Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 17

(A/N): Drinking game: drink every time you read 'dye'

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June's P.O.V.

Three days earlier

My legs dangled from the edge of the rooftop. Michael and I were once again, on the roof of the 'haunted' and ran-down house we visited earlier.

Although I promised myself not to ever mention this building, due to the fact that Michael connected this place with harmful memories, I suggested it for several reasons. We both needed fresh air, and although there were tons of other buildings we could've visited, this one has the most soothing atmosphere.

One day, I said to myself, one day I will ask Calum to come up here too. Hoping he will experience the same as me. Calmness.

"See that park over there?" I pointed towards the area covered in green grass and pine trees. "We should go there one time. It's really nice."

Michael remained quiet, playing with his hands on his lap. He lifted his head, his green eyes slightly closed, the wind up here was a burden for everyone's eyes.

The cool wind blew my hair out of my face, and it was so long that it got tangled easily as it was dancing in the wind.

All of the sudden, I felt Michael grabbing my hair carefully. "Pass me your hairband", he ordered as he pointed towards my wrist, covered in bracelets and hairbands.

I handed him a purple one that threatened to break if you stretch it too much. He divided my hair in three parts and started braiding. How did he knew how to braid?

"Had a tons of female friends, if that answers your questions", he murmured as if he read my mind.

"Are you saying you are some type of player? Or man-whore?" I cheekily asked without facing him.

Despite of the strong blowing wind, a chuckle was hearable. "Excuse you? I was in third grade when I learned it. And I intended to say female friends instead of girlfriends."

Shaking my head softly, I smirked. "That's what they all say."

Never did I know I will ask this question, nor did I expect to have that much confidence to bring it up. "Michael, how many girlfriends did you have?"

He tied the finished braid with the purple hair tie. To be honest, this guy can make my hair every day. He did a better job than me.

"Couple", he answered in a sparingly manner. "But... I was always seeking for someone who's different."

"May I ask, what do you mean by different?"

Shrugging, he settled down next to me, closer than before. Ruffling his hair in nervousness, he glimpsed over the edge.

"By different, I mean the way a girl acts and looks", he brings out after a long hesitation. "Not that looks matter a lot, but that's what makes a girl attractive. Yeah, I know I might sound like a complete jerk but I never said only certain appearances are beautiful. The thing that makes it beautiful is the way a girl, or let's say, an individual embraces it. Unfortunately, a lot of people don't know the reality yet."

My thoughts wandered to the time Luke only dated blondes for a long period of time. I remember asking him why, and he says it's his type.

It was also that period of time where I considered dying my hair blonde because of him.

"Beautifully said", I answered approvingly and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Speaking of appearances, what can I change about mine?"

Michael startled and raised an eyebrow. "I never said changing. I meant embracing."