( This was originally written as jacks point of view bc it was initially a jolinsky story. Then Cameron dyed his hair so I thought why not. )
An hour later, with my hair all fluffy and slightly blonde I beam at Nash. He looks a little surprised that it turned out as good as it did. When I had gotten up from my chair he looked incredibly confused. Especially when she grabbed a bottle of dye.
"I can't believe you, Cam." He laughs, looking over my hair. I shrug and stare at my reflection in the camera of my phone. Nash snatches it.
"I'm dying it back in your sleep." I can only pray he's kidding. His haircut is cute. He didn't go the extra mile like me but I'm glad. He throws the bags into the trunk of his car and we head out to get something eat.
"I don't want to go out to eat." I pout, looking over at him. He only sends me a sly smile in response, never taking his eyes off the road. "I love it when you cook for me."
