Camp Counselor (5SOS Cake) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter Four

(AN: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I've been so busy with school and then microsoft word crashed and i had to start all over and ugh :/)

                Michael was in the bathroom with the door locked. Nobody knew what was going on. I heard a loud crash and Michael muttering “shit” as I heard his feet stomp around the bathroom.

                “Michael? What are you doing in there?” I asked.

                “Nothing! Nothing, I just need…” I heard him pick something up from inside the door, “an hour?! Oh fucking twat fuck.”

                “Michael, what are you doing in there?” I asked again.

                “I’m… um… I got my period,” he mumbled, sounding confused even as he said it.

                “Well I mean you could ask Emily for some pads or tampons or something I don’t know, man, I thought this thing was strictly for people with uteruses… Wait, Michael, is that why you’re always changing in the bathroom?”

                “Ugh,” he said, unlocking the door, “Come in, but don’t tell Luke, okay?”

                 I walked in, hair dye was spilled all over the floor and Michael had a bunch of dye covering his head as he struggled to clean up the mess. He quickly locked the door behind me.

                “So you don’t have a uterus, right?” I chuckled.

                “No I don’t. I just really wanted to dye my hair, okay?”

                “Let me help you then,” I said, grabbing a new pack of hair dye, “Why did you bring two?”

                “Because this always happens when I dye my hair, so technically I brought 5.”

                “Oh god.”

                I helped wash the dye out of Michael’s hair and let him towel dry it while I got the dye in the tube. Michael’s hair was slightly blue from the dye he put in earlier.

                “What the hell? This was supposed to be red!” he shouted angrily.

                I shushed at him while I shook the dye up in the bottle and put the application tube on the top. I positioned it over Michael’s head and gently squeezed the bottle, covering his hair and mixing it all in with my gloved hands.

                “Whatever, it was still supposed to be red.”

                I continued applying the mixture and mixing it all up in Michael’s hair and Michael pouted into the mirror while I smiled at him through it.

                “Michael, Calum?” I heard a voice say. Was that Luke or Uncle Pat?

                He tried to open the door and I froze in place. He realized it was locked and knocked on the door, “Is there a janitor in there?”

                I altered my voice to sound a bit deeper and gave myself a German accent, “Ah, yas, dis is Huulgen.”

                “Wh- okay, bye,” I heard him mumble.

                I let out a breath and so did Michael as I continued to work on his hair.

                “If we get caught I am so blaming you,” I said.