It used to be Simple | ft.Cole Sprouse

Chapter 018:

At first, it was terrifying. The sudden realisation crushed me; everyone was trying to change me.

when I arrived at Fran's house she presented the colour dye she picked out, a normal purple dye, I looked at her eyes and shook my head, pointing towards the word, "permanent" that stood bold on the box. I didn't agree to this. This is not what I wanted.

But as time went on, she put on a movie and got us popcorn and crisps and in a matter of minutes we forgot about dying the hair and just watched the movie. It was one I haven't seen before, a trilogy that originated from a book which title I didn't bother remembering. It surrounded a disappearance of a young woman, who owned many secrets nobody knew about. Although it wasn't my style, It was my favourite of that genre. It was so gripping and interesting.

About half-way through the movie we remembered about the hair and my heart instantly started beating faster. I felt a numbing feeling move from my palm to my shoulder blade, suddenly feeling uncomfortable but then again, weirdly excited. I settled on positive thoughts;

Hair dye, it's just hair dye. You can re-dye it if you don't like it, you'll be fine. you always wanted to do this. You still do.

And suddenly I did.

'If all my hair falls out, I'm killing you.' I hissed through my teeth, the sarcasm In my voice barely detectable. Oh, but it was present. I enjoyed it thoroughly. As soon as she slapped the hair dye on my head and the sound of a weird slob filled the room we laughed and I felt relieved.

'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' She scoffed and continued massaging the substance into my roots.

We used the whole hair dye for my medium-length hair and Fran stupidly kept moaning about not being able to properly do it until she took off her gloves and dyed her hands purple, and then moaned about that until the half an hour was over. Washing my hair came next and I felt suddenly terrified it wouldn't work.

My head was so heavy I nearly tipped over a few times, but I managed to wash out my hair until the water flowing from it was no longer purple, according to Fran as she read the instructions prior to me heading upstairs and trying not to stain the walls.

Effectively, I blow dried my hair and came downstairs, presenting the makeup running down my face that I hadn't bothered taking off, to complete the look of a homeless hippie, and made a ridiculous pose.

However, my heart froze as I saw Cora with Fran eating the cold popcorn and Cole slowly emerging from the nearest corner. I hadn't realised I was still in that stupid pose; one hand on my hip, the other straight in the air, my legs doing some weird yoga I couldn't explain how I did.

Crap.

'Well,' he moved his mouth to the side and looked me up and down, exploring the ridiculous way I stood. I snapped out of it, started standing normally again, trying to make it seem cool but obviously failing dramatically. 'This isn't how I imagined I'd see you next.'

I shrugged and struggled to find something funny to say. 'Eh, you can never expect anything normal from me.' I nodded in mental agreement with my own spoken words.

'True that. I hoped you wouldn't look like you were crying, though.'

'I always do anyway.' I shrugged, eyed the corridor and then asked, 'what are you even doing here?'

'uh, I came over for chips and popcorn. Didn't expect an octopus on your head, though.' He chuckled to himself.

'Ha, ha.' I stated with a straight face, sarcasm filling the empty walls of the slim corridor where we stood. And then, after some silence has passed, 'does it really look like an octopus?'

'No. I was hoping purple suited you.' He comment. I furrowed my eyebrows for him to continue and explain. 'I'm taking you out. And I got you a purple bag with a black dress that you're going to hopefully wear.'

My eyes must have widened so much my freckles were merely present on my face anymore. 'What? Really?'

'uh,' he began, scratching his neck like the jocks do in cliché high school movies. 'I thought you'd look good in it. I had Fran help me. I just- I just thought it'd be a fun idea to just go out and eat and spend time-'

'so it's a date?'

'What? No.' he refused.

I smirked. 'Sure, Romeo.' I sarcastically nodded and walked past him before scaring the shit out of myself as I saw the make-up still running down my face.

Did we just do that while I looked like a depressed clown?

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