You and Mikey decided that he would be dying your hair this time. You decided to start with a subtle color, like brown, before you went crazy with colors. Of course, Mikey volunteered to help you. You drove to Target and he grabbed the hair dye while you grabbed tin foil. When you got back, Mikey insisted on dying your hair himself while you watched Netflix on your phone. You weren't paying attention to what Mikey was doing, but he was being extra rough for some reason. When it was time to rinse out your hair, you looked down at the water and it was red.
"Mikey!" You screamed.
"What?!" Mikey ran into the room.
"My head is bleeding!" You scream, "you were being too rough!"
"What?! Lemme see." He looks for a cut, but there isn't one.
"Check the box." You say irritatedly.
"Why-- fine." He picked up the box and read it, "L'Oréal Red--ohhh."
"You grabbed the wrong one." You sigh, and all he does is bust out laughing, "it's not funny."
"I'm sorry, baby, but--" he stops to breathe, while you start to laugh, "you thought your head was bleeding."
"Stop it." You laugh and jokingly pout.
"Aw, come here." He pulls you close and kisses you. "I love you, Y/N."
