Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Dyed Hair, Hair Cuts, and Sibling Bonding." - Chapter 48

Evan's p.o.v.

Ugh! I've been up here all morning trying to brush my fucking hair! And I can't! I'm practically pulling all my hair out. It hurts so bad to the point it's bringing tears! And what's worse is I have to look at my face in the mirror. "Evan! You gotta get ready! We're leaving soon!" Jordan yelled from behind my door. I opened the door to see him about to knock on the door. He looked at me and started laughing.

"Fuck you too!" I growled and was about to shut my door, but Jordan stopped it with his foot.

"Do you want help?" He asked.

"From you? No, you'll make me bald." I said and stepped away from the door, seeing as he was pushing his way in anyway.

"Bald is the new style." He smiled. I didn't find his comment amusing. He rolled his eyes and continued, "And no, I won't. I can even give you a haircut. I used to give you these fabulous hairstyles when you were a cuter, less demonic child."

"I'm not a child! I'm fourTEEN, I'm a teenager." I said with my arms crossed. I hated being treated like a kid.

"Sadly." He sighed before shaking his head. "Look, do you want my help, or not?" Jordan asked.

"Sure, could you cut my hair to a boy's style?" I asked and then bit my lip.

His eyes widened slightly before he scoffed. "Why? First you're gay- What are you trans now?" He asked with his arms crossed.

"No. I just like guy haircuts. It's easier to deal with." I said. "So, can you?" I asked looking up at my older brother.

"Fine, but I'm not gonna make it exactly like a guy cut." He said. "Sit on the bed and let's undo that lovely nest of yours." He said and patted my hair. I sat on my bed and he started combing my hair. Wow- It didn't hurt as much as when I did it. "Hold on, I'll be right back. Let me get my supplies." Supplies? Shit. He came back moments later with some scissors, a spray bottle, another bottle, some clips, and another comb. He then went to work on my hair.

(A/N: Evan's hair is originally long and brown. For all the other pictures of her with dyed hair, pretend that she has brown hair:)

"No more tangled birds nest as your hair, my baby sister." Jordan said and smiled at his work.

I got up and looked at my hair. It was still its long brown self, but straight and with no knots. Yes! "Thanks, Jordan!" I smiled. Typically, my hair ends up wavy, despite my hair being naturally straight, because of how I take care of it- Which is not good.

Seth then walked in. "Michael's gonna be home in an hour or two. He told us to pack, so maybe get packing?"

"Seth, look! My hair is straight!" I said with a smile.

"Cool!" He spoke sarcastically. "I don't care." He added. "I'm gonna dye my hair, you guys should pack." Seth said and began leaving.

And with him saying that, I got an idea. "Seth! Wait! Can I dye my hair?"

"What?" He asked.

"You heard me! I wanna dye my hair!" I said, jumping up and down.

"Woah, you think just 'cause I have a shit load of hair dye and bleach that you can dye your hair?" He asked. I nodded my head slowly, knowing he wouldn't let me. "Sure."