// amethyst //
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"memories, oh they cut like knives."
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"so you just left?"
"maybe." I reply, shrugging my shoulders in doubt.
"and why is that?" Val says while we both look out my window, admiring the night sky.
"I don't know. I guess I just freaked out when he mentioned the date with Drew-"
"wait, you went on a date with Drew?" she cuts me off with a smirk resting on her face.
"yes- well kind of. I told him just friends though." I groan before I pull my cigarette to my lips to try and calm my nerves.
"why would put him in the friend zone? have you seen how gorgeous he is?" she says, as if she hasn't been listening the entire time.
"because, Val! I love someone else and drew isn't him!" I yell as I smash what's left of my cigarette in the ash tray before I fall onto my bed in defeat.
her body falls right beside mine, followed my a few moments in silence before she said, "how did he know about the date with Drew?"
"well he might've seen me with him?" I answer insecurely.
"oh God, amethyst. you really fucked this one up." she groans.
"thank you, that totally made me feel better." I snap sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, it's just- I don't know what to do to help you with this, Ames." she throws her hands up in defeat. "I've never been put in this situation."
"it's fine, I'm just going to have to deal with this and see what happens." I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair.
"do you know what would help get your mind off things a bit?" she asks me, twirling my hair in her fingers. I raise my eyebrows, wondering what could be going through her mind.
"c'mon." she grabs my hand and drags me down the stairs into the dark and empty salon.
"what're we doing?" I ask her, following her footsteps.
"what does it look like?" she replies, stopping in front of the wall of different hair dyes.
"oh." I say with a smirk plastered on my mouth.
"which one for me?" she asks, raising up two different colors. light blonde or red.
"I think blonde will look good." I reply.
my eyes scan through the different colors until a few in particular catch me eyes.
"what about me?" I ask her, picking up the dark purple dye and the dark brown one too.
"let's try dark brown." she wiggles her eyebrows in excitement.
while I sit down in the chair with Val brushing through my faded hair with roots growing in the top, I realize how ugly it looks now. with my blonde roots showing and the blue fading, I look like a dumb girl who decided to dye her hair grey.
"michael told me how much he loved my hair today when it actually looks like shit." I laugh as she does too.
"he probably does love it, I mean he does happen to be head over heels for you." she replies with the cool dye sending shivers down my spine.
"well I'm mad at him." I frown, thinking about how he doesn't trust me anymore.
"well, you shouldn't be." she said followed by a few moments of silence. "he was just watching out for you."
"that's not why I'm mad at him!" I groan. "have you not been listening?"
"woah, calm your tits." she says in defense. "is it that time of month."
"maybe." I pout.
"you're full of maybe's tonight, aren't you?" she asks me with a small smirk on her lips.
"maybe." I chuckle slightly.
"I think you should talk to him."
"I think I shouldn't."
"you should."
"shouldn't."
"why are you even mad at him again?" she asks me. wow she really hasn't been listening to my vent in the past hour.
"you really haven't been listening." I roll my eyes and place my forehead in my palms.
"hey, keep your head up or your hair will look like shit." she orders, making me pull it back up. "please tell me why you're mad at him.
"because, he doesn't trust me anymore."
"well you don't trust him either."
"well he doesn't deserve my trust."
"well maybe he doesn't deserve yours either." she shrugs in reply.
"ugh I hate when you're right." I groan once again for about the hundredth time in the past hour.
"I know you do." she chuckles , rubbing more and more dark color into my hair.
"since when have you been so wise? isn't that for old people?" I ask her jokingly.
"well, if you don't know, I'm pretty old. 21 is a lot of years." she laughs with me joining her.
"well, you're pretty wise for a 21- year old."
"why thank you my dear." she smiles into the reflection in the mirror.
"so, do you like him?" I ask her, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
"I do like him, even though he cheated on you." she cracks a smile with her cheeks tinting red.
"I saw you checking him out today." I blurt, covering my mouth immediately.
"what- no. I wasn't checking him out." she lies straight to my face.
"lies, lies, lies." I said. "just make your little crush on him doesn't go far."
"I promise, Ames, I don't have a crush on him. he's like 3 years younger than me? yeah no." she chuckles, looking down at my almost completely darkened hair.
"whatever floats your boat." I put my hands up in defense.
"there's no boat to float." she chuckles at her remark.
"I still think you should talk to him." she changes the subject after a minute or two in silence.
"I don't think so." a grin comes across my face.
"well, remember, he did come here just for you. and now you're shutting him out." she makes a point, once again.
"seriously, you should be like a counselor or something." I say in amazement.
"I should shouldn't i?" she flips over the imaginary hair off of her shoulder.
"you're literally always right with this shit."
"well, I've been through a lot, too. just like you." she says, wrapping the last of my hair in the tinfoil.
"now all that you've got to do is gain his trust back." she says with her hands on my shoulders from behind.
maybe he's not the only one who needs to gain his trust back.
I think I do too.
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sorry for the slow update!!
I'm kind of on writers block and it sucks to here's a boring filler....
sorry guys.
thank you for 575 though!!
love you guys <3
