A Broken Blank

Chapter Fourteen: Dyeing

{Bella's p.o.v}

I arrived at the park where me an Michael would have our 'date'. I take seat and pull out my phone checking social medias and waiting. I see a figure tower above me.

"Hey" Michael says

"Hello" I say back putting my phone away as he takes a seat next to me.

"Sooo were in the park" he says awkwardly, almost like a question.

"Yep, just is as uneventful and hot as I thought it would be" I say

"Well dayum sassafras your the one who wanted to meet here" Michael says back to me, I found it incredibly cute that he called me sassafras.

"It's really hot" I say picking up a twig and doodling in the dry dirt.

"Not as hot as me also like I said this was your choice" he says giggling at my penis doodle.

"Well then clearly I had a bad idea" I say seeing the smirk wipe off his face. He thought I meant meeting up with him was a bad idea. I quickly add "I have a better idea".

"What is it" he says also now doodling in the dirt.

"Did you drive here?" I ask

"Yes" he says

"Do you feel comfortable letting me drive?" I say

He pauses before nodding and tossing the keys into my doodle causing it to blow away into the slow breeze.

"Heyyy I had a really accurate doodle going on like I'm 1000% sure that is what an alien penis looks like. I could have sold that to NASA or something." I say causing him to roll his eyes.

I grab the keys and shake the soil of them. I grab his hand and run towards the car until I realized I didn't actually know where it was. I turn to Michael giggling and my stupidity and eagerness pointing me in the correct direction of the car. We run again hand in hand to his car. We hop in the silver car and he immediately turns on the a.c when I twist the key.

"So you still haven't told me where we are going" he says full of curiosity.

"Yep" I say clearly hinting that I wasn't going to tell him.

"I see how it is we drive my car and I don't get to know where we are going" he says jokingly.

"Hey your lucky I didn't blindfold you too" realizing that that sounded very sexual.

"Phew I'm so glad we didn't have to reenact 50 shades of grey" He says once again jokingly this time cutely darting his eyes over at me. Gosh he made it really hard to focus on driving.

There was a pause of silence before he said something like "listen to this" and out in a cd I immediately recognized as it opened with deep techno sound and then the serenading voice of Alex 'wishing on a star that's...". Before I know it we are just around the corner from our destination. I make the final right turn before making and parking.

"Sally's" Michael says clearly confused. I just nod my head and get out of the car. We walk into the store and I make a straight line to the hair dye.

"So what exactly are we doing?" He says.

"Well I was thinking we could dye our hair." I say casually.

"Why?" Michael asks.

"Because it is to hot to stay outside and I have been meaning to dye my hair purple. Also your pink is looking awfully faded, is that enough reasons?" I say grabbing the perfect shade of Manic Panic purple off the shelf. Michael nods in agreement.

"Pick one," I say.

"How about you pick." he says.

"Okay but that means I'm paying so don't pull any 'no I've go it, I'm your boyfriend' stunts at the checkout line" I say hopefully getting my point of hating feeling needy across the bored.

"Fine Miss. Independent, Now pick and we can do it at my place I have leftover shades and we can make your galaxy if you want." he says.

I pick a pastel violet before checking out. We hop back in the car this time with Michael drive since we were heading back to his dorm. When we arrive I grab the hair dye and head inside following behind Michael, as first dates go this wasn't the worst. We walk into the bathroom and I start to read the directions.

"Fuck" I say while Michael places wet rags easily accessible incase of a spill.

"What" He says continuing his task.

"It says shower before" I quote the directions.

"Oh yea, we can just get our hair wet in the sink." He says.

"Okay lets start, what is that for?" I ask as he pulls out Vaseline.

"You put this on your surrounding skin so it doesn't dye your face." I let out an 'oh' in response before we both start the dyeing process.

When we finish applying the dye to each other's head Michael sets a timer on his phone for 45 minuets. He grabs a speaker from his room hooking his phone to the chord and plays Pandora, shuffling all of his stations. Finally I can't take it and I burst into an uncontrollable laughter.

"What" Michael says looking up from his school newspaper.

"We just look so ridiculous" I say reaching for my phone. When I finally have it in my grip is swipe up and take a picture of Michael. I show it to him and he joins me in my giggling.

We chat and listen to music until the timer goes off and e remove the hair dye foil clumps. We rinse the dye out in the sink creating an amazing shade of purple water. I blowdry my hair causing it to be hella fluffy. Michael does his next and his hair ends up just as fluffy.

"I love it" I say, "I just hope Luke doesn't kill me."

"Shit you never told me Luke didn't like this idea. He is going to be so pissed at me." Michael says frantically.

"Calm your tits he won't find out" I say trying to get Michael to calm the fuck down.

"What do you mean he won't find out your hair is PURPLE!?!?!" He says clearly clueless.

"I mean he doesn't know we went out today. For all he knows I went and did this at a salon." I say watching Michael's stress become relived.

"It does look pretty damn good like it was done at a salon, if I do say so myself" He says highlighting what a great job he did. It really did look good.

"Well It is almost six and I don't want Luke to be to suspicious so I should probably get back" I say while we clean the bathroom.

"Okay I'll give you a ride back to your bike" He says.

"Sounds great" I say and we leave the now clean bathroom and get back into the silver car.

"Thanks." I say when we pull up to my bike.

"No problem" He says.

"So just to be clear we are keeping this between us. Right?" I say.

"I think that sounds good." He says. We hug and make the last remarks about our new hair before I hop on my bike and pedal home preparing my self for Luke's protective talk and how dying your hair is bad for you. In my opinion dyeing hair is better then dying and I think Michael lifted my spirits enough for me to hang in there, at least for a little longer. Who knew maybe he would be the final ingredient to my cure.

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Hope you liked. Imma try to put things to remember in italics from now on. The next chapter is gonna be a little confusing so yea. ALSO WE ARE HALF WAY TO MY GOAL OF 600 READS. okay bye comment vote share. PARTY HARD PEEPS {stay safe tho}.

-bella