What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Dyed Together

You woke up with a start. A really good one. Maybe because you finished the book you were reading last night or finished half the season of (insert your fave TV show) and you were able to get a nice deep sleep.

As you made your way to your bathroom to shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt like you needed a change. You want to change something in your appearance. Suddenly the thought of getting your hair dyed made your eyes light up and your heart flutter with excitement.

You never had your hair dyed or even stepped in a salon to get your hair done. Just like you, your hair is a virgin. You trim it by yourself and style it the way you want it.

You've always wanted to get your hair dyed in (favorite color here) and you could clearly picture yourself in that color.

A giggle escaped your lips as you took a shower and imagine yourself in different hair colors possible, thinking which one will suit you best.

After half an hour of preparing yourself, you finally jumped in your car and drove to that salon that always attracts your attention. It looks expensive but you have more than enough money to afford what they offer.

You parked your car and locked it. Then you slipped your key inside your purse as you confidently walked inside the salon.

The staffs greeted you with warm and genuine smiles. They seemed to be impressed by your light and sunny aura so they immediately attended to you.

"Good morning, ma'am. What can we do for you?" A lady in 20's with bright blue eyes approached you.

"Um I would like to get my hair dyed in (fave color) please?" You said nicely.

The lady pouted and touched your hair, examining it. "It's your first time." She said, looking at you in amazement. "Come here. We'll take good care of you, sweetheart." She said as she leads you to a chair in front of a huge lighted glass.

"I'll just get the chemicals ready." She said to you and walked away.

You heard the entrance door open and the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor. You did not bother look at who entered. All you care about is your hair and your own satisfaction.

The person sat to the chair next to you. From your peripheral, you could see a guy with a dirty blonde hair. He seems to be familiar but you still don't want to look. Awkward stares aren't really you're thing.

Another staff approached him and attended to him. His voice sounded very familiar but you do not want to jump in conclusions that you know the person.

You jut stared at the mirror and examined your face. Your (eye color) eyes are bright and seemed to be glazed with something positive. Your eyelashes are thick which compliments your eyes more. You realized you have a cute nose. You tried crinkling it and it made you chuckle. You didn't know you could do that. Your lips are plump and naturally pink. It even looks prettier when you curve it into a smile. So far, you're enjoying looking at yourself in the mirror and admiring the features you didn't even know you have.

"Um excuse me." You heard someone said.

You turned your head to the dirty blonde guy's direction and almost dropped your heart and jaw 12 feet under once glove settled your eyes on him.

Oh.

OH.

It's Patrick Stump.