Two faced Lover 》M.C.

Chapter 8

Today, Michael and I dyed our hair. It was about time I had some fun.
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Sam POV

Michael and I talked for about an hour before deciding on a color. We set up an appointment for right after school.

Instead of waiting at the front for Luke and Ashton, I ran outside to Michael's car. I told them that I needed to leave right away. They didn't question me.

"You ready?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. Are we going back to yours after?" I asked.

"Yeah. The guys are going to meet us there."

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We arrived at the salon and went inside. The girl at the front was on her phone, so she didn't notice us. Michael cleared his throat.

"Hi. What would- oh my god. Are you Michael from 5 Seconds of Summer?" She said and smiled.

"Yeah. You a fan?" He asked.

"Yes. I love watching your videos. You have an amazing voice," she told him, batting her false eyelashes.

"Thanks," he said.

"Wow. You actually have fans?" I joked.

"Shut up," he said and playfully shoved my shoulder.

The girl looked me up and down. Her smile turned into a scowl.

"Who's this?" She asked, obnoxiously flipping her hair.

"My girlfriend," Michael said and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Hmm. So what can I do for you today?"

"We're getting our hair dyed. Both brown."

"Michael, let's go somewhere else," I whispered in his ear.

"Why? We're already here and the nearest place is at least twenty minutes away," he protested.

"Fine."

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An hour and a half later, my hair was done. I was on my phone the whole time and now I wish I wasn't.

My hair looked awful. Not even awful. Horrendous, disgusting. I wanted to vomit. What was so hard to understand about wanting it brown?

"Do you like it?" The girl asked.

I just got up without saying anything and walked out, waiting for Michael in the car. He just loved not to listen to me.

Michael POV

I checked out my hair in the side-view mirror when I got in the car. I fixed it into a fringe, feeling it between my fingertips.

"She did a great job on my hair," I said.

"I bet she did," Sam huffed.

"What's your problem?" I asked.

"Michael, look at what she did to my hair. It's disgusting," Sam said.

Her hair had different parts of brown and dark green. One piece was a mix between purple and orange. Was that even possible?

"It's not that bad," I lied.

"You're a terrible liar. My hair's awful. She hated me," she said.

"Why would she hate you? She doesn't even know you."

"Are you that blind? She's jealous that I'm your girlfriend. I told you we should've gone somewhere else," she said, leaning back in the passenger seat.

"You're right. We'll go somewhere else to get it fixed," I sighed.

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Two hours later, Sam's hair was the same shade of brown as mine. I took a picture with her and tweeted it.

@Michael5SOS: We're twins. Love you @Sam_Evans

"Thank you for doing this for me and for paying for everything," she said.

"It's a small price to pay to make my girl happy," I said.

She smiled when I said my girl and kissed my cheek.

"You're amazing," she said.

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

Sam POV

We were now back at Michael's house after we fixed the nightmare that was my hair. I told them about the girl at the salon.

"What a bitch," Calum said.

"I know. I wanted to strangle her," I said.

"Good thing you didn't. Your mum wouldn't let you hang out with me anymore," Michael said.

"Nothing could keep me from seeing you. Not even my mum," I said.

Luke pretended to gag and I smacked him. My phone vibrated and said that my dad texted me.

Dad: Where are you?

Sam: Michael's. Why?

Dad: Come home.

Sam: Why?

Dad: I'm back.

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I ran inside after Michael dropped me off. Both my parents were standing in the living room.

"Dad!" I said and threw my arms around him.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" He asked.

"I missed you so much. I can't believe you're home."

"I know. I missed you too. They let me come home early because I was done with my work," he said.

"And there you go. Lying to your daughter," Mum scoffed.

"What do you mean?" I asked and pulled away.

"Tell her, Paul."

"I will not be pressured into this, Anne."

"Somebody just tell me what's going on!" I yelled.

"Your father got laid off from work," Mum said.

"It's temporary," Dad said.

"Temporary, my ass. You knew this would happen!" My mum said, raising her voice.

"I will not have this conversation here. Sammy, go upstairs. Your mum and I need to talk alone," he said.

I trudged up to my room, feeling slightly relieved to be by myself. I didn't want anyone to comfort me. Not even Michael.

My parents never got into arguments, especially not in front of me and Zoe. And my mother never swore. Only when she got extremely mad.

Something was seriously wrong with my parents, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.