Riley
"Is that the North Star?" Michael asked as he pointed to the sky.
"Do you think I know?" I asked.
"Well yeah, I mean you're the smart one."
I chuckled. "You're smart too, but I honestly don't know what star that is."
"Okay, well it's really bright so I didn't know."
We were laying on the roof, outside my window at eleven'o clock at night, looking up at the stars. Our determination to spend as much time together as possible was now in full affect. He made nightly trips over here and we would sit on the roof or in my room and just talk and joke around. Last night we watched movies until 3 am and it was great.
"Hey, I have an idea." He said.
"What is it?"
"I wanna dye my hair and I want you to do it."
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.
"Yeah I'm sure. It's cheaper and we get to hang out. What do you say?"
I had never dyed anyone's hair before. I tried trimming my own hair one time and almost cried because I was scared I would hurt myself. But I mean it was just hair dye, how hard could it be?
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. I'll buy the dye tomorrow and we can do it after school."
"What color are you doing?" I asked.
"Haven't decided yet. What do you think?"
I shrugged. "How about one that you haven't done?"
"I've done like all of them."
"Oh come on, there must be at least one color you haven't done."
He shook his head. "Not that I can think of. I've been doing it for a while now."
"Why don't you just go back to your natural color?"
"I've thought about it." He said.
"You should, I've never seen you with your natural color. I bet it looks good."
"It's just a dirty blonde color."
"I'm sure it looks great on you." He smiled a shy smile and I snuggled up closer to him. We gazed up at the stars and just sat in silence. I loved the fact that we didn't have to always be talking, we could just sit like we were now and say nothing, but still enjoy being together.
"Well I better go." Michael said after about an hour. I groaned as he sat up.
"Come on, I'll help you get inside." He said reaching for my hand and pulling me up. He held my hand all until I stepped inside my window and then he let go. He handed my blanket to me, and kissed my cheek before climbing down the roof.
I closed my window and crawled into bed, but I couldn't sleep. All I could seem to think of was the fact that we only 3 in a half weeks left together and then I may never see him again, and I didn't know if I would ever be fully prepared for that.
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The next day at school, Dustie and I sat at our table for lunch. On occasion we would sit with the boys, but they were discussing band business and we hadn't gotten to hang out that much, so we sat alone.
"I can't believe we only have three weeks left." Dustie said.
"Don't talk about it." I said.
"I'm sorry, it's just...is it really worth it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Like, we're going out with these guys and stuff, but their leaving in three weeks and we may never see them again. Long distance is tough, and I just don't know how it's gonna work."
"That's true, but we can't let that stop us from being with the people we care about. Maybe things will work out. Yeah long distance is hard, but people do it all the time. I'm sure we can too."
"Yeah, maybe." She said. She didn't sound very confident, but I was pretty sure that we could make it work...at least I hoped we could.
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After school Michael and I went to the store so that he could get the hair dye. It took us almost twenty minutes because he couldn't decide on a color. I finally intervened and grabbed a box of midnight blue and told him he was doing that color whether he liked it or not, he didn't argue with me.
We got back to the house and went into my bathroom. I changed into an old shirt and shorts, he threw a shirt on and sat on the chair I had put in the bathroom. He didn't look worried, but I did. I was so scared and I had no idea how or why he would want me to do this.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Yes I'm sure, now do it."
I put the gloves on and started mixing the dye in the bottle before putting it on his hair. I starting spreading it on his hair and working it in. I was cringing every time I would work it into his scalp, he hadn't said anything, so I guess I was doing it right.
"Okay, I'm done." I said once I had finished off the last of the hair dye. "Does it look right?"
"I guess. I won't know until I wash it out."
"Oh yeah, right." I said giggling.
"Your turn." He said standing up and patting the seat.
"Um excuse me?"
"It's your turn to get yours dyed."
"No, I don't remember agreeing to this."
"You didn't, I'm just telling you."
"Michael Clifford who do you think you are?" I crossed my arms and he just smirked.
"Well you got my name right and I think I'm about to dye your hair, so have a seat."
"My hair doesn't need to be dyed." I said.
"Yes it does, It's starting to fade out."
"Do you even have the right color?"
"Yeah it's red, duh. I got it while you were distracted with helping me pick out a color."
"I had no idea you were so sneaky."
"I'm just full of surprised. Now sit your butt down so I can get your hair done before I have to wash mine out."
I rolled my eyes and sat down in the chair. A few minutes later my hair was now wet with hair dye and my scalp was tingly. Michael had washed his out and it looked really good. Dark colors looked good on him.
"Okay, your turn to rinse." He said.
He washed out all the dye and put the conditioner in it. I blow-dried it and it was super soft and shiny and red, really red, but I loved it. It looked like Michael's had when I first met him, and I really loved it a lot.
"It looks great." I said.
"Yeah it does." He said with a smile on his face.
"You're such a dork." I said.
"I know, but I'm your dork."
I smiled and kissed him. He was right, he was my dork and I wouldn't have it any other way.
