He calls me blue.

6.

Hey!

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KYLE.

"Kyle?"

Hopes sweet voice called to me from just a few feet away, and when I looked at her, she had a big smile on her face and was holding a few boxes. "Yeah?"

It was then that I realized what she was holding. Various colors of blue hair dye and some clear gloves. "Can I dye my hair?"

I smiled and laughed, rushing over to her to look at everything. "I don't understand why are are asking for my permission. "

"Because it's your house. " she said in a tone that told me that it was obvious. I just nodded.

"That's fine. Let's go do it now. I'm getting tired of walking around. "

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HOPE.

"Ah!" Kyle jumped back and squealed, dodging a bunch of blue dye what had rolled down the back of my head and now was on the floor. "Shit. " of course I laughed at him, earning a disapproving look in return.

"Don't be mean. " he frowned and pulled one of his gloves off, throwing it in the trash can. He grabbed a tissue, then bent down to wipe down the dye. Luckily it was there for only a few seconds so it had literally no time to stain the tile.

"I'm sorry, it was just entertaining. " he looked at me, making eye contact with me while he threw the tissue away.

I ripped the gloves off, rolling them into a ball and putting them in the trash before looking at my hair.

"Are there any spots on the back of my head?" I asked Kyle, watching him in the mirror as he inspected my head and then shook his.

"Nah, you good. " I smiled, turning and walking
out of the bathroom. Kyle followed behind me, falling onto his couch when we got to it. I copied, sitting carefully in order to avoid getting dye on the furniture.

We had gotten home around 5, then got right into dying my hair. It took a while, seeing as Kyle had never done this and I have quite a bit of hair.

"When are your parents getting home?"

He sat up, then closed his eyes to think. "I think next Monday. "

"Oh, that's not too long. " I looked down, realizing that after they get back I'll have to leave.

Just yesterday I was reluctant to be here, but now I feel like if I wasn't with Kyle, I'd be lost.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they'll be fine with you being here. " he put his hand on my shoulder, shaking it back and forth. I looked at him and he smiled.

"Hey, it will be okay. " he rubbed my shoulder for a second then stood. "You hungry?" I forgot all of my concerns and stood too.

"Yeah. Got anymore noodles?" I followed him into his kitchen, sitting on the counter while he searched. Suddenly, he pulled a box out and shouted, "Aha! We do!"

We make small talk for a while, me still on the counter and him leaning against the stove in front of me.

"So, Hope, I hope you know that from now on I'll be calling you blueberry. " he gestured towards my hair. That reminds me, I should probably rinse it out soon.

"No! That's so cheesy. Why don't you just stick with hope? It is my name after all.." I trailed off, jumping off the counter. He was about to counter but I spoke. "Hold that thought. Im going to go wash this out. "

He sighed, turning towards the large pot that had now boiling water in it. I left the kitchen and returned to the bathroom we were in before.

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"Ow fuck. " I shouted, dropping the bottle of soap onto the floor and rushing my hand to my eye. I was too lazy to get in the shower, so I was just standing and bending so that my hair was getting wet.

The waster was just starting to run clear when my bitch ass decided to wash it, and fucked up and got the damn soap in my eye.

My hand also had soap on it, so I was honestly just making it worse, but I kept my hand there and rinsed the rest of the soap out as fast as I could.

I tied it up in a towel when I was done, then turned to the sink to try and rinse my damn eye out.

I looked in the mirror after a few seconds of just blinking in water, and frowned when I saw how bright red it was.

"Kyle! Do you have eye drops?" Whenever I was younger and i got soap in my eye, my mom would just put some eye drops in and it would instantly rid of all of the pain.

"Thwre should be saline solution in the cabinet. Why?– oh my shit. What happened to your eye?" He put his hand on my face, pulling my cheek down so he could look. But that hurt even more.

"Kyle, stop. That hurts. " he pulled his hand back and reached into the cabinet.

"I'm sorry. I-uh, never mind. Go lay on the couch. " he grabbed my hand and dragged me out, watching me as I took a seat and laid down.

"Okay, so you can either close your eyes and I'll put it in the corner for you to blink in, or I can just go for it. " he sat next to my head, moving so his leg was on my left side and against the cushion.

"Just go for it man. " I braced myself for the feeling, flinching when he just flipped it over and some drops fell onto my cheek.

He laughed and my reaction, then cautiously moved the bottle over my eye, not leaving much space. I reached my hand up, grabbing his ankle. I don't think he's supposed to just drop it in. I've made a mistake.

"Kyle-" I stopped when I felt a drop hit my eye, and I flinched and sat up. "No. That was awful. I'll just suffer. " I had just started to stand up when he wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me back down.

"Yo need more. Close your eye this time. " I nodded and grabbed his ankle again. It was much more scary having my eye closed, but also, when he dropped it in my corner, it scared the fucking shit out of me.

I blinked it in, the opened my eyes and thanked him. "No problem. " he smiled, and I expected him to get up, but he didn't, and neither did I.

We just looked into each others eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly, he started to move towards my face.

He was going to kiss me.

I didn't try to stop him, actually wanting this to happen. Just when we were about to touch, something in the kitchen sizzled loudly, and we heard the sound of water hitting a hot surface.

"Fuck. The pasta. "

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