"Seriously? This was your big plan? You've got to be kidding me."
"What! It's a good plan! You're just mad you never thought of it."
"No, Michael. I'm mad that you dragged me all the way out here just so we could buy hair dye."
He scoffed, matching the picture on my phone to the large wall of hair dye in front of us. "Whatever. It's bound to work, though."
"And if it doesn't?"
"Then I'm blaming you for it."
I bumped his shoulder with my own. "You still haven't found it?"
"No," He sighed. "I thought it would be here."
"Does it matter what brand we get? Let's just get the $2 one. It's not like they'll care if it matches."
"You're right." He bent down, knees cracking, and grabbed a box of silver hair dye, looking very different from the picture I had taken.
We paid for it, receiving an "are you two dating?" question from the cashier (to which Michael responded "yes") before retreating to our car and driving home.
"Why'd you tell her we're dating?," I scowled at him.
"Well, it's obvious we were together so why not go along with it? We'll probably never see her again."
"I don't know. It just feels weird 'cause we're not actually dating. Anyways, how are we gonna get Luke to notice the hair dye?"
"Okay, get this- A sleepover."
"A sleepover? What are we, 12?"
"Yes. And it's the perfect plan. He'll bring his stuff over and 'accidentally' leave the dye in the bathroom for someone to find!"
"Why would he be bringing hair dye to a sleepover?"
"Why do you have to shut down all my ideas?"
"Because they suck."
He groaned. "Just text Margo and tell her to be here by 8."
I rolled my eyes, pulling out my phone. "I can't believe we're doing this."
We pulled into the driveway just as I sent the text.
"How are we gonna hide the bag?," I asked, pointing to it.
"It doesn't matter. They won't care what we got. Just make sure they can't see the logo or name."
I carried it faced towards my thigh as we walked in, none of them even in our sight, and up the stairs to my room.
"Text Ashton," I reminded Michael.
He nodded, as my own phone vibrated.
"Margo said what are we, 12? and then she said ill be over at 7. I'll go tell the boys."
I knocked on Luke's door, waiting before he opened it. "Yeah?"
"Michael's having a sleepover tonight, so just warning you. Be ready by 8."
"A sleepover? We're not in Kindergarten."
"Yeah, tell him that. Anyways, your boyfriend is coming over too. Just though you might know."
He perked up, disappearing behind his door after giving me an "Alright."
Then I made my way to Calum's door, knocking before he opened it, obviously waking up from a nap or whatever.
"What?"
"Just a heads up, Margo is coming over for the sleepover Michael is planning for tonight, so be ready by 8."
