heavily regulated I have to do something, Donald,"

"That's fair, I do think that... Purple would actually really suit you," he said, as we arrived and began the walk though the busy halls to the first period,