You and Michael had been pranking each other non-stop the past week. It was really fun, but now both of you had to be extra careful with every move you made, because you never knew when the other one would pull a trick on you. It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were walking into the bedroom to gather your things for a shower. Michael was sitting on the bed watching TV. You greeted him with a hug and kiss, and he gladly accepted. You then entered the bathroom and shut the door, Michael then bursting into laughter.
"This is gonna be good..." he muttered to himself, smiling, as he focused his attention back to the television.
Half an hour later, Michael heard you turn off the water in the shower. He decided to get off the bed and race downstairs to the living room, because he knew you wouldn't be happy about what he had done, and he didn't want to be in the same room as you when you found out. He sat on the couch for about five minutes until he heard you scream at the top of your lungs.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!! MICHAEL!!!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!!" you shouted, looking at yourself in the mirror over and over again. Your hair was blue!!!! BLUE! Michael had taken this pranking thing way too far. Putting blue die in your shampoo was unacceptable.
Several moments later, you heard the door to you and Michael's bedroom open, and you wrapped the towel around your body and went outside to talk to him. He had a huge grin on his face as he saw your bright blue hair. He burst out laughing.
"MICHAEL!! THIS. IS. NOT. FUNNY. How could you do this?!!" you began, starting to stress about your hair being blue when you would have to go out in public.
"What are you talking about, Y/N?! It's absolutely hilarious!! Look at you!" he said, barely able to form a sentence from all the hysterical laughter.
You were so frustrated and angry at Michael, you just walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. What did he mean when he said 'look at you!'? Did you look horrible? Tears formed in your eyes as you began to think about how you were gonna explain this to everyone. You then heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Y/N? Come on, babe. Open up please. I'm sorry." you sighed as you opened the door, coming face to face with him. He looked at your hair, and then at your face, noticing the glossiness of your eyes.
"Oh, babe, please don't cry. I'm so sorry I put the dye in your shampoo bottle, it was just a joke. I'm sorry." he apologised as he wrapped you in a tight hug.
"Mikey, it wasn't the prank that made me upset.... do I look bad with my hair like this? Your reaction to it before made me feel like I looked disgusting with this hair colour, and I am stuck with my hair like this for a while now ..." you admitted as you looked down with sadness. Michael tilted your head up again so you were looking into each other's eyes.
"Y/N, the only reason I said 'look at you' before is because it was funny!! It was a prank, and it turned out really well!!" he began to explain. "You know, I think you look really sexy with blue hair ...." he stated, winking at you.
"Oh, really?" you said. He nodded and dragged you into the bedroom.
You had to think of a prank to get him back. Revenge was what you needed; and that was exactly what you were going to give him.
