That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

2.5

We got back to the house and started on our hair. I put on an old black tshirt and some underwear while Mikey just stripped out of his clothes period. He just had on his boxers.

He started putting the bleach in my hair then his.

"Let this sit for about 30 minutes then wash it out." He mumbled, setting his timer. He went on his Twitter, his lips forming into a smirk at the screen.

"What?" I smiled sitting next to him.

Luke5SOS: I swear my sister @PandoraRose & @Michael5SOS are goals
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It was a photo of me and Michael cuddling after we made up earlier that day.

Trending on Twitter was #PandoraandMichaelAreGoals.

I laughed at the hashtag before tweeting out, thanking them and especially thanking Luke.

The alarm went off and I bent over the sink to wash my hair while Michael used the shower head. Once all of the blonde dye was rinsed out I wrapped a towel around my head letting it dry.

Michael decided to blow dry his instead of letting it dye natural.

I took mine out of the towel and let it air dry.

My hair finally dried and so did Mikey's so we started on the dye. I put on some gloves and poured some red

dye into my hands and started massaging it into his scalp. Once it was all covered I looked at the time then added 30 minutes to that. He grabbed the gloves and mixed the dark purple/ violet dye together.

He put the dye over my hair, making sure not to miss any spots.

"Done!" He chirped.

I stood up, but he pressed me against the counter, his hips slowly nearing mine.

"We have 20 minutes. Let's make it useful." He muttered against my lips.

I kissed back with just as much dominance as he did. He deepened the kiss, his hands slowly making their way down my body and resting on my hips where his nails dug into them, making me flinch in pain. He didn't notice and his nails just kept digging. Eventually the pain subsided.

He removed his hands and helped me up onto the counter, his lips not leaving mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, watching the dye that was processing in his hair.

The alarm went off, making me jump and him laugh.

"Holy shit. That was hilarious!" He laughed out while I pouted. He kissed the frown away as he went over to the sink and started washing his hair. I ran into Lukes room and grabbed his Axe shampoo and conditioner for the newly red headed boy.

About 5 minutes later Mikey told me to go wash the purple dye out of my hair.

I bent over the sink and rested my hair in it, the dye slowly fading out of my hair.

I felt Michael grab me from the back and hold my waist with one hand while helping me get the dye out I missed with the other.

I finished washing my hair and used my black towel so I wouldn't stain my mums good white ones with our hair dye.

"I can't wait to see what it looks like!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up at him.

"Me either." He smiled kissing my lips.

"I love you."

"And I love you too."