5SOS One-Shots and Preferences

BSM Ashton: You Dye Your Hair

Your head looked at the ground as you and Michael walked out of the hair salon, your hoods covering your heads and sunglasses on your faces. Paparazzis snapped photos of you two, luckily them not being able to capture the new look your bestfriend had taken you to get done.

You both got into your car, but letting him drive. He had just gotten his license and wanted t drive your car. Shockingly, he was a pretty good driver, despite only having a few lessons from his dad.

"I'm not to sure." You sighed, messing with the new color that was in your hair.

"Too late now." Michael grunted. You was always like this when you did something different to yourself. Just like when he went with you to get your belly button pierced, which you questioned once the pain hit. It was the same day he had gotten his eyebrow pierced and you promised him that if he went through with his piercing, you'd get one too.

"You know Ashton is gonna know its you right?" You asked him.

"Me? What?" He was confused.

"You know, you taking me to do this," You started, "He knows when I do some drastic, it's usually you who does it with me. He figured that out with our piercings."

He gave a slight nod, keeping his eyes focused on the road, which honestly, you was thankful for. You didn't want your car to be wrecked.

You flicked on the radio, plugging your phone into the auxiliary cable.

"Put some My Chemical Romance, The 1975, or Good Charlotte on." He said, shooting a quick smile your way.

Rolling your eyes, you shuffled a playlist of older music. Some old Good Charlotte songs came on, making the two of you shout the lyrics.

He pulled up outside of his house, you both jumping out of the car.

"I'll message you later. Please don't tell Ash it was me. I love you and Ill see you later. We're still on for Movie Night on Friday, right?" He asked, pulling you into a hug.

"Definitely. Every Friday since eighth grade, remember?" You laughed, looking back on the memories.

He nodded, smiling. He let you out of the hug before running inside. You got into the driver seat of your vehicle and revved the engine up, making your way back toward your house. You pulled into the driveway, unbuckling your seatbelt and going inside, with your hair up in a bun and your hood up.

You didn't notice Ashton on the couch.

"Y/N? Why do you have a hood on?" He asked, confused.

"God dammit Ashton!" You clutched your chest, trying to calm your heart.

"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly.

You sighed, knowing you was caught. You slipped the hood down, showing off your new hair color. Ashton got off of the couch, walking over to inspect the rose gold color that complimented your skin tone and make your hazel eyes look greener.

"I'm going to kill Michael." Ashton sighed, picking up a piece of your rose gold hair then letting it fall.

"It wasn't Michael." You laughed, knowing it really was.