M I C H A E L
"What color do you want?" Ryan ask, looking up and down the isle of all the hair dye colors.
"Black," I tell her
"How boring is that? Why not green or purple?" She suggests.
The reason I'm getting black is because the first time I saw Ryan in person my hair was black. That sounds extremely cheesy, but Ryan is my favorite person, and I want to do anything to make her happy.
"Alright," she picks up the black hair dye box. "Black it is."
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We both change into old clothes and I head over to Ryan's apartment.
"Okay, sit," she tells me, pointing to the chair in the middle of her bathroom.
"Wait-can you turn on music?" I suggest.
She rolls her eyes, before connecting her Bluetooth speaker to her phone. She hands me the phone so I can pick a song.
"Okay Michael, you're gonna have to sit still, or I'm gonna fuck up your hair,"
"My hair's already fucked up. There's not much you can do to it,"
This causes her to laugh. I love her laugh–it makes me so happy to hear Ryan laugh even if it's just a stupid remark I said.
I turn on All Time Low while she starts dying my hair. We end up dancing around her bathroom even though she told me to sit still. How can you not dance to All Time Low?
After a few hours, Ryan helps me wash out the product in my hair. Her hands running through my hair make me want to just fall asleep in her arms.
"You're done!" She yelps, wiping her stained hands with a towel.
"It looks good! Thanks, Ryan!" I smile at her.
After cleaning up the bathroom counter I walk into her connected bedroom to see her with her shirt off.
"Oh fuck, sorry," I apologize shielding my eyes.
"Oh shut up Michael. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," she scoffs.
I uncover my eyes to see her looking through her drawers to find a shirt.
"You're beautiful." I blurt out.
This causes her to laugh before looking over at me shyly and putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you, Michael," she smiles at me, showing her pearly white teeth that I love so much.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Go for it,"
I place my hand on her cheek, kissing her lips like they are the most fragile piece of glass.
She wraps her arms around my body as she kisses me back. God, I've missed her lips.
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