Jack and Jack Imagines

You Dye Your Hair - Johnson

I've been dying my hair for several years now.

In fact, I can barely remember what the first color I dyed my hair was.

I haven't dyed my hair since I started dating Jack, though.

Right now I'm brunette with highlights but I've been getting bored.

So like normal people do, I scrolled through hair colors on Pinterest and decided on silver.

I go to my friend, Grace, who has a degree in styling and we gossip while she bleaches and dyes my hair.

"So what do you think Jack is going to say?" She asks while blow-drying my hair.

"I don't even know," I laugh. "But I like it and that's all that matters."

"You go girl," she cheers.

But on the drive home I start to think about it more.

What will Jack think?

I hope his reaction's good.

I mean, of course I know that my opinion is the one that really matters.

But he's my boyfriend, he matters to me.

His opinion matters to me.

It would be really awkward if he didn't like it, or worse, hated it.

I arrive back at my apartment where I know Jack is waiting for me.

I walk into my apartment, closing the door after me.

"Babe how was- whoa," Jack gapes as soon as he sees me.

"Do you like it?" I ask self-consciously, sliding a piece of hair behind my ear.

He starts to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Showing the world how sexy my girlfriend looks."