❝WHO SAYS THAT WE HAVE TO LIVE
our youth recklessly? i'm fine
living my own way. i don't have
to dance on tables or dye my
hair crazy colors to prove
i'm young and living life
to the fullest.❞
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠�...
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Ten minutes had gone on without so much as a peep from George in the fueling station's bathroom, which prompted Colette to leave her car and wait alongside the door.
What was he even doing in there?
"George, come on. It's only hair dye; you didn't just sign up to become a stripper." Colette called through the door, before leaning against the wall beside it. "Unless you want to. I would pay to see that."
"Coll!" George gasped.
Colette's laughter was magical, but George couldn't relish in it. He was too surprised by the fact that she could always manage to be so forthcoming with her feelings like that. He wished he could say the same, but George was the type of person to sit back and watch other people live life.
He was a bit of a wallflower, but Colette had plucked him from near-obscurity and brought him into her lilac-colored world.
Her laughter continued as she insisted.
"Hey, I'm telling the truth!"
He couldn't see her, but he had an idea of what she was doing. George could picture her perfectly, leaning forward while clutching her stomach as the musical laughter poured out of her. Colette didn't seem like she would be the person that would laugh all of the time, but she seemed to gravitate towards laughter.
George realized that his friend was the type of person who loved when other people laughed, and found their laughter to be contagious.
Funny enough, her laughter had a habit of catching on quickly as well.
He wished that he could act as though he was tough or even angry, but her laughter pulled him out of the bathroom and caused him to look at her with a crooked grin that broke out into a full smile with loud, long laughter.
Colette's eyes were squinted as she giggled, so she couldn't see the finished product. What she said wasn't even that funny, but it was perfect.
"So, now that I've got the 'Colette look,' what should we do?" George grinned at her, trying to emulate her characteristic mischievous flair.
Colette stopped laughing when she got a good look at George. She was right, the shade of his hair didn't match that of her own, but it looked becoming on George. It was a nice grape color and it made Colette suddenly wishing she had a grape slushee.
