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Warnings: nothing but fluff, some swearing, kissing
Word Count: 1.4k | unedited
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You hum along to the song playing off your phone as you mix up the hair color in the mixing bowl with the brush.
"Y/n?" Colby calls out and you keep mixing as you answer, "Bathroom."
"Whatcha-" he stops, smiling as he steps into the doorway, "Oh, hair we go again." He laughs at his own joke and you turn, laughing, "Yes, hair we go again."
"What color are you doing this time?" He leans against the door frame and you purse your lips, "Can it be a surprise?"
"It looks like a purple-y, blue." He leans in, "Are you doing blue?"
You shrug, smirking as you set the bowl down to part the first section of your hair, "Maybe. Maybe not."
"You're killing me." He laughs, "But I know you'll look hot either way." He pecks your cheek, "Need any help?"
"If you want. I know it's kind of boring."
He scoffs, "Please. Nothing ever boring when you're around." He smile at you in the mirror, "Tell me what I gotta do and I'll do it."
"Section the hair and make sure you coat all of it." You watch as he goes to grab the brush and you turn, "Don't you want gloves? Your hand will be stained."
He thinks for a second and shrugs, "I'll be alright."
You laugh and lean forward, tilting your head back so he can part or down the middle.
As he's applying the color, you both sing to songs that come on, Colby whips the brush up, acting like it's a microphone, and you laugh, pointing to the splotch of color that he flung on the wall.
"Oh shit, sorry." He laughs and grabs a towel to wipe it off, "That's.." he laughs, "That's going to stain."
"I'll get it later." You laugh, shaking your head, "You should put some in your hair."
"If there's any left over I will." He winks at you in the mirror and you feel your cheeks heat up, "I'm holding you to that, you'd look good with this color."
"My hair is kind of dark.." he says as he paints your hair, "Don't you think?"
You shrug, "Won't hurt to try it."
"I like your thinkin', babe." He smiles, dancing around to the song that's playing.
You smile, watching him behind you in the mirror and he smiles, getting all shy, "Whaaat?"
You smile, looking down, "Nothing, nothing." You look back up, "I just really love you." He pushes his lips, fighting back a huge smile, "I really love you, too, baby."
