// amethyst //
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"why don't you need me as much as I need you?"
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"hey." he said.
"hey." I reply with a goofy grin on my face.
"so.." he trails on.
"so..." I copy his words.
"what is this stuff?" he asks, referring to all of the hair colors and sprays in front of me.
"well, watch and you'll see." I smile at how curious he is and how he's always been. he always has to know a little bit of something from everything, and that's what I love about him.
"you're staring." he blushes, and I take my eyes away immediately. my cheeks blush just as his do.
"sorry." I croak out with an embarrassed smile on my face.
while I'm wrapping my patient's hair in the tinfoil, Michael's phone begins to ring. he pulls it out of his back pockets and begins to walk to the front of the store to answer it, while I'm left with the older, but not super old, lady in the seat in front of me.
"you and your boyfriend are cute." she smiles at my reflection in the mirror.
"he's not my boyfriend." I chuckle as I place another strip of her hair in the silver foil.
"well what are you then?" she asks me kindly.
"we're friends." I reply simply.
"friends?" she asks as a form of a question.
"yes, friends." I remind her.
"but, honey, friends don't look at each other like that." she said.
"well, we're kind of taking things slow. so friends is what we are for now." I reply.
"oh." she replies, as if she understands now. "so you used to be?"
"yes, but he messed up and he's trying to make everything right now. all he has to do is gain his trust back." I smile kindly at her through the mirror.
"well that is one guy you got there." she says while my eyes trail to him standing by the wall on the phone across the room. the way his eyebrows knit together when in thought, and how he licks his lips while in conversation, and how he stands with his broad shoulders and horrible posture. it's all I fell in love with long ago. it's all the things I missed when he wasn't here to be with me, and it's all I could ever want this instant. but I know that can't happen. he needs to gain my trust back and I can't just fall back into his arms after one day together. gaining trust takes time, even if I want to give it back in a single moment.
my thoughts are broken when the stencil falls from my hand and onto the cold floor. I curse to myself quietly before I grab it off of the floor and resume to what i was doing before.
"how long was I staring?" I ask the unknown lady, biting my lip insecurely.
"only about a minute or two." she laughs quietly, before I'm done finishing the final strip of her hair.
"who was it?" I ask him once he comes back and the lady sits under the big chairs with the hat like things on top of them.
"it was my mum." he said with a small smile on his lips.
"aw how's she doing?" I ask him shyly.
"she's good." he shrugs, digging his hands into his pockets. "she misses you."
"I miss her too." I frown slightly. I've always loved Karen. she's always been like a replacement of a mother for me since mine wasnt really a mother to say the least.
