a/n lynn reminded me that i didnt write this one so im writing it now
"Michael, I don't know how to dye hair." You sighed. You were currently sitting on the couch on his lap and he was holding you close and trying to convince you to dye your hair.
"But I dye my hair all the time! Don't you trust me?" He whined and pouted.
You did trust him. You had trusted him in your relationship for the past few years.
"Fine. I'll do it." You sigh in defeat.
"Yay! I have extra hair dye upstairs, I'll go get it!" He squeals and gently picks you up and puts you on the couch before running upstairs.
When he returns, he has three different boxes and some other materials in his hands.
"Blue, red, or pink?" He asks you.
"Hm..." You thought for a minute before coming to a decision. "Red."
"Okay," He put down the other two boxes. "Let's get started."
You two walked into the kitchen and he got a stool for you to sit on.
Once you sat down, he put something smooth in your hair.
"That was just incase it gets on your skin." He explains. You nod and he continues.
Then he puts on gloves and mixes some powder together.
He called it "hair bleach" and it was supposed to lighten your hair to make it easier to dye.
Once he put that on the ends hair, your tips were a light shade, almost white.
He let that dry, and then he began dying your hair.
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After it was done, it was a beautiful dark red color.
"Thank you, I love you, babe!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck.
"No problem, baby. But I think you owe me a favor now." He said with a smirk, pulling you to the bedroom.
a/n idk how to dye hair so SHHHH ok cool thanks
